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Girl Fag
by Rachael

Chapter Seventeen




Coach was waiting for me, as usual, when I got to the school weight room, and the first thing I did was take off my t-shirt and show him my tits.

“What you sportin’ there, boy?” Coach grinned. “Damned if you didn’t, and me here without my titty tether.” He pinched my right nipple gently, bending down to inspect my ring and the nub of hard flesh it was going through.

“You like it, Coach?” I asked, feeling a little tingly inside. 

“You know I do.” He pinched the other nipple just to see me flinch, I think. “Every cocksucker needs pierced nipples, that’s a fact.” He was massaging my tits like they were a boy’s, pressing them flat against my chest and working his palms around them hard. It hurt some, since I was still sore, but it had me breathing hard too.

“You like that, huh?” Coach grinned and I nodded.

“Y-Yes sir.” I was almost leaning into his hands.

“What do you say we work on those ass muscles of yours this morning?” Coach was turning me around and his hands were dropping to my shorts, tugging the back of them down, over my tight round butt.

“Yessss…sir” I moaned and I was ready for it. I’d had way too much girl sex and the 99 percent of me that was queer for boys needed some attention bad.

“What the hell you wearing down here, Russet?” Coach snapped the waistband of my briefs. “I thought you liked them boxers.”

“I…I do, Coach.” I looked over my shoulder at him. “I uh, sorta got my um, you know…girl thing.” He looked at me funny. “I gotta stick my pad to something.” I flushed with embarrassment.

“Oh.” Coach shrugged. “Ain’t nothin’ but a thing, right?” Coach couldn’t have cared less if I was menstruating or not, he wasn’t interested in that part of me at all.

“Right.” I nodded, licking my lips as Coach had me get down on one of the low padded benches. One thing about the weight room, it was a good place for man sex. There was all kinds of stuff to bend over, kneel on, or do whatever you wanted.

“Jesus, I love your ass, Russet.” Coach pulled my butt cheeks apart and I shivered with anticipation. “I bet if Levi had tried to put his dick in here you wouldn’t have stopped him, huh?”

“N-No…” I gasped as Coach shoved a finger in my tight dry anus, wriggling it around. “You been butt fucked lately, boy?”

“Um, the other night.” I wiggled my ass a little, feeling my muscles squeezing Coach’s finger. “In the…ughhh…shower.” Coach had pushed his finger inside me as far as it would go, twisting it around slowly.

“Good boy.” Coach chuckled. “Shower fuckin’ is good clean fun. I think you’re loose enough, don’t want to spoil you too much, do we?”

“No sir….Uhhhmmmm…Noooo…” I shut my eyes tightly and groaned, feeling Coach driving the air from my lungs as his hard blunt cockhead was pressing against my little hole and suddenly spearing about 3 or 4 inches deep into my ass. 

“Ahhhh…damn! You’re a good fit for my dick, son!” Coach was taking a couple deep breaths and he slapped my ass hard, spanking me. “Don’t hold your breath, Russet, you gotta relax. You hear me? Like to pinch my dick off in there!”

“Yessss…” I let go of the air I was holding and my body immediately settled down a little. I hadn’t even realized that I’d arched my back and tightened my ass muscles so much, but Coach could sure feel it.

“There ya go…now let me in, boy…let your old Coach take it home…” He grabbed my hips and began pushing slowly, but with a steady constant pressure and my tight little hole burned in protest as he stretched my ass around his huge cock.

Coach worked his cock leisurely in and out of me for a while, letting his precum leak out and do its job, lubricating me just enough so he could really start to fuck me hard. It was painful at first, but I liked it that way, being fucked like the boy I was meant to be. Having a big strong man like Coach taking me the way he wanted. He never asked if I wanted it slow or fast, or if he should ease up a bit and give me a breather. My ass was his hole and he was using it, and that was exactly what I wanted.

My clit was hard and fiery and rubbing against the bench beneath me as I spread my legs, finding an edge that I could work hard between my thighs. I had a lot of padding down there anyway, with my shorts bunched up, my briefs and that pad, all between my clit and the hard pressure. But it was still good like that and Coach’s cock ramming deep into my guts was another fire and I grunted softly with every thrust he made.

“Lift up a little, boy, lemme play with those rings of yours.” Coach breathed in my ear, and he was lifting me so I was kneeling awkwardly, impaled on his cock as he held it deep.

“Ohhh yeah…ummm…” I was moaning as his hands found my breasts, my girlish tits, and he pinched my nipples hard with his fingers. Coach made gasp and then almost scream as lightning bolts of pain flashed across my tender skin. He was pulling on the rings, and it seemed as if he might rip them from my flesh.

“I know they’re tender…” Coach was saying. “…so you just remember the magic word if it starts hurting too much…”

He was stabbing his cock into my ass with short sharp strokes and his fingers kept tugging at my nipples, pulling them up and out and I arched my back trying to ease the pressure. It was like being pierced all over again, but this time with red hot needles, and I was grinding my ass against Coach hard, as if that would somehow allow me to escape. But it just made it better for him and he was urging me on, telling me to fuck myself on his dick like a good little faggot should.

“There ya go…” Coach was saying softly. “Ya done good, boy…I know that hurt some, but you took it good.” He’d let go of my nipples finally and the sudden absence of pressure was like a new kind of pain and Coach let me go so I could collapse on the cool vinyl of the bench.

“Ohhh…god…” I moaned. “…Coach…” He was still fucking me slowly, but I barely noticed it and I realized I’d cum. Right in the middle of all that pain, Coach had made me cum. My stomach was full of butterflies and I had tears in my eyes and my nose was running a little. I was panting for air and my ass was hot and squeezing the cock inside me.

“That was good huh?” Coach rubbed my back, sliding his gentle hands up and down. “How about we try it like this for a change…”

Coach soon had us on the hard rubber matting on the floor, with me on my back and my legs up over his right shoulder. My legs weren’t spread at all, but I guess they didn’t need to be either. Coach had a good angle into my ass as he leaned forward, practically pushing my knees up to my tits, and he was drilling me hard. It was the first time I could look in his eyes while he fucked me and I liked it, even if I wasn’t getting any of that good pressure on my clit anymore.

I put my arms up around his neck, my body turned just slightly to my left, since my knees were hooked over his strong bicep mostly. Coach wasn’t a bad looking man. His body was rock hard, and his face was hard too, lined with some wrinkles, but it looked good on him. He had bushy eyebrows that just made his steely eyes that much more expressive and he had nice lips, not thick or thin, but nice and I was wondering why Coach never kissed me.

“Do you uh…ugh!” Coach stabbed his cock inside me hard, rotating his hips and almost making me forget what I was gonna say.

“What’s that boy? Speak up!” Coach chuckled and watched my face as he fucked me good.

“Yessss…uh…you ever kiss ahhh…uh fag…?” I gasped out finally.

“You need some love, Russet?” Coach leaned forward, rocking my body up even more so that his cock was practically pointing straight down into my belly.

“Ughhh…jus…just…wondered…” I was licking my lips and panting for air.

Coach smiled and bent his head down, and if I was expecting a tender loving kiss, I didn’t get it. Coach liked to kiss hard! His mouth covered mine and his thick tongue filled my mouth. I felt my lips being pressed against my teeth almost painfully. Coach pushed his tongue as far into my mouth as he could too, and I was almost trying to swallow it, just cause it was so far in the back of my mouth. It was like I was trying to deepthroat a soft wriggling cock or something.

But kissing Coach, or rather being kissed by him, since all I could do was lie there and take it, was pretty exciting. This was man kissing, I figured, hard and strong and without all the tender girly stuff. His tongue was fucking my mouth the same as his cock was fucking my ass and it made me shiver all over. I was groaning into Coach’s mouth and my arms tightened around his neck, his cock was rubbing against the sensitive walls of my vagina through the thin bit of flesh that separated them and I felt the small really good tremors deep in my tummy. If he would just keep kissing me, keep fucking my little boy butt hard, I could cum again, just from that.

And Coach was getting close too, maybe cause he was kissing me for the first time, I don’t know. I sorta liked to think so anyway. I don’t think he loved me like he was gonna marry me, but he did love me in a way, I knew that cause I loved him too, even though saying it would have been impossible. He was breathing hard while we kissed, I could feel it on my face, and even across my tongue, and I was sharing that hot moist air. My stomach was doing cartwheels and my head was pounding. I rubbed my thighs together and tried to hump my ass against him. I was falling then, or more like weightless maybe, with my hot blood rushing all through me as I came hard.

Somewhere in my fevered brain I knew Coach was coming too, his cock throbbing and shooting his hot semen deep into my guts, spreading through my ass while he continued to fuck me, grunting into my mouth as I clung to him. My whole body was contracting around him, every muscle I had determined to hold his cock deep inside me and milk it for every drop of his sperm. All of my senses were alive and overwhelmed and it was a delirious sensation that left me dizzy and giggling weakly as Coach slowly pulled his cock from ass

“Here ya go, boy…” Coach breathed, moving up to straddle my chest and bringing his cum dripping cock to my mouth.

