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There is sex in this story, if reading such is illegal because of
age or location, be gone with ye.

Copyright 2001 by Frank Downey. Permission is given for personal
use. Any other use, please contact me.
Pay use is expressly forbidden.

This is completely fiction, and a figment of the bizarre part of
my imagination at that. Do not try this at home.

THE AGREEMENT
by Frank Downey

<a href="mailto:fabfour.fan@verizon.net">fabfour.fan@verizon.net
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--One--

I met Jenny when we were freshmen in high school. We were both
fifteen. I had just moved into the city, so didn't know anyone.
We both lived close to the high school, and ended up walking in
the same direction for a while, and she was in a couple of my
classes. We became friends quickly.

I was attracted to her almost at once, but was nervous about
trying anything more than friendship. Jenny was
beautiful**2014**long blond hair, sparking blue eyes, and a body
to die for. She had little dimples in her cheeks when she smiled.
I was smitten.

However, it took me until after the first of the year to ask her
out. It was late January, and I asked her to go to a movie with
me that Friday night. "I was wondering what you've been waiting
for," she said with a laugh, as she agreed to go. 

We had a great time. I held her hand walking to the movie
theater, and she snuggled up to me as we watched the film. We
went for a burger afterwards. It was wonderful. The only weird
thing was that she wouldn't let me walk her all the way home. She
said, "You can't come to my house until I know you better." That
made me a bit curious. However, she wrapped her arms around me
and gave me a huge kiss after she said it, so I didn't muchcare.

This went on for a little over a month. We went out every
weekend, seeing a movie, or going to a dance at school, or
something. We went to the mall a couple times. Every time ended
with her making me stop a couple blocks from her house, and
wrapping me up in a hug and a big kiss.

--Two--

March fifth was my sixteenth birthday, which was on a Saturday. I
had a party planned, and Jenny was going to be there, but we went
out, just the two of us, that Friday night. After the movie, she
told me to walk her home.

"OK, I want to take you to my house. I have to know that I have
your trust, though."

"You know I do," I told her.

"I have my parents' approval to bring you home, because they want
to meet you. Plus, I like you, a whole lot, so you have to know
what you're getting in to."

"What.....?"

"Don't say anything. Listen to me. I need your promise. You're
going to see things at my house that you will find very strange.
If you can't deal with that, I understand--that's why I wanted to
find out now, before I really fell for you. But you have to
promise me not to tell a single soul what you see."

"I promise."

She stopped, and looked at me. "I mean it. This is important.
Lots of people could get into lots of trouble if this gets out."

"OK. I promise, Jenny."

"Good. This is my house." She walked to the front door, and led
me in.

I walked in the front foyer, not noticing anything unusual. Then
Jenny led me into the living room. I couldn't help but stare.

There was a woman on the couch, stark naked. Her legs were
spread--and there was a guy with his face buried in between them!
She was moaning, and thrashing around. She had heard the door
close, so she opened her eyes.

"Hello, dear! Tommy, stop for a second." The guy between her legs
pulled out, and I recognized Tommy Pelham. He was a guy from
school, one that I didn't particularly like, but he was my age!
And this woman looked old enough to be.........

"David, this is my mother," Jenny said.

"Hi, David! Nice to finally meet you after hearing about you for
three months!"

"Uh, nice to meet you too, Mrs. Keltner."

She laughed. She had a very pleasant laugh. "Jenny didn't warn
you, did she?"

"Not about anything specific, no."

"I thought so. You blush wonderfully." That made me blush more.
"Don't worry about it. Jenny will explain. Enjoy yourself." And
she pulled Tommy back between her legs.

"C'mon," Jenny said, taking my hand. She led me to the kitchen.
There we found a man, naked, standing behind a woman, naked, who
was bent over the kitchen table.

"Dad, hold up a minute!" The man stopped his movement towards the
woman. "This is David," Jenny said.

"Nice to meet you." He just waved. "He's sworn to secrecy?" he
asked Jenny.

