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Girl Fag
by Rachael

Chapter Fifteen



Monday morning came early, a lot earlier than I thought it would, but I got up anyway. The first thought I had was that I was in trouble, because I woke up thinking about Jane, or maybe Julie, but most probably both of them, really. I just tried to put them out of my mind though; I mean I’d made my bed anyway, so I’d get the chance to lie down in it later. But part of me was thinking that if there was ever a day for a really big asteroid to hit the earth, this probably wasn’t gonna be a bad one for it.

Coach was at the school weight room, just like always, and if he was surprised to see me, he didn’t show it. He didn’t try to apologize for anything either, which I was glad of. I didn’t want to have to try and tell him that none of what happened with Levi was his fault, and at least half of it was probably mine anyway. We just got to work on those girly tits of mine, and the rest of me too, since Coach figured it was best not to take any chances with girly hips, or girly thighs either.

“Hey Coach?” I was grunting under a set of barbells that I was doing butterflies with. “What uh, what do you know about BDSM?”

“What do I know about BDSM?” Coach chuckled. “What do you know about cars?”

“Everything.” I grunted. “Almost.”

“Well, there ya are, boy.”

“I uh, well…I got a couple uh…problems.” I was fighting those darn weights.

“What sorta problems?…keep them arms straight, no bouncing…slow it down.”

“Yes sir.” I focused on doing the weights the way I supposed to do em. “Girl problems.”

“Girl problems?” Coach laughed. “Okay, I know a damn sight more about BDSM than I do about girls though.”

“I got a girlfriend and she wants me to tell her everything.” I was done with my sets and I sat up, panting a little. “Like what to do and what to wear, everything. She says she’ll do whatever I want, even if it really embarrasses her.”

“Heh.” Coach snorted.

“And I got another girl, but she ain’t really my girlfriend or anything, but she acts all guilty and says no all the time, like she doesn’t want me touching her, but I know she really does cause she cums like crazy when I do.” I might have blushed a little saying that last part, but I was so red faced and sweaty already I doubt Coach would have even noticed.

“And that’s your problems?” Coach looked at me like I was pulling his leg.

“Yes sir.” I nodded.

“Let’s do 15 minutes on the Stepmaster, get those legs burning.” Coach dragged me over to a machine that had the unique ability to make me cry after 5 minutes of using it. He wasn’t kidding about burning my legs. “Bout level 6 for a good warm-up.” Coach chuckled and I moaned.

“Hell son, it don’t sound like problems to me.” Coach shrugged. “Sounds like you oughta turn Mormon and marry them two girls.”

I laughed, despite moving my arms and legs like I was running up an endless flight of stairs at a pretty good clip.

“But I take it that you ain’t exactly sure what to do with opportunities like those.” Coach nodded thoughtfully. “Okay, this first girl, your girlfriend, she likes BDSM, is that what your saying?”

“Uh, yeah, I think so…” I was breathing hard, sorta bouncing up and down as I ran. “…she likes it when I embarrass her…in front of people…make her do sexy stuff…you know?”

“Hmmm…” Coach rubbed his nose. “And this other girl, the guilty one, what’s the deal with her? She’s guilty about what? Her parents finding out she’s queer or something?”

“Uh-uh…” I shook my head. “…she doesn’t want to get caught with me…at uh, at work…”

“Heh.” Coach smiled. “So she’s older huh? Not so old as me though I bet.” He chuckled then. “She likes it when you take charge though, sorta make her do it?.”

“Sorta…” I nodded. “…uh, I think so.”

“Okay, okay…” Coach gave that some thought. “You gonna see this woman today? Tonight maybe?”

“Nope.” I was saving my breath.

“Well, next time you’re with her you try this, when she starts saying no, I mean the second she says it, you slap her face.” I looked at Coach sharply. “Not hard or nothin, just a little one so she knows you care. If she gets pissed do it again and tell her to shut-up, I mean that, sometimes a little bottom bitch will wanna find out if you’re really on top. You slap her again and tell her to do something, whatever gets you off with this girl. Tell her to take her clothes off or something. Don’t say it mean, just say it like there ain’t no room for discussion, got it?”

“Wha…what if she…gets pissed…uh…again…?” I panted.

“Then you tell her you’re sorry and offer her some gum. If this woman is actin’ like you say she does, she ain’t gonna be really pissed at all. But you gotta be on top, right? She’s your hole, that’s it, no arguing. If it don’t work out, don’t be mad, don’t hate her, just say okay and leave.”

“…okay…” I nodded weakly. I still had 10 minutes to go on those stairs.

“Now the girlfriend.” Coach dialed the machine up to eight and I was running harder, pushing my legs against even more resistance and my ass was aching! “She’s sorta like the other one, but different. The woman don’t want to be caught, but that’s her excuse for playing hard to get and if she’s letting you bang her at work, then hell, the risk is making her pretty damn happy too.”

“Uhhh-huh…” I nodded, finding my second wind.

“But the girlfriend, she doesn’t just want to be caught doin what she ain’t sposed to be, it doesn’t get real good for her unless she’s caught. Right? Or am I misunderstanding what you told me?”

“N-No…” I coughed a little and picked up the pace, trying to keep my little meter green and happy for Coach.

“Okay, then so you’re feeling a little stuck, I bet.” Coach grinned at me. “Tryin to think of ways to get her in trouble without getting in a lot of trouble. That’s a tough one there, those humiliation hounds are dangerous. A little wild and unpredictable, but a hell of a good ride, boy. Hell of a ride.”

“She uh…likes…BDSM…” I breathed, watching the clock go down too slowly. Five and half minutes to go.

“Well, there you go then.” Coach nodded. “You just gotta redirect all that passion, make the public stuff a special occasion, a little reward for all that hard play in private.”

“Y-Yeah…” I spit a little on the towel hanging around my neck.

“You think you could whip her tits? Like I done to you?” Coach narrowed his eyes at me.

“I…I think so…Coach….” I huffed. “I’m a…a switch…”

“A switch huh? Where’d you learn that, boy?” Coach laughed.

“…in…inter…net…internet…” I nodded as I finally got the word out.

“Internet huh?” Coach shook his head. “Well you might be a switch, Russet, or you might just be one mixed up little fag. Time will tell. Best thing you can do is whip her tits straight off. A girl loves her tits, her pussy too, but tits can take a lot more punishment than a pussy can, plus it scares the hell out of em.”

“Oh…” I smiled weakly, thinking about how scared I’d been and I didn’t even like my tits that much.

“Get her used to safety words, talk about limits and how and when and why to stop, and how stopping is just as important as starting. Let her know you’re gonna take care of her, be confident all the time, every minute you’re with her, not just when you two are playing, but all the time. She’s gotta see it, gotta know you’re in charge so she’ll believe it when she has to, see? When her skin’s burning and her body’s shivering, and her gut’s aching, she needs to remember that she’s never seen you weak.”

Coach reached over and cranked the dial up to nine.

“That’ll make her strong too. You got all that?” Coach was standing there with his arms crossed.

“N-Not…uh…really…” Just a couple more minutes, I thought, and then I could die.

“Heh.” Coach chuckled. “I didn’t figure.”

Awhile later, after I’d recovered, Coach had me doing some pull-ups. “Screw all those machines, Russet. A good pull-up works more of your body than any contraption ever devised by mortal man.”

“Kay…” I grunted. I was doing sets of 20, five of them, and a hundred pull-ups was a bunch.

“Here.” Coach put a big hand under my butt, helping me just a little to get through the last dozen or so. “If you’re serious about playin’ smack bottom with your girlfriend, just bring her round my place sometime. I won’t do nothing but watch, give you some tips maybe, make sure you don’t step on your dick.”

“Really?” I gasped, dropping to my feet and stretching my arms.

“Sure.” Coach shrugged. “I’m a teacher ain’t I?” He laughed. “Course if you just need some discipline for yourself…My door’s always open.”

“Thanks Coach.” I nodded. “We’re going to Beaverton tonight, gonna get her nipples pierced.” I smiled, and then remembered how I was going to skip practice. “Uh, sort of right after school.”

“After school huh, meaning after practice?” Coach gave me a tough look.

“Well, um, I was thinking maybe…”

“Take a day off, huh?” Coach shook his head. “You really do have a girlfriend, don’t ya? You skip today and I’m gonna grind your ass tomorrow, you know that right?”

“Yes sir.” I nodded.

“Nipples pierced, eh?” Coach shrugged. “I reckon. You gonna do yours too? Get some gold for those girly tits of yours?”

“Uh, I don’t think so.” I hadn’t really thought about it at all.

“You know, I knew these two boys once, back in college. They had their nips pierced and they had these little clips so they could link their tits together, see what I mean? Then if one of em pulled, or jerked, or even breathed funny it would yank those nipples hard.” Coach chuckled. “Always looked like fun, but if someone yelled fire they’d have been in a heap of trouble!”

“Oh, uh…”

“Anyway, a good little fag oughta have his nipples pierced.” Coach reached up feeling my right breast through my damp t-shirt. “Still a little soft, but firming up nice; you got some muscle under there, Russet. Let’s do some crunches while you think about getting pierced.”

I was about exhausted after my workout. I always had a hard time believing how much we could do in just an hour, but Coach wasn’t much for sitting still, either. I tried to remember everything he’d been telling me, wondering if some of it was good advice or not. Slapping Miss Haven? I wasn’t sure I could do that, even though Coach seemed to think I could. And bringing Jane to Coach’s house, hmmm…I’d have to think on that one too. She’d get off on him watching though, I knew that. It’d be nice having someone to tell me what to do too, I just wasn’t sure what Jane would think of me and Coach being, you know, fags. But probably Coach didn’t really want her knowing that much about him anyway, it all seemed sorta confusing.