It was still hard, but not totally, like a big long tube of rubber and it was covered with his semen and precum and I took him in my mouth eagerly, washing Coach’s cock with my tongue. I was glad I took good care to wash myself thoroughly every morning and night, or that mighta been sort of gross, but all I could taste was Coach and I liked it.

“Fuckin you is like going to fag heaven, Russet.” Coach sighed; he was rubbing my head gently, combing his fingers through my short hair. “If I was 30 years younger, you’d be in real trouble.”

I giggled around Coach’s cock and sucked him nice until it was time for us to get cleaned up. An hour can sure go by fast, can’t it?

I’d brought my strapon to school. I was nervous about that, since I was pretty sure I’d get suspended if I got caught with it. I’d debated whether or not to wear it all day, or just keep it stashed in my locker. I ended up putting it on right after I took my shower. I didn’t trust having it out of sight and besides, I was wearing some loose jeans anyway, so probably no one would notice I had nine inches of cock in my pants. Unless they bumped into me or something. It was sorta cool walking around with it and it kept my nipples itching all through homeroom.

I saw Matt and I just nodded when he gave me a questioning look. Ten fifteen, I mouthed silently, since the teacher was talking, and Matt just smiled. I really wasn’t sure I should have been doing what I was going to though, especially since I was trying to hook my brother Steve up with Miss Haven. But poor Matt was so desperate and I just knew Miss Haven would really, really get off on it. She’d be so scared she’d probably cum in 30 seconds or something…or so I hoped. She might just scream and get us all busted. There’s a lot of doubt that creeps into your head when you have to wait almost 3 hours.

I slipped out of the library at 10:10 and made my way to the Nurse’s office. About 2 minutes later Lance showed up.

“What are you doing here?” I whispered.

Matt and John came next, even before I got the words out, and I stared at all three of them in disbelief.

“What are you guys doing here?” I was going to have a panic attack, I thought, and I had to fight to breathe.

“Sorry.” Matt shrugged. “Um, I kinda told them by accident.”

“Jesus Christ!” I shook my head and looked at the clock on the wall, it was 10:13 and I couldn’t believe it. But I should have expected it probably, none of us could keep a secret from each other very long, and Matt’s secret had been a pretty good one.

“What are we gonna do?” John was smiling nervously.

“Okay, look. You guys can’t say a word, not a single word, okay? And I don’t mean later, I mean right now, when we go in there. Nobody says anything but me and you just do what I tell you, okay?”

“Yeah…okay…sure…” They were all nodding and looking confused.

“And whatever happens, whatever I say or do, you just…uh…just shut-up! Don’t say a word.” I didn’t really know what else to tell them since I really didn’t know for sure what was gonna happen. This was definitely not going according to plan!

I opened the door to Nurse Haven’s office with a finger to my lips and my friends nodded and went in. I closed it and locked it and practically tip-toed to the bathroom, which I didn’t really need to do, but I was feeling very sneaky. I told the guys to wait and I opened the door, feeling a sense of relief and a huge rush of excitement when I saw Nurse Haven exactly as I’d told her to be. She was naked except for her stockings and garter, facing away from me with her legs slightly spread and her hands flat against the tiled wall.

“A-Ann?” She whispered and I could she was shivering, but not from being cold. Her body was flushed and burning and her breasts were moving with each breath she took, the heavy flesh swaying beneath her.

“Quiet.” I told her and I slapped her bare ass hard.

“Ahhh…” She jerked slightly and dropped her head even farther. I reached between her legs, feeling super strong suddenly, like I had all the confidence in the world. Miss Haven was doing what I wanted her to do and she was just as excited as I was. I could feel her slick sex, already moist with her juices and I wondered how long she’d been waiting for me.

I fingered her quickly and pulled out my dildo, fumbling with my fingers a little and willing myself to slow down. I could hear soft whispers and a giggle coming from my friends and I frowned as Nurse Haven lifted her pretty blonde head a fraction, turning slightly.

“Wha…is…is there someone…” She was trying to ask me weakly.

I spanked her ass again, even harder and I could see my palm print on her smooth white skin. “I said be quiet.” I told her firmly, but not yelling or anything. “You wanna get us in trouble?” I asked reasonably.

“N-no…sorry…” Nurse Haven whispered and then she gasped loudly as I rubbed the head of my cock over her vagina, keeping my fingers near the tip so I could feel the opening to her sex.

“Stay still…I told you I was going to fuck you…” I said softly and then pushed into her slowly, holding her hip with my left hand while I was guiding my strapon with the right.

“Ohhh…god…it’s…big….!” Miss Haven shuddered and I soon had enough of my dildo inside her that I could hold her firm warm hips with both hands as I pushed my fake penis inside her with a gentle thrust that made the woman groan.

“Tha…that’s too much…oh…god…slow…please…” She was moving, trying to pull away from my cock and I stopped pushing so she could relax.

“Does it hurt?” I asked her, feeling a little concerned. I didn’t think she was a virgin or anything, I mean she said she liked cocks, right?

“A…a little…it’s big…” Miss Haven was breathing hard. I had most of it in her anyway, about 7 inches, maybe more, and I guessed she was just really small down there. Or maybe she hadn’t had sex with a man in a long time or something.

“Okay…” I was breathing hard too. “How’s this?” I asked and I concentrated on just fucking her with about 6 inches of the dildo, going slow and being careful when it started getting deep.

“Yeahhh….oh yes….” Nurse Haven nodded and started moving her hips, just a little as it started feeling good for her. She liked it, but just couldn’t handle the whole thing. I guess nine inches is pretty good sized, even for a full grown woman like Miss Haven.

It was nice though, fucking her slowly and my clit was getting rubbed nice too. I sorta liked having some extra cushion between the base of my strapon and my clit and I wondered what I was gonna do when my period was over. But I didn’t wonder a whole lot, cause behind us all three of my friends were peeking around the door and I could hear them gasping and whispering excitedly.

Nurse Haven heard them too and she jerked her head up so quick I almost didn’t get it back down fast enough. I definitely didn’t want her to know who was there! I grabbed her by the hair, pushing her head down and accidentally pushing too hard with my hips. I jammed all nine inches inside her tight vagina with one hard push and she gasped loudly with the sudden pain, her whole body going stiff. I felt immediately sorry for that, but neither of us moved. I was afraid to really, so I just stayed like that for a moment while Nurse Haven made a long deep groaning sound and her whole body shook beneath me.

She was cumming, I slowly realized, Nurse Haven was having some deep tremendous orgasm around my cock and I almost giggled at the shock of it. I thought I’d really hurt her, and maybe I had, I wasn’t sure, but it must have been really good too. I wondered if I hadn’t reached all the way to her cervix or something, maybe found some supersensitive spot deep inside that even she didn’t know about. I just rubbed her back, feeling her muscles under my fingers flexing as she had a long spasm of pleasure.

This was probably a good time to get Matt in there, I thought, since Nurse Haven was pretty distracted anyway. I pulled my strapon out of her sex slowly and I was glad there wasn’t any blood or anything. I hadn’t really expected there to be, but I was pretty inexperienced with this sort of thing, you know? I moved around, getting between Nurse Haven and the wall and pulling her gaping mouth to my dildo.

“Suck it…clean my cock…” I told her softly, coaxing the woman to take the head of my strapon between her lips. It was wet with her cum and it was incredible watching her suck it slowly, struggling against the sensation of her slowly fading orgasm.

“Come in and fuck her now.” I said, not loudly, but not whispering either. Nurse Haven jerked slightly and tried to lift her mouth from my dildo, but I held her there with one hand in her hair and the other on the side of her beautiful face.

Matt wasted no time, which was a good thing, and he unzipped his pants, moving so he could rub his 6 inch cock across Miss Haven’s greasy slit. He swallowed hard and gave me a nervous smile as he pushed his cock inside her quickly, making Nurse Haven moan around the fake penis that was gagging her.

“I have three friends,” I told Miss Haven quietly, “and they’re all going to fuck you. You won’t know who they are and I’m not going to tell you, so every time you see a boy in the hallway, you’ll never know if he fucked you or not.”

Nurse Haven was shaking like a leaf and pushing her ass back to meet Matt’s rapidly thrusting cock. He was digging his fingers into her hips and grinning with his eyes closed and head tilted up, like he was thanking God or something. It was sort of funny and way cool watching my best friend have sex for the very first time.

“Keep sucking my cock…” I was whispering, “Harder…move your mouth…” I was feeling her head moving on the dildo, just little pushes against my clit, but the excitement alone was nearly enough to make me cum.

“Ah, man…” Matt whispered, “…I’m gonna cum!” It had only taken him 5 minutes or so and beneath me Miss Haven was cumming as well, shivering and pushing back as fast as she could, wanting everything Matt could give her and more. She had her mouth wide open, breathing around my dildo as spit ran from her open mouth.

Matt moaned and his face took on a look of almost painful pleasure as he held his cock as far in Miss Haven’s trembling cunt as he could get it, shooting his teen sperm inside her for a long time. He must have had a lot of cum, I thought, because his orgasm lasted about as long as he’d spent building up to it!

I held Nurse Haven’s head tight when Matt pulled out finally and John, who’d been arguing with Lance, took his place. Nurse Haven just groaned, shutting her eyes tightly and wobbling on weak legs. She was having one orgasm after another and I thought she’d collapse soon. John’s cock pushed into Nurse Haven easily, splitting the woman’s soft folds already soaked with Matt’s sperm, and he began fucking her with short quick strokes.