"Yes," Jenny said. 

"People could go to jail if this gets out, David. We've had
outsiders before, but we have to be cautious. Jenny likes you a
lot, though, so her mother and I consented to let you know what
her family life was like. This is all consensual. Jenny will
explain more, I'm sure. But this is a closely guarded secret."
His voice was kind but stern, which was rather incongruous coming
from a stark-naked man with an equally stark-naked woman bent
over waiting for him. I understood, though, that this could never
get out.

"I understand, sir. I need Jenny to tell me more about this, but
I don't want to hurt her, ever, for any reason."

He smiled. "Good. Enjoy yourself." And, with that, he gripped his
cock and started to enter the woman.

Jenny smiled at me, then took my hand and led me out of the
kitchen. She went to the staircase, and led me up. We walked past
a bedroom, with the door open, and heard moaning inside. Jenny
peeked in, then motioned me. I saw an older guy and a girl
younger than Jenny going at it. The girl was on her back, spread
eagled, as the guy pumped in and out of her.

"That's my older brother Eric. He's 22. And that's my little
sister Melissa. She's 13."

Brothers and sisters? 13 year olds getting laid? What had I
stumbled into?

Jenny grabbed my hand again, and led me into the next bedroom.
"This is mine." She sat on the bed, and motioned for me to sit on
it, too. "So, how shocked are you?" she asked me with a twinkle
in her eye.

"Uh, very."

"It's us and the Pelhams. They live next door, you know. Our
families all have sex together, and with each other. You just saw
my brother Eric, right? He took my virginity when I was 11."

"My God."

"Yeah, most of the world thinks it's wrong, or sick. For us, it's
normal. I've had sex with every male member of my family, and of
the Pelhams." She giggled. "And some of the female ones, too.
It's all voluntary. When we're thirteen, we have to sign The
Agreement, but there's ways to get out of that, and exceptions to
it, too. My sister Vicki, she's twenty, she got out of it for
three years."

"The Agreement?" I asked.

"It's sort of a contract. It governs our behavior in the two
family unit. For instance, only in certain instances can I turn
down sex, with any member of the two families."

"You have to have sex?"

"Well, some of the instances are pretty broad. My room is my own
space. You have to be invited in here. If I'm in here, I'm not
'fair game.'" She giggled. "Of course, getting here is sometimes
an adventure."

"But, what if there's one person, or a couple, that you just
don't want to go to bed with?"

Her eyes got a little clouded over at that. "I'm not allowed to
do that. We're a collective."

"Oh." I was overwhelmed. "What about sex with people outside of
the Agreement?"

"Allowed. Encouraged. Given wide berth when it comes to the
Agreement--nobody was allowed to approach me today, because I was
bringing an outsider in. It has to be done here, though. I have
complete privacy in this room, but, I couldn't, like, go to your
house. It has to be done in this house, or in the Pelham's, but I
don't have my own room over there."

Light suddenly dawned. "You mean......you brought me here
because........."

She giggled. "Yes, I brought you here because I want you to fuck
me silly." 

--Three--

This was completely unexpected. I had never even done more than
kiss her. And now she wanted me to....to........

I was a virgin.

"You're blushing!" She noticed. "You're not a virgin, are you?"

"No." I lied. I didn't feel like admitting it to someone that had
lost her virginity at eleven. But I hedged it, because she could
tell I was nervous. "I'm not that experienced, though."

"That's OK." She leaned over to me and kissed me. "I don't mind."
She kissed me again, while rubbing her hands up and down my
chest. "I've been told that, well, I'm rather easy to satisfy."
She giggled.

I sat for a minute, to clear my mind. Not only was I a virgin, I
was completely inexperienced. When I took off her shirt, that
would be the first time I ever saw......well, you know. I had to
think. I had been prepared for this, I needed to remember my
lessons. If I did, she'd probably not guess just how
inexperienced I really was.