I had some cramps after I’d showered and got cleaned up, but they weren’t so bad. The headache was worse, and I didn’t know why I got those. They didn’t last long, but they sure hurt. I needed some aspirin or something, and the only place I was getting those was from Nurse Haven. I was in homeroom and Matt was smiling at me, wanting to talk, I knew. I tried to smile back, but my head was pounding. I finally had to get up and tell my teacher I wasn’t feeling good, and I guess she could tell I was serious. She wrote me a pass and sent me to the nurse’s office.

“Uh, Ann.” Nurse Haven looked surprised to see me, as I suppose she shoulda been, and her face flushed a little. She had 3 other kids in her office though, cause it was early Monday morning probably, but I didn’t pay much attention to them. “What’s wrong?” Nurse Haven seemed to forget about the stuff we did though and acted like a normal nurse.

“I have a headache.” I told her. “Some cramps.” I was squinting a little cause the light was making it worse.

“Come on, in here…” She had her hand on my shoulder, guiding me into the little room she had with the bed in it. “Lie down. You’re having your period?”

I nodded, laying down and closing my eyes.

“Is it normal? I mean it’s on time and there’s nothing, uh, funny about it?” She was putting a thermometer in my mouth. “Under your tongue, dear.”

“Mmmpph…it’s normal” I said a little awkwardly.

“Okay, good. I’ll get you some aspirin, okay? And something for your forehead.”

I spent about half an hour in the bed, letting the aspirins do their thing and trying to relax under a warm damp towel that Nurse Haven had given me. It felt really good, especially since the lights were off. I could hear her dealing with the other kids, calling someone’s parent to come get one of them, and sending the others back to their classes. I felt myself getting sleepy and I thought I’d never been in a bed so comfortable as that one.

“How are we feeling, better?” Nurse Haven walked into the room, not turning on the light, but just leaving the door open a little so she could see.

“Yeah.” I nodded. “It’s almost gone.”

“Good.” She sat down in a chair next to the bed, pulling it closer. “Do you get headaches like this a lot when you menstruate?”

“No. Not really, just once in awhile.” I shrugged a little.

“How often do you get your period, is it regular? Or sorta unpredictable?”

“Um, unpredictable. I get it early sometimes, and late too.” I smiled a little; feeling a little embarrassed talking about it, even with her.

“That’s okay, you’re a very active girl. Sometimes getting a lot of exercise can do that, and you’re body is still trying to figure out how to deal with having a period. When did you get your first one?”

Nurse Haven was touching me, just a little, sort of rubbing my arm as I lay there. I didn’t mind that so much though, and it didn’t really seem like anything except concern maybe. But she sure was asking a lot of questions, I thought, even for a school nurse. It sort of made me feel warm all over though and my headache was pretty much forgotten by then.

“I was almost thirteen.” I told her, licking my lips.

“And how about your breasts, Ann? Are they sensitive? Do they get puffy and sore?” Nurse Haven was touching my tits, rubbing them gently through my shirt and I gasped, nodding quickly.

“Okay, and everything down here is normal you said?” She moved her hand down, across my tummy to touch my crotch and I nodded. “Do you think I could um, take a look?” Nurse Haven’s voice had a little tremor in it. “Just to make sure?

“Uh…” I swallowed hard, mostly because I wasn’t really sure I wanted anyone poking around down there, especially when I was on my period. But my nipples were hard and itchy, and my heart was beating a little quick too. Nurse Haven was really pretty, I thought, sitting there with light from the open door falling across her face. More beautiful than I’d ever noticed before, if that was even possible.

“It’s okay.” She practically whispered. “I’ll lock the door.”

She left the bedroom, locking the door to her office and then returning to look down at me. “Can I unbutton these…” She reached towards my jeans and her fingers started undoing my belt.

I closed my eyes as she opened my pants slowly and pulled them down my thighs. She was touching my briefs, just barely, but enough to make me tremble a little. This wasn’t like before, the way she was acting; I don’t think she wanted me to be in charge at all right then. Maybe Nurse Haven was a switch too, I thought, or maybe she was something else, I didn’t know. But I could feel her fingers pressing through the tight cotton of my underwear, brushing across my clit and down to feel the pad pressed against my moist sex. I took a deep ragged breath and let it out slowly.

“Are you okay? I’m just going to take a look…here we go…slowly…that’s it…” And she was pulling my briefs down carefully, sort of turning them inside out so she could see my pad, barely spotted with blood at all since I’d just had a shower maybe an hour before. I looked down my body, watching her as she lowered her head, bringing her face closer to my exposed vagina.

“Ohhh…” I gasped slightly as I felt her fingers grazing the top of my slit, grazing my clitoris which was peeking out hard and pink.

“Does it hurt?” Nurse Haven asked me and I shook my head.

“N-Nooo…” I sighed as she touched me again.

“Are you sure?” She was breathing hard too, staring at me although her face was mostly just a shadow. “I can make it feel better, Ann. I can…kiss it…if you want me too.” And then she was kissing my clit, touching it with the tip of her tongue and making me shudder and my clit was growing harder and bigger somehow.

I had my fingers in Nurse Haven’s hair and she had her lips around my clit, which was swelling and growing until it would barely fit in her warm wet mouth and it felt so good. She was sliding her mouth up and down along the shaft and her fingers were underneath, playing with my balls and I was gonna cum and I felt my cock throbbing and aching and I was screaming… 

I sat up suddenly, not knowing for a second where I was. I felt hot all over, like I was burning up and down between my legs my sex throbbed and I knew I was soaked. My heart was racing and I could barely breathe and then I remembered what had been happening, how Nurse Haven had been licking my pussy, not caring at all that I was having my period. She’d been sucking my clit like a little cock and it had changed into a real cock and I…I’d been cumming and I had balls and I’d been shooting sperm in Miss Haven’s mouth!

It had been a serious dream, like one of those wet dreams that boys have, and maybe girls too, I told myself, since I’d just had one. I knew I’d cum, I could feel it still down in my tummy, like I’d just gotten off a rollercoaster, and down between my thighs my pad was heavy with juices, and I could feel the damp spreading down my butt. I must have cum a lot and I felt a rush of humiliation as Nurse Haven opened the door.

“Ann? Are you okay?” The towel had fallen off my forehead and she touched me with her hand, trying to see if I was warm or anything, and of course I was. I wondered if she could smell my sex, I couldn’t, but that didn’t mean anything. I lay back down and crossed my arms, taking slow deep breaths while Nurse Haven got me another towel. If she suspected anything, she didn’t show it, and I was glad.

Later I was in the bathroom, the one in Nurse Haven’s office, looking at the mess in my briefs. I had my pants down around my ankles, and my underwear tight around my thighs, and I removed my pad carefully. It was wet and heavy, mostly with girl juice, but a little spotted with blood too. I set it on the sink and wondered what to do about my briefs, they’d caught a lot of my cum too, and while there wasn’t any blood or anything, they were still wet. I frowned, kicking off my boots and taking off my pants and then my underwear, wondering if I could wash them or something. I didn’t even have an extra pad with me though, I’d never needed one before and I felt sorta stupid.

“How are you doing in there, Ann?” Nurse Haven asked quietly, knocking lightly on the door.

I opened it, just a little, peeking at her a little embarrassed by the situation. “I uh, I don’t have any more pads.” I said, “And my underwear is…”

Nurse Haven was suddenly blushing too, and looking down at her breasts or something. I’d seen her looking like that before, and not in my dreams. She was thinking about me again, wondering what I looked like behind that door, I thought. I could see the guilt all over her for having wicked sexy thoughts about one of her students and it was giving me a thrill. This was her way of telling me she wanted to play, I understood, like she couldn’t bring herself to just say it, she had to show me.

I’d stopped talking and Nurse Haven looked up at my face, just for a second, and then looked down again quickly. “I uh, I have extra pads.” She said softly. “In case…uh, in case one of the…girls…” She swallowed thickly.

“Can I have one please?” I asked her, feeling my heart threatening to burst from my chest. This was my chance, I was thinking, this is it, right here, right now. I had to be strong. “Miss Haven…” I said, before she’d gone two steps.

“Y-Yes?” She turned around but didn’t look at me.

“Lock the door too.” I told her, trying to sound like anything but the nervous eighth grader I was.

“Oh, uh….” She nodded, almost reluctantly, but she was going to do it. She wanted to do it.

I waited in the bathroom until she knocked again, despite the fact that the door was still halfway open. I took a deep breath and hoped Coach knew what he was talking about and opened the door completely so Nurse Haven could see me standing there with just my shirt on, naked from the waist down.

“He…Here’s a pad…” Miss Haven held it out, a little package wrapped in plastic.

The bathroom was good sized, since it had to fit handicapped kids too. There was a lot of room, a low big sink, and handrails and all that stuff. I stepped back a little, giving Nurse Haven some room to come inside, but not taking the pad from her.

“Come in here.” I said calmly, but inside I could hardly breathe.

Nurse Haven took a few steps and licked her lips. “I don’t think, uh…we shouldn’t be…” 

*SLAP*

I slapped her left cheek with my right hand, and not very hard at all, but it sounded hard the way the sound bounced and echoed off the tiled walls in that bathroom. Nurse Haven jerked her head back, bringing a hand to her face and looking at me with wide injured eyes. I thought she was going to cry for a second and I was almost ready to start apologizing.

“I…I’m sorry.” Nurse Haven whispered and then looked down.

“Take off your clothes, I want to look at you.” I said and I almost thought I was gonna collapse, I was so excited. She wasn’t mad at all; it was just like Coach had said it would be. She wanted me to tell her what to do, the same way Jane did.