Matt was laughing, telling Lance how it had felt and how much cum he’d shot in ‘Nurse Heaven’s’ pussy. Lance was giggling and urging John to hurry up so he could fuck her too and none of that was lost on Miss Haven, who must have thought she was dreaming. Only in her wildest fantasies could she have imagined having sex with three 8th grade schoolboys in her office, and not even knowing who they were. She’d always wonder and feel that secret thrill of trying to guess which of the boys she saw everyday had cum inside her pussy.

I reached underneath Nurse Haven with my left hand, finding one of her breasts and squeezing it, pinching her nipple and giving it a twist. Miss Haven was barely hanging on now and she was slowly dropping down, finally kneeling on the floor and taking John with her as he kept trying to keep his cock inside of her. She was flushed and sweating and her breathing was ragged as she held my cock loosely in her mouth. Nurse Haven was on all fours, like a dog, getting fucked by 3 teenage boys and a girl in a bathroom, and she loved it.

“I…I…I’m…oh…crap!” John was thrusting hard and he moaned softly as his cock erupted inside Miss Haven’s soggy sex, adding his own thick load of boy cream to what was already inside the woman. He must have been saving his sperm up too, because he was cumming for several long minutes.

“Come on, dude!” Lance was saying and he already had his cock out, stroking it as John filled Miss Haven with his cum.

“Wait…wait…” John was gasping. “I…I’m still doing it!” And he giggled a little, exhilarated at losing his virginity.

“Two down.” I whispered to Miss Haven. “One to go!”

Lance was in her like a flash, ramming his slightly larger cock inside Nurse Haven like she wasn’t even there. But I doubted if she felt anything but pleasure from it, her pussy was soaked with cum, hers and my two friends, and Lance’s cock was making soft wet noises as he stroked in and out of her vagina.

“Oh…man…nooooo…” Lance was cumming after about a minute and his face was a funny mask of happy disappointment.

“Shouldn’ta been playin with it, dude!” Matt laughed.

“Lightweight!” John giggled.

Lance came for a few minutes while Nurse Haven rocked her hips and rubbed her ass against him, obviously hot for more than he’d given her. Her breathing was fast and she made soft noises of pleasure, but that was all. Miss Haven was definitely quiet when she was having sex, at least with boys.

“I’m still hard…” Lance said, breathing hard. “Can I do it again?”

“Yeah, she wants it.” I grinned and so did I. Lance deserved a good long fuck and so did Nurse Haven, who was moaning and mouthing my dildo so it rubbed my clit nicely.

Lance started fucking her again a minute later, holding her by the hips as he knelt behind Miss Haven, and thrusting his cock inside her wildly. It must have been just what the woman wanted too, cause she was fucking him back eagerly, panting and bobbing her head up and down on my dick while I held her head and played with her swaying tits.

“Uhhh yeah…here it cums again…” Lance grinned 5 minutes later, feeling much more relaxed since he’d already cum once already. He held Nurse Haven tight and pushed his cock into her as far as he could, groaning and shooting his teen sperm deep inside her well used sex. 

“I wanna go again too!” Matt was saying and he and John both had their cocks out, but I was shaking my head.

“You guys gotta go, there’s no time.” I whispered loudly.

Lance was pulling his cock out finally and I could see it dark and shiny with juices.

“But…” John tried to say something.

“No, get out now! And lock the door behind you!” I prayed they’d do what I told them to and much to my surprise and relief, they did.

Miss Haven’s body was trembling and I held her until my friends were gone and then I lifted her face and kissed her softly on the lips. Her eyes were glazed and her tongue was hanging over her bottom lip. Nurse Haven had been cumming practically non-stop for 20 minutes or so, maybe longer, and she looked like she was exhausted. I let her go, kissing her shoulders and along her back, watching as she just lowered her cheek on crossed arms, laying on the floor with her ass in the air.

I kissed my way down her body until I was behind her and I pushed her legs wider, exposing her cunt more completely and I could see it gaping slightly, wet and soaked with whitish sperm that leaked out of her, running down her thighs and even dripping onto the floor. My friends must have shot a lot of cum inside her; four big loads of creamy spunk that overfilled Miss Haven’s tender vagina completely. Her labia were swollen and pulled down, so they hung there between her legs and her small inner lips were pink and raw beneath the spermy glaze that covered them.

It was so inviting that I couldn’t resist and I kissed her pussy tenderly, licking at the woman with my tongue and tasting the combined juices of Miss Haven and my 3 best friends. I was getting a serious rush, knowing that I was eating their sperm, and they’d never even suspect it! That was the best part. I’d thought so many times about having sex with them and now I was, in a way, and they wouldn’t act silly about it. They wouldn’t want me to do more and get jealous or anything like that. This was perfect.

Miss Haven moaned and rocked her hips slightly as I pulled her pussy open even further with my fingers, pressing my open mouth to her sex and exploring the salty gooey confines of her pussy. It seemed like a river of sperm and girl juice was pouring across my tongue and filling my mouth and I was drinking it eagerly, thirsting for more. I stabbed my tongue inside her, feeling Nurse Haven’s soft walls spasming around me. She was cumming again, her body wracked with small jerks and sudden contractions of pleasure.

Her cunt tasted so good, filled with spunk and her cum. I pushed a finger inside, twisting it around, curling it and digging for more. I wanted to clean her out completely and the bell was ringing as I realized that I’d completely lost track of everything else. I had forgotten where we were, all I knew was that I was eating all that good sex that I’d arranged for my friends, swallowing the musky sweet and sour pleasure of Nurse Haven. She’d never forget this day and probably relive it every night in her bed, I thought. It was like a dream come true for all of us.

But I had to go! My face was soaked with spit and sperm and Nurse Haven’s juices and I washed my face quickly. I undid my pants too, taking off my strapon and leaving it there, telling Miss Haven I’d get it from her at practice, although how she was gonna get it to the locker room I hadn’t thought about at all. That was gonna be her problem.

“Don’t be late for practice.” I told her, kissing her lips and coaxing a weak smile from her lovely mouth. “You have to be there, okay?”

Nurse Haven nodded, smiling and giving a soft sigh as I left her there in her bathroom, lying on the floor still leaking cum from three boys she’d never even seen.

“Shhh…Shhh…” There was a lot of shushing and giggling when I walked into the girl’s bathroom right before lunch. I didn’t have much choice, my pad was soaked and I’d been sitting on it for an hour since I’d left Nurse Haven.

The usual crowd was in there, meaning Theresa, Wendy, and Angie, doubtless talking about me since they had no lives of their own. I pushed past them and went into a stall, hanging my little backpack on the hook behind the door and digging through it for my extra pad.

“…No, she was fingering her!” Wendy was whispering.

“Right in front of everybody?” Angie’s squeaky voice gasped.

“Yeah.” Wendy said. “But after that…”

“What?” Theresa asked, and she wasn’t whispering at all.

“She made the other girl lick her fingers!” And all three girls squealed with shocked laughter.

“No way.” Theresa said a moment later.

“Yeah, I swear, my brother was there! He saw everything!”

More giggles and more laughs and I concentrated on getting my new pad in my briefs and I just tossed my old one in the toilet, flushing it without really caring that it was probably gonna clog the pipes. I fixed my clothes and opened the door and the three girls were immediately quiet, but looking at each other with smirking faces. I started washing my hands quickly, feeling my face turn a little red, but I was sort of used to them anyway. I’d known them for a long time, especially Wendy, ever since kindergarten, and if she’d been a boy I’d have beat her up a thousand times probably.

“Come on, let’s go eat.” Wendy said and Theresa followed her out.

Angie Wong, the little Chinese girl, was moving too, but slowly and I could see her in the corner of my eye, looking at me. I washed my hands slower, just cause I really wanted her to leave too and give them some time to get ahead of me in the lunch line.

“Hey um…” Angie looked around and walked up to me, moving quickly like she didn’t have a lot of time. “Are you really uh, gay?” She asked and I wondered for a second if she was joking.

“I guess.” I shrugged. “Why don’t you ask Wendy?” I turned off the water and moved past her to dry my hands.

“I’m gay too.” She whispered, even though we were totally alone in bathroom and the hand dryer was making a lot of noise.

I looked at her, but she was already turning and almost running out of the bathroom. She wasn’t the first girl to make a confession like that to me. She was the fourth over the last 2 years or so. The first time was a girl who was in high school and I was so naïve then I didn’t know what she was talking about. She’d wanted to take me for a ride on the Ferris wheel during the county fair, but when she told me she was like me, I was just confused. She didn’t look like a boy at all. 

Another girl had been dating Steve and I hadn’t known her at all, so when she told me it was okay to be a lesbian it sort of freaked me out. That was the first time I really began to understand what other people thought of me, before then I’d just assumed I was pretty normal and people just thought I was…normal. Whatever that girl had wanted to do, comfort me, or give me moral support, or just hit on me, I avoided her like the plague after that. I was pretty glad when Steve dumped her like 3 days later for not going down.