Y'see, my parents are kind of weird. Dad, especially. The sex
education I got at home, most kids would have begged for. I
didn't just get the mechanics, plus all the warnings about
diseases and pregnancy. My Dad made sure I learned what sex was
really like. I got instructional videos and everything. Dad told
me that, his first couple of times, he didn't know how to please
a woman and that, because of that, they were disasters. He had to
figure out how to please a woman by himself. He didn't want that
to happen to me. He thought it was important. "If you decide
you're going to have sex, do it right," he said. It was very
tolerant and open--especially considering my younger sister, who
was 12, was starting to get the same kind of thing--but, like I
said, a bit weird.

Of course, I was sitting here with a girl who had been to bed
with every member of two families, one of them her own, so who
was I to judge weird?

And she was waiting for me. I reached over, and started pulling
on the bottom of her shirt. She helped me. I got the bra off,
myself. 

She took my breath away. Her tits were....perfect.

I touched them. I gripped one with one hand, while I played with
the nipple on the other one with the other hand, desperately
trying to remember those instructional videos. It seemed to be
working, because she was all red, and gasping.

After a while of this, she reached out for my shirt. I disengaged
so she could slip it off. And then she went for my pants. I
helped her get them off. How I even had the wherewithal to do
that I couldn't tell you. The next thing I knew, her hand was on
my dick.

Oh my God.

"Oooh, very nice," she giggled, as she ran her hand up and down
it. Boy, did it feel a lot better than my hand. And if she kept
it up, she was going to find out just how inexperienced I was.
Cumming in thirty seconds from your very first handjob tends to
give that away.

I needed something to occupy myself, and in a hurry. That was
easy, once I thought about it--her pants were still on.

"Hold up a minute," I said, as calmly as I was able. Your turn."
I reached for the snap of her pants. She smiled, and raised her
ass so I could slip her jeans and panties over it. She kicked
them off, and there she was, stark naked, smiling at me.

Oh, she was heavenly.

Instructional videos, remember, dummy, I said to myself. I moved
my hand down between her legs--she obligingly spread them for me.
She was sitting facing me. I reached down and rubbed my hand up
and down her pussy. Boy, was she wet. I guess I excited her. That
was a nice thought. I probed where I thought her opening should
be, and I found it, right off. The videos were proving to be a
big help. I slipped my finger in her, and started moving it back
and forth. "Oh, David, yes....." she whispered. I took my other
hand and went for her clit, hoping I'd know it when I found it.
Her stiffening and barking "OH!" when I found a little nub let me
know I had hit paydirt.

I rubbed her clit while I slipped my finger in and out of her.
"Oh David, Oh David, oh David!" she cried, and then she went all
stiff, and I felt her pussy clenching on my finger. Her face was
all red, her eyes were closed, and her mouth was wide open, with
low moans coming out of it. I stopped my hands and watched her
regain her breath.

"Wow!" she said. "That was great! You're really good at that."
Wow, I thought. My first time, and I was being told I was great
by a girl who definitely had a basis of comparison. 

I just looked at her, as she smiled at me, and then I decided
there was something I wanted to try. I pushed her down, so she
was lying on the bed. She looked at me questioningly. I just
smiled at her, then crawled down between her legs. Now that I had
figured out where her clit was, I went right for it with my
tongue.

"OH DAVID!" she yelled, and immediately started gasping.  "WOW!
WOW! WOW!" It seemed like she was really enjoying this. She
wrapped her legs around my head and yanked me in closer. "YES!
YES! YES! YES! OH DAVID YESSSSSSSSSSSS!!!" she screamed, and then
she went stiff again.

"Jesus Christ, that was fantastic!" she said.

"Thanks," I said, pleased. 

"My turn!" She reached over and engulfed my prick in her mouth.

"OH JESUS!" I yelled. Not to my surprise, I didn't last long--I
didn't even have a chance to warn her, before I started spurting
into her mouth. She didn't seem to mind, and swallowed every
drop. 

"Sorry," I said.