I stared at Miss Haven as she carefully removed her nurse’s uniform, unbuttoning her white blouse first and exposing her full creamy breasts, constrained in a rather simple white bra. She took off her skirt as well, so I could see her old-fashioned garter belt around her narrow waist, holding up her white stockings, which must have been made of real silk, I thought. And over the garters she wore white panties, plain but for a little bit of lace in the front and I could see just a hint of her brown pubic hair curling beneath it.

Nurse Haven’s body was solid too, a lot more so than I’d ever gotten to appreciate before, or even suspect. I knew she was fit, I’d seen how toned and strong her thighs were and stuff, but now I could see that her abs were great, even better than mine, and her shoulders and back weren’t exactly ripped, but well defined. It was obvious that she worked out a lot and maybe it wasn’t so strange that she’d ended up being Coach’s assistant. I wondered if he knew she looked like that, not so much a body builder, but definitely a fitness buff. She looked like the women on ESPN that Steve liked so much, the Miss Fitness America women, or whatever they were called. Nurse Haven was a real hardbody, and she was keeping it a secret for some reason. If I had a body like hers, I thought, I would never cover it up and I doubted too many other girls would either, even if they weren’t queer.

“Take off your bra.” I licked my lips, watching as Miss Haven glanced at me nervously. I thought she might say something but she didn’t, she just reached back behind her and unsnapped her bra so it fell loose around her firm breasts. They were nice sized, and so firm and perfect that they might have been fake, but they weren’t. She had light colored nipples that pointed up slightly, short and fat and hard as she pulled her bra away with trembling fingers. The loose straps fell down her arms and she turned to hang it on the hooks with her other clothes.

“Your panties, Nurse Haven.” I said softly to her back as she was turned around. “Take them off.” I was struggling to contain myself, it seemed like I was ready to burst any second. 

“Oh, please! I…I…can’t…” She started turning her head…

*SLAP*

…and I stepped forward spanking her ass hard with my hand, a lot harder than I’d slapped her face. “Ah!” She gasped, dropping her head quickly and bringing her hands to her hips, hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her panties.

I watched Nurse Haven as she lowered her panties slowly, almost as if she were teasing us with it, and maybe she was. Her body shivered slightly and she bent over at the waist, exposing her full round white ass to me. I could see her small pinkish brown anus, and below that the swell of her pussy, covered with a layer of light brown hair. Her pussy lips were pressed together as she bent over and I stepped up before Miss Haven could lift a foot to remove her panties completely.

“Stay like that.” I told her, and I reached down so I could rub her pussy from behind, finding her wet and greasy and my fingers split her labia easily. She was hot inside, and I fingered her sex with my right hand while I rubbed her strong muscular back with the other, keeping her bent straight from the waist like she was touching her toes.

“Do you like boys too?” I asked Nurse Haven, and when she didn’t reply immediately I spanked her right ass cheek hard enough to leave my palm print on it. “I asked if you like cock!”

“Yes!” Nurse Haven yelped and her body jerked slightly like she was having a spasm or something. “I…I like boys…cock…yes…” She moaned softly as I went back to fingering her tight wet hole, which was what Coach had said she was. Miss Haven just wanted to be my hole.

I wish I could say I knew exactly what I was doing, but I didn’t. I hadn’t planned any of this, it was just like everything else seemed to be in my life, out of control somehow and I had to trust my instincts, or something. I don’t know. It was like I didn’t have any idea of what I was going to do from one minute to the next, as though part of me was just watching, and just as surprised as Miss Haven was. It was so weird and somehow exciting too, adding another facet to the intense pleasure that filled me.

“Tomorrow…” I breathed, feeling like I was gonna cum just from touching her. “…I’m going to fuck you, Nurse Haven.” I had two fingers in her pussy and she was bouncing slightly on her feet, pushing her ass back a little to meet my thrusting hand.

“He…here?” She practically sobbed.

“Here, yeah, in the bathroom…” I agreed. “At 10:15 you be in here, just like this, bending over and waiting.” I twisted my fingers and pushed a third one inside, feeling her soft juicy walls sucking at them like a hungry mouth.

“Oh god…p-please…I…I can’t…we shouldn’t…” She was groaning, working herself close to her orgasm.

“You will, Nurse Haven, or I’ll tell everyone you made me do this…” I told her with a quivering voice. “I’ll say you forced me to do things…to finger your pussy and let you kiss me…down there…”

I knew she’d like that, and I was sure she must have known somewhere inside her that I’d never tell anyone something awful like that. But it was what she wanted to hear; as much as anything else, Nurse Haven thrived on her feelings of guilt and humiliation. I didn’t understand it, but I didn’t really have to, not the way she did. And maybe she didn’t understand it either. I was beginning to realize that there were a lot of things we’d never understand about ourselves, and that we just did what we needed to, or we’d go crazy.

“Ohh oh god…uhhh…god…no…” She was coming up, no longer bent all the way over, but leaning against the wall for support as her body surrendered to her orgasm. I could feel her cunt around my fingers, contracting and squeezing them, her juices flowing over my hand and down her thighs. I had my fingers stiff and I stabbed her pussy in and out with them until she was barely able to stand and her strong legs wobbled slightly from the effort.

“Suck these, open your mouth…” I brought my hand away from her pussy, rubbing my fingers across Nurse Haven’s open mouth as she gasped for air. She was probably barely even aware I was there, but she finally took my fingers between her lips. Licking and sucking her cum from my fingers.

I really wanted to cum too. I needed it bad and I thought about my weird wet dream. I’d never let anyone touch my pussy before Levi had done it a couple days before. Then last night I’d let David rub my clit a little. That hadn’t been so bad; neither of those had seriously changed me, had they? And in my dream, when Miss Haven had been sucking me and I’d had a real cock…I needed to cum!

“Turn around now. Give me your panties.” I was pushing and pulling at Nurse Haven, who was still a little dazed from cumming hard. She was red faced with pleasure and humiliation, panting for air as she finally gave me her panties.

“Do you want to kiss my pussy?” I asked her, feeling like I was doing something incredibly dangerous. Adrenaline was rushing through me and I felt edgy, or angry almost, and I wondered if this was what I really wanted, to feel someone really touching the one part of me that was undeniably female. But I didn’t have a choice.

“Y-Yes….” Nurse Haven whispered.

“Say it!” I told her, reaching up to pinch her left nipple and twisting it hard.

“Yesss!” She moaned. “I want to kiss your pussy!”

“Get on your knees then…” I breathed, pulling at her nipple until it snapped out of my hand like a piece of rubber as Nurse Haven knelt quickly. She wasted no time either, sliding her hands along my legs and pressing her face between my thighs.

I shivered uncontrollably as I felt her lips on my clit and then her tongue across my pussy, splitting my labia and flicking across my sensitive flesh. I’d never felt that before, having my pussy kissed, and it was so exciting that I was suddenly terrified of it. I almost pushed Nurse Haven away as I felt her tongue wriggling deeper, mindless of the fact that I was menstruating, just pushing inside me and making me feel like I was being stuck with a million pins and needles all through my sex.

“Ohhh….” I found myself with my hands in Nurse Haven’s hair, her panties still in my left fist, knocking the little bobby pins loose so that her blonde hair fell long and tangled around her face and shoulders. I thrust with my hips, arching my back and tilting my cunt to her mouth as she sucked my clitoris between her lips, flicking her tongue across and around it quickly. I was going to cum so hard, I could feel it, my orgasm was gonna be huge.

Nurse Haven had put her arms between my thighs, forcing my legs wide and reaching up between them so she could grip my ass in her hands. She was digging her nails into my skin, giving me even more stimulation and pulling my cunt to her mouth. I thought she must have had her tongue all the way up to my hymen, tickling my cherry and teasing me, because all I could feel was her soft wriggling muscle pushing against the walls of my virgin pussy.

I wondered if she could taste my period underneath all the juices that seemed to be pouring out of my trembling vagina. I doubted it and my flow was so light probably that she’d barely notice I was menstruating anyway, but it seemed so intimate somehow, just knowing that she was kissing me there. I had always detested my menses, hated the fact that it made me undeniably a girl, but now I had no thoughts of any of that. I felt like a girl and for the first time in my life I thought I even might want to be a girl, but that was only because this felt so, so good!

“Uhhh…uh…uhhh…” I was gasping and everything was exploding and all I could do was close my eyes and pour my orgasm out of me, through my sex and over Miss Haven’s hungry mouth. I was gushing and her arms tightened around my thighs, inside out as she held my legs apart with her arms and held my cunt to her lips so she could drink my cum. I couldn’t breathe and I was biting my lips to keep from screaming.

I sort of blacked out, or something. The intensity of my orgasm just seemed to steal everything from me, including time itself. I have no idea how long I stood there, hanging on to Miss Haven’s head, bent over her as she held my body tightly. It had to have been the best orgasm of my life, or so they all seemed to be, to tell the truth, but it was definitely good. Very good and it scared me more than a little, making me wonder if this was all I’d ever want to do. Or worse, if I’d find myself changing, becoming a woman and losing everything I loved.

Nurse Haven kept licking me for several long minutes, kissing and slurping at my vagina noisily until I was finally able to push her away, my sex suddenly too sensitive for any more of her attention. My clit was on fire and I felt like someone had spanked my pussy or something, I was almost sore down there. But it felt so good too. I felt good all over, it had been a monster cum and now I knew why all the girls liked it.

“Can…can I get up?” Nurse Haven was asking me. She was kneeling still and her face was wet with my cum and her spit, it had run down her cheeks and chin and neck. Her red lipstick was smeared all around her mouth and her hair was a horrible tangle of blonde silk. Even her mascara had run, leaking from around her eyes like black tears.