“Down where?” I’d asked him, because I was sort of eavesdropping on him and Scott.

“Down to Happyville…Get out of here, before I tan your butt.” Steve had been teasing me, but it was obvious he was lying to me too. There wasn’t no Happyville around where we lived.

The third girl, as long as I’m talking about ‘em, was another eighth grader, like me and Angie, except we were just ending seventh grade when she told me. Her name was Pamela and she was sort of ugly and I mean that the way some people are sorta ugly when you’re just 12 or 13 years old, which means they ain’t really ugly at all. She took a lot of abuse from girls like Wendy and Theresa, who had the right shoes, or haircut or whatever they thought was important. I just pretty much ignored her, like all the other guys, and that might have been why she was a lesbian, I don’t know. I mean she couldn’t get a boyfriend, so maybe she thought a girlfriend would be a good substitute. 

Pamela confessed to me with a lot of anonymous love notes first, but I knew it was a girl writing them anyway and after a week she finally told me, catching me in the bathroom much like Angie had just done. I’d like to say I was nice and let her down easy, but I was pretty much pissed about the whole thing. I definitely wasn’t a lesbian at that time and I didn’t think I ever would be. So I was pretty cold, but I kept Pamela’s secret too. I didn’t hate her or anything and after I cooled down and thought about it I just sort of felt bad for her. But not bad enough so I ever said anything to her, I just ignored her like I did 90 percent of all the girls at my school.

Angie surprised me though, well of course she did, but not just cause she was one of Wendy’s friends and spent most of her time gossiping about me, or whoever else they didn’t like very much. She surprised me cause of the way she looked at me when she’d said it. Like Angie was desperate to tell me, I can’t explain it really. I don’t think she wanted me to go out with her or anything, in fact I don’t think she even wanted to talk about it at all. I got the impression it was something that was bottled up inside, you know? And if she didn’t express it to someone, even just that little bit, it was gonna eat away at her.

I knew that feeling.

So, I walked out of the bathroom knowing two things. That everyone in the world knew I’d had a good time with Jane at Darryl’s party; and that Angie Wong was gay in her heart of hearts. I figured I’d ignore both of those things until I didn’t have a choice but to deal with them. Angie could be gay all she wanted, so long as she didn’t try and steal one of my girlfriends. And as far as everybody knowing me and Jane were queer for each other? So what? She was hot as heck anyway; all my friends thought it was pretty cool.

“That was so cool, dude!” Lance was grinning, and he wasn’t talking about Jane. He was talking about Nurse Haven and that wasn’t cool at all.

“You better shut up, Lance.” I told him and I looked around at Matt and John too.

“Yeah, yeah…but it was still cool though.” He grinned.

“Hit him for me.” I told Matt and Matt happily slugged Lance in the arm. “Thanks.”

“Owww…man!” Lance rubbed his arms and looked at me and Matt, but at least he shut up.

“What was cool?” Steve asked and he was sitting down next to me.

“Nothing was cool.” I must have looked pretty serious cause he blinked at me and looked hurt, even though I hadn’t hit him or anything.

“Okay.” He was eating my lima beans. And John’s too. We’d never met anybody before who liked lima beans, but Steve did.

I drew a map to my house for Steve after we were done eating. He said his dad would give him a ride and that was cool. He said his dad liked cars so he wanted to see our place anyway, cause he’d heard a lot about it.

I spent the rest of lunch mostly babysitting Lance, cause he tended to talk about stuff he shouldn’t way too much. But he got the point, I hoped, after Matt hit him a couple more times. Steve wanted to talk to me, and he tried, but he was a tad self-conscious I think with my three best friends sitting right there with us and Matt kept him busy anyway, answering questions about his sister, Carol.

“You’re going to Ann’s house?” Matt was asking Steve.

“He’s gonna help me paint a car.” I told the guys.

“How come you never asked me to help you paint?” Matt was frowning a little, maybe thinking this Steve guy really was my new boyfriend.

“Cause I seen you in art class.” I laughed.

“What ya gonna paint?” John asked.

“Is your sister coming along?” Matt looked at Steve.

“An old Cougar.” I told John and glanced at Matt. “You oughta just go talk to that girl. She’s right over there.”

“I don’t know.” Steve shrugged. “She might I guess, maybe come along so she can see her boyfriend.”

“Dude!” Lance winced a little in sympathy for Matt.

“She ever say anything about me?” Matt was leaning over the table, closer to Steve.

“Uh, nope.” Steve shook his head and we all sort of teased Matt with dramatic sighs until he got sorta pissed.

And that’s mostly the way lunch went and it shoulda been cool, but I was sort of in a bad mood for some reason. I just wasn’t feeling really great and I wished my period would get over with. I was hoping it was gonna be a short one and maybe by the next morning it would be done with, but probably not, I thought.

I was feeling better by the time school was over though. Mostly cause I’d spent seventh period in shop class with The Boz, who was laughing while we worked on his girlfriend’s VW. Tuesday’s I was supposed to be working on my car, except I didn’t have a car, so usually I just hooked up with whoever was having the most problems, or else I worked on the class project, that low rider ’56 we were building. But that Tuesday I wanted to take it easy and The Boz was the takin it easiest guy I knew.

“He thought SAE was a country, eh?” His chubby face was grinning. “So, um, what’s SAE stand for anyway?”

“Nevermind.” I shook my head. Mechanic humor was wasted on ordinary people. “Are you sure she wants these headers on this car?” I was looking at a big boxy set of Hollywoods that weren’t intended for anything but an American car, preferably a Ford, in my expert opinion.

“That’s what the guy at the AutoDepot told her.” The Boz shrugged and drank his Diet-Pepsi. I didn’t know why he drank diet soda, he was like 300 pounds anyway and he ate every fat food you can think of.

“You sent your girlfriend to buy parts?” I rolled my eyes.

“It was her checkbook.” The Boz shrugged.

“Do you even know what headers are?” I looked at him.

“Um, they uh suck the air and um blow…”

“It’s a freakin exhaust manifold, man, and this freakin exhaust manifold…” I kicked the box. “…is not gonna work on this thing.” I kicked the car too, just for good measure.

“It ain’t a Thing.” The Boz said seriously. “It’s a Rabbit, man. The VW Thing looks totally different.”

“Awww Jesus!” I laughed at him. “Why you drink that diet soda stuff for anyway?” I asked, just cause I had to know.

“It tastes good.” He shrugged. “Now um, how do we get those headers on there?”

“Let me think about it for awhile.” I sighed. I was really gonna be glad when my period was over. “Gimme some of that soda.” Maybe it did taste good.

“What’s the matter?” David was walking by and he saw me sitting there like I was that statue of the thinking guy. The Boz was playing with the radio, trying to tell me how lucky I was to have a hot girlfriend like Jane. 

“…she’s so hot she should live in Afruca, dude…She’s so hot the sun gets pissed…she’s so freakin hot my dick hurts every time I see the letter J…sh’e so hot that…”

“We still got that 440 you and Mark ganked out of Sherry’s Challenger?” I asked him, not really being serious, but I needed some cheering up.

“Yeah, we still got it.” David shrugged. “Why? You want it for something?”

“…eat the peanuts out of her shit…she’s so hot that…”

“Shut up already!” Mark finally told The Boz.

“I’ve been listening to that for 20 minutes.” I sighed. “Anyways, think we could cram it into this Rabbit?” I jerked my head at the VW.

“What? That 440?” David laughed hard at that. “Yeah, but it won’t be a Rabbit anymore and you’d have a lot of welding to do, bro.”

I was laughing too. “Yeah, but think how cool it would be. I’d call that badboy a Jackrabbit.”

“That’d be wicked.” David was nodding. “But it would be a lot easier to find a real car to put it in. This thing…”

“It ain’t a Thing!” The Boz growled and we ignored him.

“…give it up, dude. It’s a fuckin Volkswagen.”

“She bought headers for it.” I sorta waved at the box.

“Who?” David bent down, flipping open the box.

“The Bozette.” I giggled.

“Hey! You keep talkin like that and I won’t let you fix her car no more.” The Boz chuckled.

“She bought these?” David laughed again. I was so glad I could bring so much happiness into my brother’s life.

“The Boz wants me to figure out a way to install them.” I sighed. “Won’t take no for an answer, will ya?”

“Nope.” The Boz shrugged. “Jane Hudson is so hot I’d trade my girlfriend and her whole freakin family just for one of her fingers...” 

“Tack weld.” David looked at me.

“Hmmm…” That was sort of a good idea. I hopped off the stool I was on and went around to look at the Rabbit’s little motor. There was a little bit of room right at the back, which was really the front. “Right here?” I pointed. “It’ll stick up some.”

“Yeah. Just tack it on sideways.” We glanced at The Boz who had gotten up to see what we were talking about.

“I’m gonna put that header right here.” I told him. “I’ll weld it, since it’s a VW and all.”

“They use metric bolts.” David explained. “The Hollywoods use English.”

The Boz looked at the spot we’d picked out and nodded. “Okay.”

And me and David totally lost it then. I couldn’t do that to him, welding a manifold to his girlfriend’s motor so it just sat there taking up room. Somewhere, someday, somebody would ask her why the hell a set of headers was mounted upside down and sideways on completely the wrong engine and that was bound to be bad for everyone involved.