“No.” I told her, ripping open the plastic with my teeth and taking out the new pad she’d brought me. I put on her panties, the first pair I’d worn since I was about eight and had stopped wearing dresses to church on Sundays. They were just a little big, sort of, but not too bad. They’d stay up anyway and hold the pad in place, which was all I needed them to do.

“B-But if someone…comes…” She was whispering.

“Stay there.” I shook my head. I’d washed my pussy in the sink, just using handfuls of water and drying myself with paper towels. And now I had fresh underwear, courtesy of Miss Haven. I put on my jeans and my boots, moving around the woman as she knelt obediently.

I took my briefs, damp with my wet dream, and gave them to Miss Haven. 

“Stand up now, and put these on.” She looked at me, licking her lips and nodded, her face once again burning with humiliation and I was learning to enjoy that a lot.

I watched as she pulled up my boy’s underwear, white briefs that had been sort of tight on me and were much too tight for her. “Wait.” I stopped her when she had them halfway up her thighs. “Put this in there too.” I grabbed my old pad, soaked with my cum and spotted with my blood, handing it to her delicately.

“Ohhh god…I can’t…I’ll…” She was shaking and holding my pad cautiously. It reeked of my sex with a rich musky odor and we could both smell it.

“Do it…” I told her in a soft commanding voice. “…do it, or I’ll never talk to you again.”

“Y-You can’t…leave me…” She looked at me wide eyed and swallowed thickly.

“I won’t leave you.” I promised. “As long as you obey me. Now do what I told you to.”

I didn’t yell or anything, remembering that Coach had never yelled at me. He didn’t have to and I didn’t think I did either. There was something better about someone being calm and rational and telling you to do something in a voice that made you want to do it. That’s what I hoped I sounded like and I think I did, or at least Nurse Haven seemed to think I did. 

I watched as she tried to stick the tape on the back of the pad to the briefs, but of course it wasn’t very sticky anymore. So she had to hold it in place as she pulled up her new underwear carefully, pulling the briefs snug against her skin so that her flesh bulged a little around the legs and waistband. Nurse Haven wasn’t fat by any stretch of the imagination, my underwear was just too small, but it looked incredibly sexy, even with her garters and now hopelessly skewed stockings.

I pressed my hand against her sex, feeling the wetness of the pad against her pussy, still soaked with her own recent orgasm. Miss Haven moaned and looked down at me and we just knew we wanted to kiss each other. It was a soft tender kiss too, with her delicate tongue playing lightly over mine. I could taste myself in her mouth and I rubbed her pussy hard, grinding my well used pad against her vagina until she was groaning.

“Wear that all day.” I told her. “Don’t take it off until you get home.”

“Yesssss…” Miss Haven sighed and I knew she wanted me to make her cum again but we’d been in there for a long time already.

“What time am I going to fuck you tomorrow?” I asked her, pressing my palm to her damp briefs.

“T-Ten…” she moaned. “…fif…fifteen…”

“Good.” I kissed her again. “I won’t be at football practice today.” I suddenly remembered to tell her, “I’m going to see my girlfriends. Maybe I should tell them about you.” I giggled a little and left her there, feeling like I’d just come out of a hurricane or something. My thoughts and emotions were so twisted and my body was still just a confusion of pleasure and excitement.

I don’t care what anybody says; you cannot have really great sex and not show it. At least not for a couple hours, or maybe even for a day or two, I’m not sure. But as I went to my classes and walked through the hallways, I knew people could tell I’d had really great sex. Even the kids who didn’t know what sex was. Or maybe I was just really high on what had happened, or paranoid or something, because nobody really stared at me either, at least not any more than they usually did.

“Hey!” It was lunchtime and my new friend, Steve who didn’t look like a Steve, found me.

“Hi!” I smiled at him as we moved our trays along the chrome counter and got our lunches. It was Monday, which always meant hotdogs and macaroni and cheese.

“I called you like 5 times but you were never home.” He sounded pretty disappointed.

“I told you I wasn’t gonna be home.” I laughed at him.

“Yeah, but all weekend?” Steve shook his head.

“I was sorta busy.” I shrugged. “What did you do?”

“This weekend? Nothing, just sat around. What were you doing?”

“Um, just hanging out.” Like what was I gonna tell him?

We sat down with Matt, Lance, and John, who’d been waving at me, and obviously wanted to make up finally. I introduced Steve to them and he seemed a little unhappy that I had three best friends who were all guys, and I didn’t tell him that there was another one in high school. I couldn’t do much about that though. My friends pretty much ignored Steve, which was typical for them anyway. It wasn’t that they were trying to be mean or anything, just that he didn’t really count, you know? That’s the way it is when you’re just 14 and I’d done it to people before too, but I still felt kinda bad about it.

“If um, you wanna go out with Kyle, then that’s okay.” John was saying.

“Yeah dude, we were being jerks.” Lance agreed.

“I’m sorry too, I just get stupid sometimes, you know?” Matt was nodding.

“Who’s Kyle?” Steve was asking, but he never really got an answer.

“I ain’t gonna go out with Kyle.” I was shaking my head. “It was a bad idea.”

“Kyle said uh…” John looked around and leaned over the table, so of course we all did, even Steve, although not as much. “He said you got a girlfriend.”

I grinned and nodded. I wasn’t gonna try and keep it from these guys, and that woulda been impossible anyway.

“Really?” Matt sat back a little. “I thought he was lying.”

“Nope.” I shrugged. “Guess who she is.” I teased them, just cause it was fun.

“Jane Hudson.” John said, totally ruining my surprise, but I could forgive him.

“You guys know already?” I frowned a little and giggled. “Kyle’s got a big mouth!” But I wasn’t mad or anything.

“Who’s Jane Hudson?” Steve asked, looking around at us. This time at least he got an answer.

“She’s like the hottest girl in town, dude.” Lance gave him a look like he must have been an idiot not to know that.

“Totally freakin hot!” John nodded.

“I thought she was going out with your brother though.” Matt said.

“Uh, she was, sorta.” I smiled. “Now she’s going out with me.”

“You are so lucky, dude!” Lance grinned.

“Speaking of your brothers…” Matt sort of gave me a dirty look and I wondered why.

“What?” I asked him innocently, because I was pretty sure I was.

“How come Greg’s goin out with Carol Hahn?” He asked, glancing over his shoulder and looking at the girl as she ate with her friends. He’d been doing that a lot, now I knew why.

“You got a crush on Carol Hahn?” Lance laughed. “Dude!”

“Shut-up! Matt punched Lance in the arm.

“What, like she’s gonna hear me?” Lance shook his head. “Wuss.”

“I don’t know. I just heard about it yesterday from Henry.” I made a little face. “I guess he likes her.”

“Matt likes her too.” John grinned, joining Lance in giving Matt a hard time.

“She’s my sister.” Steve said suddenly, and that took a minute to register.

“What?” I looked at him like he was crazy or something.

“She can’t be your sister, man.” Matt shook his head. “You guys don’t even have the same name.” He laughed like it was a good joke though.

“No, seriously.” Steve said, looking a little confused about why we weren’t believing him.

“You’d have to be like twins or something, dude.” Lance said.

“She don’t look like you.” John laughed.

“She’s my step sister, her mom married my dad like 8 years ago.” Steve shrugged. “She lives with us and everything.”

“Really?” I looked at him. “How come she’s got a different name?”

“Yeah, how come?” John echoed.

“Cause my dad didn’t adopt her or anything. She lives with her dad during the summer, so she’s still a Hahn, probably always will be, I don’t know.” He shrugged. “She’s my sister though, like a real one. You guys wanna meet her?”

“Yeah, man.” Matt was smiling like Steve had suddenly become his bestest friend in the whole world.

“She is pretty cute.” John was saying as Steve gave us a smile and got up.

“I can’t believe she’s his sister.” Lance laughed. “You think he’s just talkin crap, Ann?

“I dunno.” I shrugged. “Why would he?”

We were watching Steve as he went over to where Carol was sitting, her lunch finished, just talking with her friends. He said something to her and she looked over at us for a second while some of the other girls giggled. Carol was shaking her head but then finally got up, looking a little nervous or embarrassed maybe, and she and Steve were coming back.

“Hey, this is my sister, Carol.” Steve was saying less than a minute later.

“Hi.” Carol smiled and waved, just a little, holding her purse and a couple books against her body protectively. She’d met Matt before, just briefly during lunch the week before, when Matt had introduced himself.

“These are my friends, uh Matt and Lance and um, John and Ann.” He half-pointed at us in turn and my three best friends were all smiling, especially Matt who looked like he was going to the rapture or something any moment.

I guess I could sorta understand the fuss. She was new in school, so that made her kinda special, since everybody knew everybody and had known them practically all their lives, at least by name and sight, if not really personally. Carol was very cute too, and didn’t really look like a thirteen year old seventh grader, her body was pretty mature, that was for sure. She was taller than me by a couple inches and she had auburn hair sort of short and feathered back from her forehead. Carol had boobs too; real breasts, not a seventh grader’s, and they were nice and bigger than mine. She had a serious butt as well. Even under her red and white plaid skirt, which was loose and fell below her knees, you could tell Carol had a nice round ass that wiggled a lot when she walked. 

Carol had some makeup on, just a little, and gold hoop earrings, which made her different too, since most of the girls at school couldn’t get away with wearing makeup to school. Not that it was against the rules so much, just that most parents didn’t let them do it. At least not like lipstick and eye shadow and stuff like that. Mostly the girls just used a lot of chap-stick so their lips were pink sorta. Carol’s were sort of a reddish purple, like wine. 

“So you’re going out with my brother I heard.” I said, sorta because I was curious, but maybe because I was, I don’t know, jealous? That couldn’t be right though. What was I gonna be jealous of? I was a guy, if anything I shoulda been interested in her like my friends, but I wasn’t. It felt like competition or something, and that confused me.

“Huh?” Carol looked at me. “Oh, you’re Greg’s bro…uh, sister?”

“That’s Ann, remember?” Steve sort of blushed a little. “I told you about her before.” He didn’t really whisper it, but his voice was kind of low and I wondered what he’d said about me exactly.

“Yeah. Sorry.” Carol offered me a little smile, but I think she sensed I didn’t like her all that much. “I heard about you.”

I wondered what that meant, exactly, but my friends weren’t going to let us talk, so I didn’t try.

“Here, sit down…uh, Carol.” Matt was making room, sort of pushing Lance out of the way. “I sat by you last week, remember?”

“Yeah, hi Matthew, um okay.” Carol sort of squeezed in and Steve walked around the table to sit back down by me. We all smirked a little at Carol calling him Matthew and Matt blushed a little, but Carol didn’t seem to notice.

“You’re Steve’s sister, huh?” John asked her.

“Yeah, um, sort of, but not really.” She giggled a little and it was cute, I guess. “My mom is married to his dad, so Steve’s like my brother, yeah.”

“That’s cool.” Matt was nodding like that was very interesting.

“Carol lives with her dad in the summer.” Steve told us for the second time that day.

“Yeah, he lives in LA.” Carol smiled. “I like it there.”

“I heard there’s like gangs and stuff.” Lance looked at her. “You ever see gang guys when you go there?”

“Gang guys?” I laughed at him.

“Yeah, you know, um like driving around shooting each other and stuff.” Lance looked at me.

“You play way too much GTA, man!” Matt grinned at Lance, then at Carol. “Don’t listen to him, he’s like sort of retarded.”

“I ain’t a retard.” Lance looked at Carol. “Ask him about hockey if you wanna meet a retard.”

“Hockey?” Carol looked confused and glanced at Matt.

“So I like hockey?” Matt shrugged. “What’s that got to do with you bein a retard?” Matt didn’t just like hockey, he loved it, but none of the rest of us did, so it was like his own private thing.

“Nothin.” Lance shrugged and touched Carol on the shoulder. “See what I mean?” He asked her quietly, like it was obvious what was wrong with Matt and hockey.

Carol laughed and Matt sort of frowned, but it was such a stupid conversation anyway I don’t know what the point was. But all of our conversations were like that, two of us would start arguing over nothing at all, while the other two or three would just watch and laugh. I’d really been missing my friends, I realized, and it felt good just to hear Matt and Lance going at it, even if it was for Carol’s benefit and not mine.

“Hey, um, Carol.” John leaned over the table a little. “Do you ever ride motorcycles?” And that wasn’t as weird a question as it probably sounds, since we all had motorcycles. I had a little YZ80, a Yamaha that I’d learned to ride when I was old enough to sit on it by myself. John had a Honda CR125 and it hauled ass. He liked to ride motocross on it, but he never won, not yet anyway. He came in second a lot when him and his dad went up to Wilson’s Creek, which was like 30 miles away, to race.

“Uh, no I’ve never done that.” Carol shook her head, looking a little blank and I got the impression she’d never wanted to.

“You wanna go riding with me sometime?” John asked. “I could um, teach you and stuff.”

“What?” Matt stared at John, realizing his friend was trying to sneak through the backdoor.

“Ummm…” Carol looked like she was thinking about it.

“You don’t wanna ride his motorcycle.” Matt was telling her. “He crashes all the time...”

“I do not!” John protested.

“…I can teach you and I’ll be really careful…”

“I asked her first!” John was frowning. “I don’t hardly ever crash, he’s lying…”

“…It’ll be cool and besides, he just wants you to watch him, that’s all, cause he’s sort of a showoff anyway, everybody knows that…”

“Shut-up.” John waved his hand at Matt.

“And you’re not?” Lance jumped in laughing. “You’re the biggest showoff in the world, dude.”

“No, you are!” Matt said, looking behind Carol’s back while she sat there, sort of looking from one person to the next. “You don’t even have a motorcycle anyway.” He looked at Carol. “He’s got like a moped or something.”

“Don’t listen to him.” Lance shook his head. “I got a better motorcycle than he does. He’s got like training wheels on his.”

The bell was finally ringing about then and I think Carol was glad that it was time for her class, cause I seriously doubted any of my friends impressed her very much. I wished I could have gotten more about her and Greg though, but I could just ask him anyway. And what she’d heard about me, but I could probably guess what that meant. But if Matt or John thought they were gonna get Carol to dump my brother for one of them? I thought they were pretty much dreaming. Greg was a lot older, very cute, and probably way more cool, at least to Carol Hahn. Besides, he had a car and that was always a big deal for a 13 year old girl like Carol, even if she looked more like 15 or even 16 maybe.

“They always like that?” Steve was asking me as we walked slowly out of the cafeteria. Matt and Lance and John were nearby, still arguing about motorcycles.

“Uh, yeah.” I nodded. “Mostly.”

“It’s kinda weird.” He said and I looked at him.

“You think so?” I thought it was pretty normal, I mean they were best friends, so how else would they act?

“I don’t know.” Steve shrugged cause he probably didn’t want to make me mad or anything. “Can I call you tonight?”

“Um, maybe. I don’t know. Call like at ten or something.” I smiled at him. “I’m just sorta busy all the time.”

“Yeah, I noticed.” But Steve was smiling anyway. “That’s okay though, long as you don’t forget about me.”

“I ain’t gonna forget you.” I laughed. “We’re gonna wrestle, remember?”

“Uh, heh.” Steve grinned. “You weren’t um, serious before, were you? About having a girlfriend?”

“Why?” I looked at him, we were standing at the spot where I had to go one way and he had to go the other.

“Cause, um, I thought you liked boys.” He was a little confused I think, that’s all.

“Can’t I like both?” I sort of shrugged.

“I guess.” But he didn’t look too sure about it, maybe wondering if I’d be a real girlfriend if I had a girlfriend, or something. But I wasn’t even his girlfriend anyway, not yet, and I wasn’t even sure if I wanted to be. Steve was nice, and kinda cute, and I wondered about his old girlfriend a lot, but I just didn’t know if I really wanted him for my boyfriend, you know?

Sixth period was art class, which was okay sort of, since I could do my art project with a spray gun at home. I was gonna use one of the cars I’d doubtless be painting, since I painted about one a week usually. It was gonna be hard dragging in a ’57 Chevy or something, but Mrs. Patterson was cool though, she told me I could just turn in some pictures. I’d done a lot of work on her husband’s pickup, along with my brothers, after he’d hit a deer and gone in the ditch with it. The second semester it would be music class, which was gonna be even better since I could play my guitar for an hour. Me, Matt, Lance, and John were gonna form a band, except they didn’t know how to play any instruments yet.

Anyway, I was in art class with all three of them and we could pretty much walk around and talk, so long as we did it quiet and looked busy. The last week it had really sucked because they’d been mad at me for most of it, but now we were friends again.

“Man, she ain’t never gonna go out with me.” Matt was crying on my shoulder.

“She’s going out with Greg anyway.” I shook my head.

“You think they do it?” Matt whispered, “Like you know, screw?”

I shrugged. “Probably. I don’t know, but she’s got a body for it.” I grinned. “I’d screw her,” I teased him, “right in the butt.”

“No doubt!” Matt nodded with a wistful look. “God, I just wanna screw somebody.”

I laughed at him and it was okay cause everybody was talking anyway, Mrs. Patterson had a real relaxed classroom, as I guess it had to be for an art class.

“I’m serious.” Matt frowned. “I’m gonna like die if I don’t do it with somebody!”

“Don’t look at me.” I held up my hands. They were black with charcoal since I was trying to do a charcoal sketch of a vase with some flowers in it, but it sorta looked like a tree.

“Yeah, I know.” Matt sighed and I almost felt sorry for him.

“You don’t have any friends or something? You know, somebody you could hook me up with?” He was asking, reminding me of Kyle a little too much.

“What, like a slut?” I giggled. “Umm…no, all my friends are boys. I could hook you up with John maybe, he’s sorta desperate too.”

“Shut-up.” Matt punched my arm playfully. “That ain’t funny, just cause you’re a fag…”

“Yeah, but I’m a fag with a girlfriend!” I stuck my tongue out.

“Yeah.” Matt nodded. “Hey, uh…You think a guy’s balls can really explode?”

“What?” I stared at him.

“Lance was saying he heard that if a guy didn’t have sex, like ever, that his balls swell up and explode.”

I laughed. “Uh, no, I think you get wet dreams so that won’t happen.” I had to mess with him a little though. “But if you never have a wet dream, yeah, it happens. Scott knows a guy he goes to school with and his balls exploded when he was 17 or something.”

“Really?” Matt swallowed hard. He was so gullible sometimes.

“Yeah, he was in the hospital for like a month. Now he can’t have kids or nothing so everybody calls him ‘Father’ like he’s a priest or something.” I told Matt as matter of factly as I could, but I was gonna lose it in a second. “Cause that’s all he’s ever gonna be good for.”

“Shit. I don’t wanna be a priest.” Matt whispered. “But I jerk off all the time.” He looked around, suddenly remembering where we were. “Doesn’t that count?”

“Nope.” I sighed. “I think you gotta have real sex or it don’t come from the same place or something.”

All this talk about sex, even stupid talk like that, was getting me a little excited. I mean that was from my period, you know? Like I was just horny for no reason, maybe cause my pussy felt greasy anyway, so it just started juicing too and I was glad I had a fresh pad on under Nurse Haven’s panties. And then I was thinking about her and then I was thinking really bad things, like wicked stuff and I had an idea. Ideas are generally good, except when you’re really horny, like I was, because then even bad ideas sounded sort of like good ideas. And I was having a really bad idea.