“Take it back, man.” David slapped The Boz on the shoulder. “Get a refund and don’t let her buy anything but French fries from now on.”

“Serious?” The Boz looked at us. “It ain’t gonna work?”

“Serious, dude.” I told him sympathetically. “It ain’t.”

He just nodded. “Okay…Jane is so hot that I’d lose weight for her, dude. Like 10 pounds maybe. My ma was telling me about this bacon diet she read about…” 

Yep, at least The Boz knew how to take it easy and I figured I could probably learn something from that.

Miss Haven, now Coach Haven, was in the locker room when I walked in, just as I’d told her to be. She looked good too, like she always did anyway, wearing sort of a blue leotard with a pair of tight white shorts over the bottom. I remembered the first time I’d seen her and how I thought she just needed to work out a little to be really hot, boy had I been wrong! I’d seen her naked and been a little shocked to realize that she was hiding a seriously hard body under her clothes. I could see it now, plain as day, even with her dressed and I knew Steve would notice too. I just hoped she’d like him.

“I uh…I brought you this…” Miss Haven blushed as she unrolled a towel and handed me my strapon dildo. She must have felt pretty nervous walking down the school hallways with it, I thought.

I stashed it in my locker, pushing it inside my backpack. I felt awkward, like I always did with Miss Haven when we weren’t having sex. I mean I didn’t really know her at all. I didn’t even know her first name and I had no idea what to say to her or how to say it. It would seem silly to talk about the weather or something, and even though we’d been really intimate, asking personal questions struck me as almost embarrassing, at least for me, and probably for her too. I didn’t understand it at all and I thought maybe it was just that I was a student, you know? I mean I’d spent 8 years listening to my teachers, obeying their rules, and regarding them as things, really, not people at all.

I didn’t have that problem with Coach though, did I? And I sort of mulled all this over while I dressed out for practice, Miss Haven sitting on the bench, watching me nervously, but she was excited too. Coach was in charge, I figured, and that was the difference. Miss Haven was definitely not in charge, and that was the problem. I was supposed to be like the teacher for her, sort of, and I knew she was sitting there wanting me to tell her something. To touch her, or invite her to touch me. Miss Haven was a total submissive.

That thought sort of stayed in my head, cause it was important. I guess I’d known that, but just never thought about it before. Jane was submissive, but she liked to play with her role and it felt more like a partnership, more fun than serious, although what she felt and how she acted was very important to her. And I was very submissive to Coach, but I wasn’t afraid of him, and so that felt like a partnership too. But Miss Haven, she needed to be taken completely and it might have been a partnership, but I had a hard time seeing it. She just didn’t seem to be helping me, and I need all the help I could get.

Miss Haven had been a little aggressive before, just enough to get us together, and then she’d let whatever control she might have had slip away. It was almost gone completely now and I wondered if Miss Haven would become submissive every time we were alone. Obviously she had to act normal when someone else was around, didn’t she? I hoped so anyway, or we were gonna be in a lot of trouble. But I was slowly beginning to realize that normal, for Miss Haven, was the way she was acting in that locker room, alone with me. Sitting there quietly, watching me and waiting and almost desperate to demonstrate her love, or devotion, or obedience, or something. It was confusing as heck because I didn’t know what to do with her!

“What’s your first name?” I asked her finally, not really turning around because I was pulling up my jock strap over my briefs, which seemed stupid as heck, but I needed to wear my pad and Coach needed me to wear my cup.

“Elizabeth.” Miss Haven replied softly. “Uh, Lisa.” She smiled, just a little one, and I thought it sounded like she was trying out a new name. As if she’d always been Elizabeth, but she wanted to be Lisa with me. Why is it that nothing is ever simple with girls, I wondered?

“Lisa is nice.” I smiled too, turning my head to look at her. “You’re not afraid of me, are you?”

“No.” She told me. “I’m uh, nervous, that’s all.”

“Why?” I was pulling on my football pants, and I turned around, topless so she could see my new rings.

“I don’t know.” Miss Haven stared at my tits for a long moment and then looked quickly away, blushing a little. “I want you to like me.”

“I do like you.” I said. “I’m just…confused. I don’t know what you want.” I was feeling frustrated because what I was saying wasn’t exactly what I wanted to say.

“I know.” Miss Haven nodded quickly. “I…it’s hard for me too. I know what I want, sometimes, but I can’t…” She pursed her lips and sighed. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry.” I frowned, realizing she was just as frustrated as I was, probably even more.

“I’ve never done this…” She was rubbing her hands along her smooth thighs nervously.

“You mean with a student?” I asked, trying to figure out what she meant.

“I mean uh…this, um, being myself. Being…” Her hands fluttered a little.

“Submissive?” I offered, thinking I couldn’t really imagine her any other way now.

“Yes.” She nodded, smiling and lowering her eyes a little. “I was always afraid and um, I acted different in high school and college. I was independent and strong so I could hide it.” Miss Haven’s voice was stronger and she seemed eager to talk about this, maybe telling someone else for the first time in her life. “I didn’t um, I didn’t date very much, or anything.”

“That’s why you work out?” I asked, pulling on an old t-shirt and reaching for my pads and jersey.

“Yeah.” Miss Haven nodded. “That and um, well, I like the way it feels…the way I uh, look.” She blushed, just a little, but she had a right to be proud of herself.

“I like it too.” I giggled softly as she really blushed then, looking down with a shy smile. I’d really meant I liked working out for the same reasons, but if she wanted to think I was talking about liking her body, well, that was true.

“I didn’t plan on this.” Miss Haven told me. “You and I together, like this. It just happened. I can’t hide who I am when you, uh…when you look at me.” She swallowed nervously. “Like that.”

Miss Haven was looking up at me and I’d finished dressing, and I just stood in front of her, looking like a teenage boy with a too pretty face. She was so beautiful right then, so vulnerable and sweet, like she was the child and I was the adult. I found myself wishing I was older, more experienced, so that I’d know what I was doing instead of just fumbling around like I was blind all the time.

“Like what?” I asked softly.

“Like um…” She was breathing fast. “Like you want me.” 

“I do want you.” I sighed, and it was the truth. I wanted to touch her so bad and knowing that I could, that I could do whatever I wanted with her…I felt a little dizzy and my blood was running hot.

We could hear all the guys talking and playing around as they left the boys locker room across the hall. It was time for us to go outside and that made us both a little sad, I thought.

“I’m going to call you Lisa.” I told her. “All the time, even if Coach gets mad at me. If he does, you tell him it’s okay. Even in the hallways, in front of the principal and everybody, I’m going to call you Lisa, understand me?”

“Yes.” Miss Haven breathed.

“You’re going to call me Miss Russet. All the time, wherever we are, or whoever’s around, it doesn’t matter. At school or in the grocery store, I don’t care; you’ll call me Miss Russet. Do you understand that?”

“I understand.” She was squeezing her thighs now and the tip of Miss Haven’s wet pink tongue played on her top lip. “Miss Russet.”

It was sort of a spur of the moment thing, telling her all that, inventing a new game to demonstrate our roles. It would be like telling everyone at school what was going on between us, but still keeping it a secret too, or at least deniable. I hoped. Or it could be that like all my great plans, I was just flying by the seat of my pants and hoping that my guardian angel would keep an extra sharp eye out for trouble. Cause I didn’t have any idea where any of this was going beyond the here and now.

But Miss Haven liked it too, that was obvious from the way she moved, the way she breathed and smiled and blushed. So even if it wasn’t a good idea, I didn’t think it was a really bad one either. I wasn’t too sure about being called ‘Miss’ though, but it sounded better than ‘Mister’ I thought; Mister Russet was my dad.

Out on the football field I made it a point to call Miss Haven by her first name, Lisa, every chance I had and it was giving us both a thrill. The other guys on the team didn’t know if they should laugh about it, tease me, or start calling her Lisa as well. The first time Coach heard me do it he was in my face quick.

“What the hell you say, boy?” He put his hands on his hips. “Did you say Lisa? That’s Coach Haven to you, Russet, and all the rest of you cookie crunchers. This ain’t a social club, this is football, understand me?” He was looking around at everyone, but mostly at me.

“Coach…” Miss Haven was saying, before I had a chance to reply. “I told Miss Russet to call me Lisa.”

Her voice wasn’t weak at all neither and I guessed all those years of pretending she was tough payed off. She looked Coach right in the eye, not even flinching, although her cheeks did take some noticeable color.

“Miss Russet?” Coach stared at her for a second and then a little smile played on his lips, not for long, just enough so I knew he’d figured out whom the woman was that we’d talked about the other morning.

“If the heaven’s parted and Vince Lombardi hisself came down and told me how to run my football team, I’d have his ass for a shoe shine kit.” Coach growled, but then he softened with a chuckle. “But I reckon a good coach needs a certain relationship with her special player, don’t she Coach Haven?”

“Yes she does.” Miss Haven nodded and she and Coach came to silent agreement. “I’m glad we understand each other.”

Coach gave her a nod and glanced at me, giving me a little grin before clapping his hands. “Alright, let’s get back to football. Offense, let’s go!”