“I know how you can have sex.” I whispered to Matt, grabbing his arm and squeezing him excitedly.

“How?” Matt stared at me. “With who?”

“Never mind, just um…Tomorrow, meet me at the nurse’s office at 10:15, okay? Don’t go in, just wait by the door. And don’t be late, okay? Exactly 10:15 you gotta be there or it won’t work.” I was whispering and Matt could see I was totally serious.

“Okay.” He nodded and I think he was sorta holding his breath. “Are you sure about this, I mean…”

“Yeah, I’m sure, but you gotta do exactly what I say.” I told him. “And you can’t tell anybody, not even Lance or John, alright?”

“Okay.”

“I’m serious as a heart attack, man…You tell anybody and it ain’t gonna happen and your balls are gonna explode!”

“All right, yeah, I promise.” Matt swore, maybe a little annoyed at my insistence.

“Okay.” I let him go and licked my lips. My nipples were screaming under my shirt and I almost rubbed them, but then I remembered I was in the middle of art class, and I especially thought of my hands. Then I looked at Matt’s shirt sleeve and giggled.

“Oh, man!” Matt frowned as he saw the charcoal all over his clothes. “You dick!”

And then Mrs. Patterson did look at us, wagging a finger, and Matt went back to his drawing, glancing over at me as I smiled at him apologetically.

Jane picked me up, just like she said she would, about 20 minutes after I got home. She was driving Sherry’s ’71 Challenger, orange and black and just nasty looking, in a good way. That car was ill and Mark and David had spent the last two years making it awesome. It had a Mopar 386 small block under the hood, of which only about 200 had been made, and none of them had ever been intended for the street. They were old open wheel racing kits that had sat crated up in some warehouse in Detroit for 20 years before someone had decided to put them on Ebay. We’d gotten three of them. 

It was supercharged with a custom Winchester 4 barrel carb that growled like Godzilla when you punched it. It had a lot of torque, as much as anything Nascar could put on a track and it was certainly the quickest car in Washington, but the top end was low, somewhere around 185 or so, since David had that transmission wound up tighter than a duck’s butt. It would dust anything in a sprint though, and Mark had taken a lot of money with it until it became a little too well known. But every now and then someone would come around in their personal custom racecar, and want a lesson in quick. One guy, who had way too much money, brought his Enzo up for pink slips, but Daddy wouldn’t let Mark keep it. Taking the man’s pride was enough, dad said, he could keep his two million dollar ride, but he’d always know that my brother owned that Ferrari.

Anyway, don’t get me started on cars. It’s enough to say that Sherry had one of the hottest cars west of the Mississippi and Jane was driving it, which made me cringe. I was gonna have to give her some driving lessons, I thought, wondering why my brothers hadn’t tried to teach her how to shift. The car had a bang shifter anyway, all she had to do was pump the clutch and hit the stick. But I put on my happy face anyway.

“Hey.” Jane was smiling and leaning out of the open window as I came out of the kitchen.

“Hi.” I looked happy, but inside I was nervous as heck. Bringing Jane along to meet Julie couldn’t be a good idea, I thought. Especially since I really, really wanted to get to know Julie really, really well, you know? But like I said before, I was pretty horny most of the time anyway, and getting my period just made it worse, so I was like a kid in a candy store and I wanted everything. Even if it meant I might make a mess trying to get my hands around too much of a good thing. But Jane had said she’d be good, so…

“You’re sure you’re okay with this right?” I asked her once we were on the road. Jane did alright as long as she didn’t have to shift.

“What? With this Julie person?” Jane looked at me and giggled. “Yeah, I told you I was.”

“Okay.” I nodded, feeling a little out of my depth. This couldn’t have been a normal situation for anyone, let alone someone like me. But my situations never seemed normal, so maybe this was normal and I should be worried if I were doing something different. But I couldn’t think of anything different that I’d rather be doing, so I just sighed and wondered why I was so weird.

“You’re gonna be fine.” Jane was smiling. “It’s gonna be so hot seeing you with her. She’s pretty right?” Jane was rubbing my leg as she drove, sliding her right hand up and down my thigh slowly.

“Yeah.” I nodded. “She’s beautiful.” I wondered if I shouldn’t have just said she was cute.

“Good.” Jane nodded slightly, like she approved. “Oh…what’s this?” She suddenly found my strapon dildo trapped against the inside of my left thing like a long hard cock. “Is this for her, or for me?” She smiled with a glance in my direction.

“What do you think?” I grinned and reached up to stroke her bare shoulder. “I’ve missed you.” And I had too, especially after our talk on the phone the night before.

“Do you want to…ummm…” Jane shifted in her seat a little, so her short skirt rode up her thighs and I could see her panties, small and pink. “…touch me?” 

She was wearing the same black skirt she’d worn to the party the other night, that sort of shiny plastic one. Her top was a pink tube-top, soft and stretching and hugging her breasts nicely. It was short too, so it really showed off her flat tummy and narrow waist. Jane had her hair pulled back in a long ponytail and she looked pretty stunning, in sort of an innocent, girl next door way. Her face just looked so open, so fresh and clean, she was wearing hardly any makeup at all, which I really liked. The only thing that spoiled the overall angelic effect was the way she spread her smooth white thighs, flashing her panties, and inviting me to play with her pussy.

“Mmmm…” Jane sighed as I rubbed her sex slowly, with just my fingertips playing along her slit which was plainly evident under the tight soft material. “That’s nice…I wish you were driving.” She giggled.

“Why?” I asked, feeling my own body warming up nicely.

“So I could suck your cock, silly!” She squeezed my thigh. “I bet you’d love that!”

I’d have loved it even more if I had a real cock, I thought to myself, but the idea was exciting enough. “Is that what you did with Mark and David?” I asked her, not really meaning anything by it, but just out of curiosity.

“Don’t be jealous.” Jane smiled. “I just did it sometimes, but only because Sherry wanted me to. I thought you were gonna tell me to suck Josh’s cock the other night.”

“I thought about it.” I admitted.

“You should have, he’s sweet.”

“He’s in love with his cousin.” I said, rubbing my fingertips around Jane’s clit so she wriggled a little and hitched a sharp breath.

“Really? The one you fucked?” Jane laughed. “Does she like him?”

“I don’t think she likes any boys.” I shrugged.

“She liked you though, huh?” Jane squeezed my leg some more. “You’ve got a lot of girlfriends.” She said and I couldn’t tell if that bothered her or not.

“No.” I said. “I only have one.” I would have kissed her then, but it was about impossible with the seat belts on, which were more like harnesses, and besides, Jane was having enough problems staying between the lines while I rubbed her pussy. She was growing damp, I could tell, and her sex was radiating heat in waves.

“Hmmm…” Jane settled her ass a little in the seat and pressed herself harder against my hand. “We’ll fix that tonight, won’t we?” And she gave me that impish little smile I loved so much.

We found Julie’s house okay, without crashing or even pulling over so we could have real sex, although I think we both wanted to. I was certainly hot enough and I was glad I’d brought an extra pad and underwear in a little paper bag I’d stashed in the glove compartment. I’d learned my lesson earlier that day.

It was an okay house, one of the newer ones they’d been building recently, just a one story ranch style or whatever. I rang the doorbell while Jane double checked to make sure she looked okay, and I hoped I did too. But it was easier for me cause I looked like a teenage boy, with jeans and a loose flannel shirt that hid my small tits. I felt a little awkward next to Jane though, because she was a couple inches taller than me anyway, plus the fact that she was wearing black leather shoes with 3 inch heels. I felt sorta like a midget or something. At least Julie would be my height, so long as she wasn’t wearing heels too.

“Hi!” Julie was smiling as she opened the door, looking just as pretty as I remembered her. She wasn’t wearing heels either, just barefoot in her own faded jeans and a light blue t-shirt with the Superman logo on it. Her black hair was still long and carelessly brushed, with waves and curls and tangles. I don’t know why I liked her hair so much, I just did.

“Hey.” I was smiling too. “This is my friend, Jane, she gave me a ride.”

“Hi Jane.” Julie nodded and sort of looked Jane up and down, but not real obviously and I think Jane was doing the same thing.

“Hi.” Jane smiled and I glanced at her, seeing to my relief that it looked genuine enough.

“Come on in.” Julie held the door open. “Mom, Ann’s here.” She called loudly and I sort of blinked at that, thinking her parents wouldn’t be home.

“Your mom’s here?” I asked, trying to hide my nervousness.

“Yeah, my dad too.” Julie laughed. “Why?”

“Uh, nothing. I just um, I thought they’d be working or something.”

“Hello.” Julie’s mom cam in from the kitchen, I guessed, or someplace else. She was smiling and wiping her hands and I thought she’d been cooking, but a second later I saw it was paint.

“Mom, this is Ann, the girl I was telling you about.” Julie smiled at me, then at Jane. “And her friend Jane.”

“Hi Ann, hi Jane, come on in. I was just working in the back. Roger, come in her for a second, meet Julie’s friends.” Julie’s mom called out. She looked like Julie, except older obviously, but very pretty and it was plain where Julie had gotten her looks. Her hair was shorter, and styled, but I could easily imagine it long and wild. 

“My mom’s an artist and my dad’s a writer.” Julie was telling us. “They write children’s books together.”

“Oh.” I nodded, thinking that was sort of a cool job.

“I’ve heard so much about you, Ann.” Julie’s mom looked me over, smiling and not seeming bothered at all by the way I looked, like it was perfectly normal for a 14 year old girl to dress like a boy, haircut and all.