“Well ain’t you little miss special.” Brian Hades muttered as we huddled up.

“Shut up.” I shook my head. We hadn’t said hardly anything to each other since I’d hit him in the nose, but now I guess he’d decided it was time to start. I wished he would just learn his lesson and be quiet, but he wasn’t gonna do that. He didn’t like being knocked down, especially by a girl. I knew there was trouble coming.

Steve got there right on time, so far as I could tell. It had to be close anyway since we took a 5 minute break halfway through practice and that was around five o’clock.

“Hey there.” He was walking up behind the sidelines where we were all getting water.

“Hey Steve.” I smiled and looked around for Miss Haven.

“Coach.” My brother nodded as Coach walked over. He didn’t usually like family or friends watching practice and he’d pretty much run off all the really gung-ho football moms and dads the first couple days. But he seemed happy to see my brother, probably cause he knew all us Russet boys were football players.

“Which one are you?” Coach held out his hand so they could shake.

“Steve Russet, sir.”

“Right, saw you play in the State Finals bout 5 years ago.” Coach was nodding. “You looked good, figured some college woulda snapped you up.”

“They tried.” Steve grinned. “But life gets in the way sometimes.”

“She does at that.” Coach agreed. “How’s Scott doin’?”

“Still the same.” Steve chuckled and if I didn’t know better it sounded like there was some other meaning in there, but maybe not.

“Hey, come on over here, I want you to meet my other coach.” I grabbed Steve by the sleeve and he gave Coach an apologetic look.

Miss Haven was standing near the end of the benches, probably wondering what was going on as I pulled my brother along. She put a smile on her face though and crossed her arms over breasts, a little defensively maybe.

“Steve, this is Lisa, she’s the assistant coach.” I smiled as his eyes widened a little and I looked to Miss Haven. “This is my oldest brother, Steve.”

“How do you do?” Miss Haven offered her hand and Steve took it gently. She was smiling nervously and gave my brother a look, just a quick one, like most girls do when they first see him. He is a very good looking man.

“I’m fine; it’s nice to meet you.” Steve told her and I could tell he thought it was very nice. 

It had cooled off in the last hour and Miss Haven had to be feeling the chill, considering all she was wearing was her leotard and shorts. I could see little goosebumps on her arms and shoulders and her nipples were hard, poking noticeably against the tight spandex covering them. 

“I haven’t noticed you around before; do you live here in town?” My brother asked, letting go of her hand slowly.

“Yeah, I’m sort of living with Mrs. Borders, renting her upstairs.” Miss Haven shrugged. “It’s not bad.”

“Oh, sure. I heard she had a new guest, okay.” Steve nodded. “Probably nice for her having some company too.” 

Mrs. Borders was old and she had a big house a little ways outside of town. She ran a little bed and breakfast out of it, but there wasn’t a whole lot of business to be had except in the summer when college kids backpacked through sometimes.

“Yeah.” Miss Haven smiled and brushed back a bit of long blonde hair that had fallen loose into her eyes. “I’ve only been in town about a month, so…”

“Where are you from?”

“I’m originally from Klameth Falls.”

“Down in Oregon?”

Miss Haven nodded. “Yeah, then college in Portland and now…Here I am.”

“A long ways from Portland.” Steve smiled.

“I needed a job.” Miss Haven looked down a little. “I like small towns anyway.”

“Hey, I gotta get back to practice.” I said, since Coach was yelling at me. “I’ll see you guys later.”

“Kay, sis.” Steve gave me a smile, but his attention was definitely on Miss Haven.

“I should probably, um…” Miss Haven was saying.

“Nah, just keep my brother company. Coach can handle it.” I told her, strapping on my helmet.

“Uh, okay. I guess I can do that.” She smiled a little shyly, I thought, but she didn’t seem to mind talking to my brother all that much. They looked good together.

Steve wasn’t gonna make his date with Stephanie, I was sure of that. I tried to keep an eye on them as we ran through our drills and it wasn’t long before Steve had his jacket over Miss Haven’s shoulders and they were sitting close on the bleachers a short distance from the field.

“I guess your brother likes Coach Haven.” Matt was saying as we took a little breather.

“Who wouldn’t?” Matt grinned, “She’s hot, man.”

“And we did her!” Lance whispered with a giggle.

“Yeah!” Matt was laughing too and I slapped Matt’s helmet hard so it bounced into Lance’s helmet with a sharp plastic thud.

“Owww…hey…”

“You guys better just shut up.” I warned them, even though nobody could have heard them.

“Yeah, yeah…” Lance rolled his eyes.

After running five laps to end practice, I huffed my way over to where my brother was still sitting with Miss Haven.

“I thought you had that thing.” I grinned at him. “At six?”

“Uh, nah…” Steve looked at me and shrugged. “…it isn’t important.”

“Oh, I don’t want to keep you from anything.” Miss Haven looked apologetic.

“You’re not.” My brother said softly. “Except dinner…Would you like to join me? We could go to the Earl’s Diner…”

“Earl’s?” I shook my head. “You guys should check out that Mexican restaurant in Beaverton, it’s really good.” I smiled at Miss Haven, “Get the taco salad, you’ll love it.”

“Uh, well…” Miss Haven was looking at me.

“Mexican sounds good to me. Do you want to do that, Lisa?” Steve asked her.

“Yeah, she does.” I giggled. “Just give her a minute to get ready.” I reached over and took Miss Haven by the hand. “Be right back.” I smiled at my brother.

Miss Haven was laughing nervously as I pulled her away from my brother, a little embarrassed I think, but she was definitely going out to dinner. If it didn’t work out, well, that was one thing, but I was gonna make sure she gave my brother a real chance too.

“My brother’s nice, isn’t he?” I asked her as we walked to the locker room.

“Uh, yeah…” Miss Haven was unlocking the doors and we stepped inside. “But I’m not sure…I mean, he’s your brother and…”

She was slipping back into being submissive, lowering her eyes and looking like she was ready to kneel at my feet as soon as the door had clicked shut behind us.

“You don’t have to worry about that.” I told her, really hoping she’d just want to do it, not make me try and force her or something. “Just go out with him, have some fun, okay?”

“He doesn’t um, know about us…does he?” Miss Haven asked slowly.

“No, not yet.” I gave her a little smile. “You can tell him if you want. We don’t have a lot of secrets.”

“W-What? Oh, no….that wouldn’t be, uh…” She was red faced and looking down at her feet and I almost laughed, knowing she’d find the idea both terrifying and exciting.

“You better get ready, he’s waiting.” I told her, reaching under my pads to unhook them.

“Yes.” She nodded, like she was waking up and even laughed a little. “I’ll uh, get ready.” 

I imagine it was sort of strange for her, going out for dinner with my brother. She couldn’t have expected it and probably worried over what I thought of the situation. I’d certainly tried hard enough to show her I wasn’t going to be jealous or anything, though, so what did she have to lose? It was plain that Steve liked her and she seemed to like him, so…

I watched as she undressed quickly and I couldn’t help but feel a little excited as I got another good long look at her body. She tugged her way into some tight, well-worn and faded jeans, that really hugged her heart shaped ass perfectly, and a black chambray shirt over her unfettered breasts; she’s decided against wearing a bra and with her body she didn’t need one anyway. Some open toed sandals and a light doeskin jacket that looked rather nice and comfortable, completed the simple country girl look. She brushed her hair out and I suggested she just leave it loose, falling straight and golden blonde, down around her shoulders.

“You look great.” I told her, standing pretty much naked and grabbing my soap and shampoo for the shower.

“Do you think so?” She looked down at herself as if doubting me and I wondered how anyone could look like her and not know how incredibly attractive she was.

“Yeah.” I nodded. “My brother’s gonna spill in his pants when he sees you.”

“Oh God!” She gasped and then laughed softly, blushing again and I briefly wondered who would win in a blushing contest, Julie or Miss Haven.

I shooed her out of the locker room quickly, since the one minute I’d promised my brother had turned into more like 15 minutes. But he’d wait, I knew, and not complain a bit when he saw her.

I was in the shower by myself; all alone in a huge tiled room with about 12 shower heads, just starting to get wet when I heard the unmistakable sound of the door opening and closing.

“What did you forget?” I called out, thinking it must be Miss Haven. 

I didn’t hear anything else though, so I started washing my body, feeling really good under that hot spray. The tiles were cold and it made for a lot of steam too, which was cool. “…so don’t you, forget about me…no,no,no, don’t…don’t you, forget about me…when you walk on by…when you walk on by…” I was singing that old song from the Breakfast Club movie, which I liked a lot and tended to sing in the shower.

My eyes were closed, cause I tended to do that too, especially when I was washing my pussy. I don’t know why, maybe cause I didn’t really want to see what I was doing, even by accident. But did you ever get that feeling like you were being watched? I did sometimes, but there was never anyone there, no matter how quickly I turned around. So I didn’t really expect anyone to be there this time either, but there was.

Brian Hades and three other boys, his friends I guess, but none of them were on the football team and I knew them all anyway. Sam Weatherly, Dale Knutson, and George Jackson, all older than me and Brian, like 16 probably, and in high school. But I guess since Brian was so big it was natural he’d gravitate towards friends his size, but he could have done better for himself, in my opinion. Those three guys were all ugly and stupid, but that made Brian the undisputed leader too, so I guess it made sense sorta.

“What do you want?” I asked, not really frightened. I didn’t know Brian very well, but I knew the others and they knew me, and my family, so they weren’t gonna do anything stupid that might get them killed, or at least shoved halfway up a cow’s butt.

If they were expecting me to cover myself up and scream and throw a fit, they were disappointed and it showed a little on their faces. They hadn’t expected me to just stand there naked with shampoo in my hair, bubbles running down my wet glistening body, and ask them what they were up to. But I’d grown up with 7 boys in my house and being naked in front of a guy, even those four guys, didn’t bother me a whole lot. Besides, I was a guy anyway, I just didn’t have a dick, but they were too dumb to know that.

“You got me in a lot of trouble when you said I touched you.” Brian told me, staring at my body and licking his lips. He was trying to sound tough for his friends, but the truth was that he was just 14 like me, and probably a lot less experienced.

“What do you mean?” I asked, going back to washing my hair. The best way to deal with idiots is to ignore them.

“My mom thinks I’m a rapist or something. I had to see a shrink.” Brian sounded sort of mad and I glanced at him.

“I didn’t mean to do that.” I said. “I’m sorry.” I really meant it too, but I wasn’t sure he believed me.

“Sorry?” Brian shook his head. “That don’t help me.”

“So what am I supposed to do?” I asked, trying to sound reasonable. “You shouldn’t have said what you said, it made me mad.”

“I was just teasing you.” He protested and I knew that was true.

“Why don’t you tell your buds to leave, we’ll talk about it, okay?” They were rubbing their cocks through their pants and I had no idea what they really wanted, but it was starting to make me a little nervous.

“Why? We’re not gonna hurt you.” Dale said, grinning.

“Yeah we just wanna look at what all the fuss is about.” Sam agreed. “You ever seen a dick this big?” He was pulling his penis out and it was hard and maybe seven inches long, which is nice sized, and I shook my head.

“Nope…” I replied and he grinned. “…you’re definitely the biggest dick I ever saw, Weatherly.”

Brian laughed at that and so did the other two guys, but Sam didn’t think it was very funny.

“I promised them a look.” Brian told me, “You owe me for what you said.”

“I owe you maybe, I don’t owe them crap. They got their look, now get em out, okay?” 

I was a little annoyed, but not really pissed. I’d been feeling bad about hitting Brian and telling the principal that he’d touched me, and I figured Brian would try to get even. He couldn’t really hit me though, since I was a girl; that would have broken the rules, even though they were unwritten. Plus it would have pissed off my brothers, and he didn’t need that. Brian was probably taking a big enough chance as it was. I mean I could have told Coach, if no one else, and Brian would have been kicked off the team, probably, and suspended from school, and had to go see that shrink again, since peeping on a girl in the shower had to be some sort of sex crime.

So I figured either Brian was really dumb, which I didn’t think he was. Or, he had a lot of guts, which he might have. Or, more likely, he might have thought he was gonna be able to talk me out of telling anybody, which was possible, if he felt the same way about me as I did about him. The problem was that I didn’t know how I felt about him. Sometimes I thought I loved him, a lot, and I’d lie in bed at night just thinking about his face. Other times I really hated him, like he was so immature, just a spoiled kid, you know? He was always bullying people around and I’ve always hated those kinds of people.

“Alright you guys, get out of here.” Brian told them, maybe thinking he didn’t want to get me mad, since I was taking this all pretty well so far.

“But you said…” George started and Brian cut him off.

“Never mind what I said. You got your look, now get out. Go wait in the car or something.”

“You still driving that crappy Maverick?” I asked Sam and he shrugged. “Should bring it around shop class sometime, maybe I’ll take a look at it for ya.”

“Really?” He looked at me and a glimmer of hope crossed his pasty acne covered face. “You’ll help me fix it?

“Nope.” I said. “But I’ll look at it and laugh.”

“Bitch.” He muttered and gave me the finger, but finally Sam and the others left the shower, each of them taking a long last look at me as I rubbed my tits, just for them. 

I wouldn’t help those guys for a million dollars, and neither would my brothers. Sam was the only one who had a car that worked and that was just barely. Not cause they were ugly, I mean The Boz was ugly and I liked him a lot; or because they were stupid. Stupid people need more help than anybody, and we were all stupid sometimes. But they were assholes, and while everybody was an ass from time to time, you had to be dedicated to be an asshole. At least that’s what Scott had told me once and I believed him.

“You’re kinda mean.” Brian laughed.

“Yeah, well, something about having four dorks watch me take a shower does that.” I shrugged.

“I’m not a dork.” Brian told me, he was about 6 feet away now, leaning against the damp tiled wall just out of the spray from my shower.

“Sometimes you are.” I said.

“When was I ever a dork?” He asked me.

“Uhhh…right now?” I smiled at him. “Don’t you think watching a girl take a shower is kinda dorky?”

“No, it’s more like being a jerk.” Brian grinned. “Besides, up til a couple days ago I saw you like this all the time, so what’s the difference?”

“I don’t know.” I was still smiling and I sorta liked the way he was looking at me.

“See? There ain’t none.” He made a little ‘I told ya so’ face.

“Yeah there is.” I said, “You still got your clothes on!” And I flicked my fingers at him, spraying a little water at his face with a giggle.

“So? You want me to take off my clothes now?” He was teasing me. “I thought you hated me.”

“I don’t hate you…mostly.” I turned around so my back was to the water, running my hands up and down my hips and over my butt. “You’re okay sometimes.”

“Oh yeah?” He was smiling and his eyes were so nice and blue, even in the steam.

“Yeah. I mean if you’d just be a little nicer sometimes I wouldn’t…”

“Wouldn’t what?”

“Wouldn’t punch you in the nose for one thing.” I laughed and grabbed the soap out of the molded soap dish in the wall.

“That hurt a lot.” Brian said with a little frown.

“I know, that’s why I did it.” I raised my eyebrows at him. “Anyway, I’m sorry I hit you, and I’m really sorry I said what I did. I didn’t mean to say you touched me, it just sort of came out that way.”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t get suspended or anything.” Brian shrugged. “But my dad whipped my ass hard.”

“Did he?” I looked down a little, really wishing that lie I’d told Principal Snyder hadn’t been so necessary. “I get that too sometimes, it hurts.”

“Yeah.” Brian didn’t say anything else, he just looked at me until I felt totally self-conscious.

“What?” I finally said, a little exasperated and smiling.

“What?” He held out his hands like he was innocent.

“You’re looking at me.”

“So?”

“So um…I dunno. Don’t.” I was blushing a little and I giggled nervously.

“I like looking at you.” He said softly.

“Yeah?” I glanced at him.

“Yeah.” Brian nodded.

“So, um…what are you gonna do about it?” I was feeling warm by then, not just from the water, and not just from being a little embarrassed, but from something else.

“I don’t know.” He laughed a little and I realized he was nervous too.

“Do you want to um, kiss me?” I asked, sounding like I’d never been kissed in my life and my heart was beating faster. Part of me almost thought he might say no, and I dreaded that like you wouldn’t believe.

“Do you want me to?” He asked in reply.

“Yeah, sort of.” I said, trying not to appear too eager.

“You’re um, naked.” Brian told me, like that made any difference at all.

“Well, yeah…” I giggled. “I told you to take off your clothes.”

I thought you were joking with me.”

“I was, kind of.” I said. “But, um…if you want to, I mean…I might um…” I was feeling totally flustered suddenly as my brain caught up with my mouth and I had an understanding of what I wanted and what I was saying.

Did I really want to have sex with Brian Hades? Uh, yeah…I did. I mean who wouldn’t? He was seriously cute and I’d been in love with him since the first time I saw him! But did I really want to have sex with him? What would that mean? But my body didn’t care and it wasn’t waiting for my brain to decide. I was hot inside and out and I was playing with my ass, rubbing a soapy finger up and down and across my anus, which always feels good. I wanted to touch my clit too, but I felt a little embarrassed doing that in front of someone else. My nipples were hard as little pebbles and I wanted to rub them too, play with my new rings a little, or maybe ask Brian to kiss them.

“Don’t um, don’t go anywhere, okay?” Brian was walking backward and pulling his sweatshirt over his head. He was gonna be lucky if he didn’t trip and crack his head.

“I won’t.” I promised with a laugh and I really hoped I knew what I was doing! 

Did I want a boyfriend? Would he even be my boyfriend? What if he started being a jerk again and I hated him again, or at least didn’t like him as much…Would I break up with him? What would I tell Jane and especially Julie? And my friend Steve, he wanted to be my boyfriend because I’d punched Brian in the nose! What was I gonna say to him? 

All those doubts! But God! It was Brian Hades and he didn’t hate me, he liked me and he was talking off his clothes! He was gonna take a shower with me and we were gonna…Do what? What if he wanted to have sex? Like regular boy girl sex? What would I say to that? I didn’t want to do it, not even with him, but what if he really wanted to? Did I love him that much? Coach said guys like Brian just wanted to put babies in my belly, but I menstruating, so it was okay right? I mean we could do it all we wanted and I didn’t have to worry about that. But I didn’t really want to do that with him. I didn’t even let Jane kiss me down there! But Miss Haven had done it once, and it had felt great so maybe having regular sex would feel good too. But…

I was worrying myself way too much and I was fingering my soapy ass with one hand, like I was masturbating or something, and playing with my boobs with the other, and it was like I was lost until I felt Brian touching me suddenly, just a finger on my shoulder.