“Uh, okay.” I smiled and wondered what I was supposed to be saying.

“You’ve got a nice house.” Jane said, looking around and saving me.

“Oh, thank you, we’re still getting settled and…oh, here he is.” Julie’s dad came in finally. He was older than Julie’s mom, who looked to be 40 maybe. He was tall and thin and balding, but he had a kind face, like one of those people you just immediately felt comfortable with. He looked like a favorite uncle, at least to me. Julie’s mom made me a little nervous, but not her dad, it was strange.

He smiled at us and shook our hands as Julie introduced us. “So, um, what are your plans for tonight?” He asked reasonably.

“Oh, uh, well Jane wants to go to that new accessory store.” I nodded, not really expecting any of this, reasonable or not. “And uh, I don’t know. Maybe get something to eat and go to the arcade or something.”

“We’re just going to hang out, Dad.” Julie smiled. “It’s not like a date or anything.”

“Oh, I thought it was.” He said.

“Roger.” Julie’s mom frowned and gave me a little smile like she was apologizing for something, but I was instantly and hopelessly confused.

“Well, that’s what I thought.” He shrugged.

I’ll admit I was slow, my brain doesn’t really work overtime anyway, under the best conditions, but it seemed like Julie’s parents almost thought I was there to take Julie out on a date. That seemed so far outside the realm of possibility that it was like a Twilight Zone episode or something.

“Why don’t you guys sit down in the living room, have something to drink before you go.” Julie’s mom was suggesting and it didn’t seem like we had much of a choice since she was already turning around.

Julie’s dad sort of led our little parade into the next room and we sat down on nice almost-but-not-quite comfortable furniture. The sort people buy because it looks good with their drapes or something. I’d rather change the curtains, personally, and be comfy. 

“I’m sorry if I embarrassed you, Ann.” Julie’s dad was saying. “I thought Julie told me you guys were going out and I guess I assumed that…you know.” He smiled apologetically.

“I said I think she’s gonna ask me out, dad.” Julie laughed and I felt my face turning red. I was sitting on the sofa in between Julie and Jane and I felt Jane’s hand in the small of my back, just patting me gently, like she was sympathetic to my confusion.

“It’s um…okay if I, uh, ask Julie to go out with me?” I had a hard time speaking, like I had a frog in my throat. “On a date?”

“Sure.” Julie’s dad shrugged, like why wouldn’t it be. “Just not too late, she has school tomorrow.” He chuckled softly. “I guess you do too.”

“Okay.” I nodded and then Mrs. Perry was pushing a glass of lemonade in my hand, which I drank gratefully.

“We were a little…concerned,” Julie’s mom said, making sure everyone got a glass and then sitting down in the chair next to her husbands, “when Julie told us how much you two seemed to like each other.”

“Uh, mom…” Julie said, blushing a little.

“But we’re very open minded.” Mr. Perry said, almost proudly, I thought.

“We lived in San Francisco.” Mrs. Perry confided. “I was born there, so you don’t have to worry, we understand that everyone is different and special in their own way.”

“Oh, okay.” I nodded like I understood what the heck she was talking about.

“We don’t want Julie to grow up confused.” Julie’s dad tried to explain. “Being close to someone should never be wrong and it’s important that we support her decisions.”

I thought I’d fallen into a particularly bad episode of Dr. Phil suddenly and I expected my own dad to come through the door any second, voicing his theory that he was letting me do all the driving on the road of life. I just knew Jane had to be laughing her head off inside and it really made me feel embarrassed, both for me and for Julie.

“We’re writing a new book right now, about a girl who makes friends with a penguin.” Mrs. Perry said. “Everyone makes fun of the girl because she likes the penguin so much.”

“See the other kids don’t like the penguin because it’s different than they are.” Mr. Perry added.

“So the girl really has to find the courage to follow her heart and be friends with the penguin and then, one day, she kisses the penguin and guess what!” Mrs. Perry smiled and waited expectantly. Mr. Perry was smiling too.

“Uh, the penguin turns into a prince?” I guessed.

“Oh no.” Julie’s mom laughed lightly and reached over to touch my knee.

“No,” Mr. Perry grinned. “The little girl turns into a penguin!” And then they were both laughing. I was wondering what Mrs. Perry might have put in the lemonade and I decided not to drink anymore of it.

“Sorry about that.” Julie was saying once we were in the car. She was sitting on my lap in the front seat, although there was room enough in the backseat, this was much better.

“Uh, that was kinda weird.” I had to admit.

“I thought your parents were cool.” Jane said.

“Really? Julie asked and we both looked at Jane.

“Yeah, seriously. My parents never want to meet my friends.” Jane shrugged. “You’re lucky.”

“Maybe.” Julie said doubtfully. “At least they didn’t tell you the worst thing.”

“What’s that?” I asked, feeling really comfortable with Julie’s small round butt on my thighs and my arms around her soft tummy.

“The penguin in their new book? They named it Ann.” She looked at me and then we both giggled.

“They like you.” Jane smiled at me, and then she giggled too.

“Can I, uh…do you want to…” Julie was looking at me with her dark eyes and our faces were close together as we rode in the car. She glanced nervously at Jane and I knew what she wanted cause I wanted it too.

“Yeah.” I whispered. “It’s okay.” And I really hoped it was because if it wasn’t Jane was going to totally freak in about 3 seconds.

Julie kept her eyes open as I kissed her tentatively at first, just touching my kips to hers and it was like a mild electric shock going through me, through both of us I think, and my arms went a little tighter around her.

“You didn’t turn into a penguin.” I breathed, smiling into her eyes.

“Yes I did.” Julie sighed.

And then we kissed some more and I brushed my tongue over her lips, tickling between them until Julie parted them slowly and let my tongue inside her warm wet sweet mouth. She tasted like lemonade, just a little, but with a lot of sugar and I explored her tenderly as she turned, putting her arms around my neck and moaned softly.

I think we kissed for five minutes, easily, until I realized Jane had stopped the car and we were parked in front of that accessory store she’d been telling me about. I looked at Jane a little breathlessly, feeling my lips tingling and slightly swollen and I smiled when I saw her smile. Julie was breathing hard too, and licking her lips and she was definitely happy with what we’d been doing.

“Oh wow.” She breathed, still hugging me around my neck. “Do we have to stop.?” She giggled softly.

“Um, just for a little.” I giggled too.

“Do you guys wanna wait for me out here?” Jane offered, but I wasn’t going to do that to her, no way. This was a big deal for Jane and she was being super cool and I felt so much in love with her right then, it was weird. I was holding Julie and just melting inside for Jane all of a sudden.

“No, uh-uh, we’ll come in with you.” I said, avoiding Julie’s eyes for the moment because I knew she wanted us to stay in the car.

I’d never been in an accessory store before and it was sort of interesting, I guess. Not like a good hardware store or anything, but it was fun seeing how many different kinds of hairbrushes there were and stuff. It was like seeing a part of the universe I’d only read about in magazines while I waited to get my teeth cleaned.

Anyway, Jane and Julie kept me entertained enough as I watched them shop. They kept showing each other stuff and ohhing and ahhing and giggling and then they’d show me and I’d shrug and say it was cool, yeah. But half the time I wasn’t exactly sure what it was for, or if I did know, I wasn’t sure how it worked. Some of those hairclips looked pretty tricky and I wondered if they came with a manual or something.

“What do you think of these?” Jane was looking at earrings, or at least I thought they were earrings.

“What are those for?” Julie asked, and I found out they weren’t earrings at all.

“Nipple rings.” Jane giggled and looked at Julie and then at me. “Do you like these? They were gold and about a half inch across maybe. “Or do you like these kind.” She pointed at the glass case and the saleslady, an oriental woman behind the counter, pulled out a pair that were silver and shaped like a D-ring, so the straight part would go through the nipple and the curved part hang down, I guessed.

“I like the gold ones.” I said. “How about you Julie?”

“Yeah, the gold is cool, but the other ones are nice too. Oh wow, check those out.” She looked at a silver pair that were shaped like a cross, or an X maybe and the woman said the base of the nipple was pierced twice and one of the pieces slid through the other one, then they locked together with a little twist.

“Those are cool.” Jane nodded. “Sorta goth.”

“Yeah.” Julie smiled. “Way cool.”

“Are you gonna get the gold ones?” I asked Jane and she nodded.

“Really? You’re gonna get those?” Julie stared at Jane. “Are your uh, nipples pierced?”

“Not yet.” Jane laughed. “But you can pierce my nipples, right?” She asked the woman.

“You 16 year old?” The lady asked and her English wasn’t totally excellent, but probably as good as mine.

“Yeah.” Jane nodded.

“Okay, I pierce you. No problem.” The woman smiled.

“Do you have another pair like those?” I asked and the woman did, in fact she had a lot of those, and I guess the simple gold rings must have been pretty popular.

“You’re gonna do it too?” Julie widened her eyes.

“Yeah.” I smiled. “That’s why we’re here, right?”

“You 16 year old?” The lady asked me.

“Uh-huh.” I nodded.

“Okay.” And that was all she needed to hear, I don’t think she could tell I wasn’t since I heard we all look the same to foreigners, but who knows.

“Oh, wow, that’s so cool.” Julie was giggling and not sure what to think.

“If you want I’ll get you those.” I pointed at the crosses she liked.

“Really?” She widened her eyes. “Oh, but um…” She was thinking of her parents.

“Your parents won’t get mad.” Jane laughed, teasing Julie a little. “If they say anything just tell them you’re expressing your individuality.”

Julie laughed, but she didn’t know if Jane was serious or joking, and neither did I for that matter. “You guys are serious? You’re really gonna do it?”

“Yeah.” I looked at Jane and then back at Julie. “It’ll be cool.”