“Uh, hi.” I swallowed nervously and dropped my hands away from my body quickly, embarrassed at what he might have seen

“Hi.” Brian was naked too now, completely and I’d seen him naked before, but this was somehow different. His cock was already hard and nice sized, like 6 inches, maybe more and very fat. It went good with his body, I thought, and his body went good with his face, and…I was breathing hard and we were just standing there sort of close.

“Do you um, want to kiss now?” He asked me. 

I nodded, licking my lips. “Okay.”

Brian sort of leaned forward a little bit; as though he was afraid our bodies would touch, and pressed his closed lips to mine awkwardly. It was a romantic kiss though, I mean it was nice and sweet and soft and wet with the water running over us. I liked it a lot and my lips were parted slightly, waiting for the rest of it, waiting for his tongue to find mine, but it never did.

“Wow.” He blinked and leaned back, smiling at me.

I was sort of confused, actually. That was it? We were both naked in the shower, locked in from everyone else in the world and that was his kiss? He looked completely satisfied with it, so… 

“Have you um, ever kissed anybody before?” I asked him, trying not to hurt his feelings or anything.

“Uh, well, not really.” He blushed and he didn’t look so much older all of a sudden. He looked just like what he was, a 14 year old virgin, kissing his first girl.

“Can I try kissing you?” I asked and he nodded.

I stepped close, feeling his hard cock touch my tummy and I put my arms around his neck, pulling his head down to mine. I felt him tense up, just a little, and then relax as my lips found his and I kissed him for a few seconds before my tongue licked between his lips, the tip pressing insistently until he finally opened his mouth just enough. I let my tongue slide slowly across his teeth and over his own tongue, wriggling gently and exploring him softly.

Brian put his arms around my waist, a little hesitantly and I settled against him, inviting him to hold me tightly as I gave a little moan of approval. I tickled his tongue with mine until he got the idea and started tickling me back, his tongue moving around in his mouth until I retreated and he followed. He was tasting me finally, his soft wet tongue moving across my lips and gums and teeth, licking the insides of my cheeks and even the roof of my mouth. He was learning fast.

I was rubbing his neck and his short wet hair and sliding my body against his, so my nipples rubbed across his strong chest and his cock stroked my wet warm tummy, trapped between us. His hands were slowly moving to my ass and he finally cupped my cheeks, squeezing me so gently I thought maybe he was afraid of breaking me or something. I tightened my lips around his tongue and sucked on it, moving my head slightly so it was like I was sucking a cock and Brian suddenly gasped at that and I felt his cock throbbing against my stomach.

“Oh, oh shit…I’m sorry!” He looked horrified; really, there’s no other word for it. His face was red and he was breathing hard as he stepped back from me quickly. We both looked down at his penis which was jerking in the air wildly with no hand to guide it, and his cum was spraying out in rapid spurts, mostly on me at first.

I almost laughed and I had to bite my tongue, seriously, but just for a moment. He looked like he was ready to run and hide and I loved him more than ever for it.

“It’s okay.” I smiled warmly, reaching down to touch his cock and I wrapped my fingers around it, feeling it still pulsing. “It’s supposed to happen.”

“Yeah…but…oh, man…” He’d never been so embarrassed in his life I was certain, and I wished I knew how to make it better.

“It’s alright, really.” I pulled him closer and held his cock while I reached up with my left hand to touch his handsome face. “I don’t care.”

“You don’t?” He was panting a little and it had been a serious orgasm. Brian had sprayed a lot of sperm on me and a lot more on the floor. “But it got on you…”

“We’re in the shower!” I giggled. “It’s okay now, come here.” I smiled and then I was kissing him again, making sure he knew I wasn’t mad or disappointed or anything else.

I kept stroking his cock between us, moving my hand slowly and he wasn’t going soft again, that was for sure. We kissed for 10 minutes at least, just standing there and by the time we’d had enough of that we were both hot and out of breath and much more relaxed.

“I wanna do something for you, okay?” I asked him breathlessly.

“What?”

“I’m going to suck your cock…” I kissed him gently. “It’ll be nice, I promise.”

I’d been really careful while I held his penis not to let Brian get even close to cumming again, but I think he was anyway. He’d never even kissed a girl before today, which had totally surprised me, and now he was gonna get his first blowjob. I was incredibly turned-on by the whole thing. Not just being with Brian, which would have been enough, but him being so innocent. I wouldn’t have believed it the way he acted, the way he looked. It made me feel special somehow that I was the first and always would be. It was weird and sexy and just made me go thump way down deep in my tummy.

“Ohhh…” Brian groaned as I knelt in front of him, staring down at me with his wide blue eyes like he couldn’t believe what was happening.

I held his cock firm with my right hand and rubbed his thigh with my left. I licked and kissed his penis gently, taking my time and working my mouth all over it before taking the head between my lips. I tickled it with my tongue briefly and then took more, wishing I could really get a good taste of Brian, but mostly I tasted the water from the shower above us. That was okay though, it was enough sliding my tightly stretched lips up and down his smooth shaft, circling my tongue around his cockhead and then underneath him as its thickness filled my mouth completely.

“Ahhh…oh, Ann…god…I’m so sorry…I’m sorry…” He was saying and I choked a little as it made me giggle, but Brian didn’t notice. He had a hand on my head, but it just rested there, he was more than happy letting me take care of everything.

When I finally took a deep breath and opened my throat for him, forcing my lips slowly down the shaft until my nose was pressed flat as Angie Wong’s against his body, Brian was practically shaking and trying desperately to keep from coming. I held his thick cock in my throat for a long count of three and then backed off slowly, swallowing hard and sucking a little air as I held the head of his cock on my lower lip.

“I’m gonna do it again…oh…man…” Brian was staring down at me and I took him quickly in my mouth, sucking a couple inches between my lips, and working my hand up and down the rest of his cock. A second later I was rewarded with a flood of Brian’s hot creamy sperm. It was salty and thick, as thick as any sperm I’d ever tasted and it was good too; almost sweet with just a little hint of something sour. It’s weird the way guys taste different from each other, but I’m glad they do.

I swallowed a lot of it, feeling it sliding down my throat and into my stomach. And what I didn’t was soon washed away by that infinite supply of water, heated by the school’s old steam boilers. I licked and washed Brian’s cock for a few minutes and he was softening then, just a little and I thought he could go again in a couple minutes, but it was getting sort of late too.

“Was that good?” I asked Brian, still kneeling, smiling up at him as he caught his breath.

“Oh, god yeah.” He nodded. “That was fantastic.”

“Good.” I sort of wished I’d been able to cum, but sometimes it didn’t happen for me, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t feeling good. If I’d really wanted to I coulda played with my clit, but I just wanted to make Brian feel good. Next time, I promised myself, Brian would make me cum too.

We dressed slowly by my locker. I felt great, even putting on my underwear and a fresh pad in front of him, and Brian was smiling, but I think he was a little shy too. He’d just had the first sex of his life and probably wasn’t sure how he should be acting. I knew that feeling all too well, and I still got it sometimes. He just needed to know we were friends and more than that even, although I wasn’t sure yet how much more and I didn’t want to spoil anything by worrying about it.

“So um, how did you get in here anyway?” I asked him, just to fill the awkward silence. I was curious too though.

“I got the key from Wendy.” Brian said. “She’s sort of my girlfriend.”

“Wendy Eversman?” I stared at him for a second and then dropped my eyes. She worked in the school office during her study hall, the little brown-noser, so I guess it probably wasn’t too hard for her to get the keys. “She’s your girlfriend?”

“Yeah, sort of.” Brian was looking down too. “I told her if she got me the key I’d go out with her.”

“Okay.” I said, since I couldn’t think of anything else. At least I had the satisfaction of knowing she’d never kissed him.

“I’d um…I’d rather go out with you though.” Brian cleared his throat nervously. “I mean if uh, if you want to.”

“Yeah.” I nodded. “I do, but um, I gotta think about it, okay?”

“Oh, cause I brought those guys?” Brian looked down guiltily. “I’m totally sorry about that, it was a bad idea and…”

“No, well yeah, it was a bad idea…” I giggled. “…but I mean something else. It’s just me, okay? Not about you.”

We were pretty much dressed and I just wanted to hug Brian one more time before we left, just in case it never happened again. He hugged me back and I just sort of rested my cheek on his chest, smelling him all clean and fresh.

“I’m sorta glad you hit me.” Brian said and I laughed a little. “I mean otherwise uh, well I wouldn’t have got mad and been a jerk tonight…”

“A dork.” I corrected him.

“Uh yeah, a dork and um, when I said I didn’t like you before?” He looked down at me and I turned my face upward. “I lied.”

“Me too.” I sighed and we kissed again, just a little, but I had to get going and that was a hard thing to do cause I knew I’d have a lot of time for thinking alone in the dark.



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