“Okay.” She nodded, swallowing and smiling and even blushing a little, which looked like a lot of blushing with her really pale complexion. “But um, not these. Do you have any like those…” she pointed at the gold rings Jane and I were getting, “…but in silver instead of gold?”

“Yes, yes, we have.” The saleslady produced a pair of small rings, silver and about a half inch in diameter. “You like?”

“Yeah.” Julie licked her lips and looked at me.

“They’ll look good.” I smiled, and they would with her snow white skin and black hair and eyes.

“I’ll uh, take these.”

“You 16 too?” The lady asked.

“Uh, yeah.” Julie giggled and it was a good thing the old Vietnamese woman wanted to make money, I thought.

We picked out some more stuff, or Julie and Jane did, sort of last minute trying to think of what they wanted while we there shopping. I looked around and finally saw something interesting, a couple things actually. The first was what looked like a dog collar, but it was for people, I guessed, and it even had a little silver tag, shaped like a heart dangling from it. It was made of thin black leather with a single row of small silver rivets along its length and a small silver buckle. It was kinda expensive, but I guess people collars cost more than regular dog collars.

The other thing was different chains that you could buy by the inch. There were all kinds including real gold and gold plated. The real gold came in 18 and 14 carat, and it was really thin, too delicate to be useful for anything. But the gold plate was thicker and I bought some of that, getting different lengths as I tried to imagine what I might want it for. I was thinking of Coach and his little story about the two fags who locked their nipples together and he was right, it did sound like fun. I figured six inches would give us room to play, wouldn’t it? Besides, Jane was a lot taller than me so we couldn’t really just connect our rings if we ever wanted to stand up. It was funny thinking about that stuff and it was keeping me horny.

That stuff was expensive though, for just gold plate, but it seemed like everything in that store probably cost a little extra. I looked at the clips and locks and stuff that you could use with the chains, and they had all kinds. Some of them looked useful, some of them I had no idea what to do with. But I ended up buying the simplest ones, just small gold colored spring clips. They looked kind of cheap, but I played with them and it seemed like they’d hold up okay. I hate those ones you get sometimes and the spring breaks right away, fixing them is a pain.

I ended up paying for everything, of course, since I was the boyfriend for both Jane and Julie, and I really wanted to pay anyway. I was glad I’d had some money saved though, and that I’d brought all of it, cause I spent over a hundred dollars in that little store. Way over a hundred. Just the piercing was ten dollars each, and the nipple rings were 39.95 each. Julies were 50 dollars, the person collar was 24.95…See where I’m going with all this? Add in the chains and the clips and two baskets full of hairclips, brushes, some belts, a beret, a pair of sunglasses, nail polish, a pair of tweezers, some lipstick and a couple compacts and a…

“What’s this?” I held up a weird looking silver case, unmarked and simple. I clicked it so it opened and it was empty except for a piece of cardboard about an inch square that popped up automatically on little hinges for easy removal. The cardboard said I was holding a ‘Glove Box’ but that wasn’t telling me much.

Julie shrugged, it had been in Jane’s basket and Jane was off looking at something else.

“Glove Box.” The oriental woman smiled at me. “Condom go here.” She was pointing at the cardboard. “Glove Box go in purse.” She was smiling at me and I blushed a little. “She go date.” The lady said, pointing at Jane, and laughed some more.

Anyway, around $217.87 later I think we were all happy, or so I hoped. We were still going to get pierced and while the thought of sticking a needle in my nipple wasn’t my first thought of the day, it didn’t really bother me either. In fact I sorta felt excited at the idea that I’d soon have some rings in my nipples. It seemed pretty sexy somehow and the thought that I was probably the first girl in Squinosha County to get her nipples pierced before she got her ears done made me giggle.

There was a little piercing room, really just meant for two people, but all three of us crowded in there with the lady who was gonna do it. She was older than the woman who worked out front, maybe they were sisters, or maybe even she was the other lady’s mother, I didn’t know. She didn’t say much though, just yabbered for a few minutes in Vietnamese or whatever with the saleslady. 

I figured I’d go first, for no particular reason other than it seemed like the manly thing to do, but Jane was already pulling her top down, under the swell of her perfect breasts. They were beautiful and her nipples were hard and sticking straight out like dark pink erasers. Julie sort of looked at Jane and then down at her own breasts, still covered by her t-shirt and bra, but she had nothing to worry about. She had really nice tits too, especially for a 14 year old. I thought by the time Julie was 17 she’d be as perfect as Jane. I was the one who should have been feeling inadequate, but I sort of liked my tits, since they were hard underneath with muscle now. They weren’t shrinking or anything, not like I’d hoped, but they were a little more boyish I thought, and right then, with my two girls next to me, I wanted to be a boy more than anything.

Jane sat in a chair and we watched carefully as the old woman used a pair of surgical clamps to grab Jane’s left nipple. Those were like stainless steel pliers, sort of, but they looked more like scissors and they could be locked closed. She pinched the tip of Jane’s nipple, making her wince just a little, pulled her nipple taut with one hand while she used a weird hollow needle thing that had been soaking in some antiseptic or something to pierce Jane’s flesh so quickly it was done before we knew it.

Jane just gasped a little and then giggled, looking down at the needle now stuck completely through her. There was just a little blood, hardly any at all, and I thought that was cool. The woman then used a pair of circlips to open one of the gold rings and put an end into the hollow part of the needle and pushed so the ring replaced the needle and then she let the circlips go and the ring snapped closed. It was really fast and Jane said it hurt a little, but not much at all. Mostly it just kind of throbbed after it was over.

The woman did Jane’s right nipple next and we admired Jane’s breasts for a few minutes. Then Julie wanted to go, probably because she didn’t want to be last and chicken out.

“This is so wild!” Julie was telling me as she pulled her t-shirt over her head.

“It’s cool, isn’t it?” I smiled at her.

“Yeah.” Julie nodded. “But when my mom finds out…” She made a face and I just giggled.

I watched Julie as she took off her bra and she glanced at me with a little embarrassment, I thought. I’d seen plenty of girls naked, and they’d seen me, of course, since I was a girl and you tended to undress before and after gym class when you got to middle school. But Julie didn’t really think of me as a girl, neither did Jane for that matter, but obviously me and Julie had only just had our very first kiss. So exposing her breasts to me was sort of a big deal.

She did it though, blushing beautifully and showing me her nice firm tits, small B-cups which looked really good sized on her body. She long and hard dark, dark brown nipples too, which were surrounded by caramel colored areolas, and I could see tiny little goosebumps that probably always showed up when she was excited. Her body was so white too, especially her tits, and I could see faint traces of blue along the soft swelling sides. It was incredibly sexy.

Julie sat in the chair biting her bottom lip and her breathing was a little ragged. “Are you okay?” I asked her, and she nodded. “You’re going to look so awesome with those.” I assured her and she just giggled nervously.

“She’s hot.” Jane whispered to me, breathing the words in my ear, and her hand found mine, giving me a squeeze.

“You’re hot.” I whispered back. “I love you.”

We didn’t say anything else, just watched as Julie was pierced and it was as easy for her as it had been for Jane. She winced a little and sucked a sharp breath, but mostly Julie just stared at her nipples as they were pierced and fitted with the small silver rings. 

“That wasn’t so bad.” Julie rolled her eyes and Jane and I giggled at her.

Julie sat in the chair for a few minutes, flicking her rings and telling us how sensitive her nipples were, like they had frostbite or something, all tingling and so cold they felt hot.

When it was my turn the old lady gave me a funny look, doing a little double take at my small A-cup boobs. She hadn’t known I was a girl, I thought, and that made me feel good. I glanced at Julie, who was getting dressed and looking at my breasts while she pretended not to. I caught her eyes and she turned away, blushing and smiling and then turning to look again.

I was pretty excited by this point and my nipples ached they were so hard. Like small ruddy diamonds, not so dark as Julies, and not so pink as Jane’s, and definitely not as long as either of them, but still nice and puffy and I wished one or both of my friends would suck on them, just for a minute. But instead the old Vietnamese lady used the surgical clamps, just like she had with Jane, and I felt a dazzle of pleasure rush through me at the sudden discomfort.

When she pierced me it was nice, really nice. And I clenched my thighs together, feeling the wetness that had been leaking steadily into my pad for the last few hours since Jane had picked me up. I didn’t know how much of that was my period and how much the natural juices of my excitement, but I figured there was a lot to be excited about, you know? I wasn’t going to cum or anything, not from having some old woman pierce my boobs, even with Jane and Julie watching, but it was another step closer for sure and it was over all too soon.

“Oh, man.” I giggled, looking down at the first pieces of jewelry I could truly call my own. I flicked my rings with my finger and felt my nipple throbbing hotly under the vibration. They were gonna be tender for a little while, I thought, a couple days at least, and I wondered about Julie’s. She must have really been feeling it, but she just smiled when I looked at her, telling me how good my nipples looked.

The old woman gave us three little tubes of anti-bacterial cream and some little pieces of paper that explained in English and Vietnamese both how to care for recent piercings. That was sort of handy to know, I thought, and we all thanked her, but she mostly ignored us. We said goodbye to the saleslady too and collected our bags full of treasure. 

I walked out to the car between Jane and Julie feeling really good and congratulating myself silently on making the biggest mistake of my life, which was turning out pretty darn good, in my opinion. But the night was young too, I reminded myself, and I was wondering if I shouldn’t try and explain things to Julie, about Jane and me. Because I really, really wanted to kiss Jane right then. And Julie too. And I think Jane wanted to kiss Julie. And if Julie…Mmmm…I was begging for trouble now, I thought. 

But trouble seemed to be my middle name. 

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