"For what? I don't mind drinking cum. In fact, I kind of like it.
I didn't expect it quite so soon, though," she giggled.

"Well, that was my first time for that. Lots of girls won't do
that, even if they'll do other things," I said, not exactly
lying.

"True." She looked down in between my legs. "Look at that! You're
still hard! Oh, goody!" She lay back down on the bed, and spread
her legs. "Don't worry, David. With all the sex that goes on
around here, we get checked out regularly, and I'm on the pill.
I'm as safe as can be. Fuck me now, please?"

So I did. I climbed on top of her, grabbed my cock, and aimed it
at her pussy. I drove it into her. It felt fantastic. "OH YES!"
she yelled, as I started moving back and forth inside her.

How I didn't cum in her in twenty seconds is completely beyond
me--the blowjob must have made it less urgent, or something--but
I managed to fuck her for a lot longer than I would have
expected. It was stupendous. She wrapped her legs around my hips
and grabbed my waist as she thrust up at me every time I pushed
into her. She was groaning and gasping, shouting stuff like "OH
YEAH! FUCK ME! OH GOD FUCK ME!" the whole time. I lasted long
enough for her to cum again--and the feeling of her orgasming
pussy clamping down on my cock was all I needed,

"David, you are wonderful," she breathed up at me after we were
done. "Your previous girlfriends were very lucky--how on earth
they didn't hold on to you is beyond me." I didn't say anything,
just blushed at her.

--Four--

She came to my party the next day, and then, afterwards, we
slipped back to her house and went at it again. A couple of
afternoons the next week, and then that Saturday night, found me
up in her room fucking her silly.

I was in heaven. I already knew I liked this girl, a lot, before
we ever had sex--but the sex just made it better. At that point,
I even liked the whole Agreement thing--it certainly had made her
enthusiastic and appreciative in bed. What she did when I wasn't
there didn't concern me so much at that point.

That started to change the following week--but, at first, I
didn't mind that either, because there were other benefits. I
went over to her house that Tuesday afternoon; but, before we
made it to her room, we were confronted by Tommy Pelham. He
grabbed Jenny. "Come on, you know the rules."

Jenny looked at me and said, "I'm sorry, Dave, they are the
rules. I have to go with him. I'd like you to wait, if you're
willing. Oh, and if anyone approaches you, you don't have to go
with them, but you're free to, if you want."

I was shocked at that. "You mean if someone else here wants me to
have sex......."

"You can, if you want. In fact, I think my little sister Melissa
is very interested. I told her how good you were." She giggled,
and followed Tommy into a room somewhere.

"She's right," I heard from behind me. It was Melissa. "She told
me you knew your way around a girl better than anyone in this
house. I'd like to see, if you want."

Jesus, what have I stumbled into? I thought, for not the first
time. Here was my girlfriend, going off to have sex with another
guy, but her thirteen-year-old sister was proposing I have sex
with her.

What the hell, I thought, and let Melissa lead me to her room. We
were barely in the room before she had all her clothes off, and
was working on mine.

I won't lie--it was fun. Melissa was almost as hot as Jenny, and
boy was she tight. After licking her to a couple of orgasms, I
entered her, came very quickly, but stayed hard. Melissa wasn't a
screamer, like Jenny was--she was a squeaker. All kinds of little
"EEE! EEE! EEE!" sounds came out of her mouth as I pounded into
her. And, when she came--just as I came the second time--she let
out a long "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" 

"Jen was right. You are damn good," she said to me. She reached
up and kissed me. "Thanks, David. Any time you want, you find me,
OK?"

When I got out of her room, I heard Jennie call "David?" from her
own room next door. I went in.

"I've been waiting for you. Did Melissa leave me anything?" she
giggled.

"I think so. Is Tommy........"

"Oh, Tommy's been done with me for quite some time. He's not
nearly as thorough as you. And, don't worry, I'm all cleaned up.
C'mere."

Melissa must have left Jennie something, because I was able to
fuck her for a good while before I came again. 

--Five--

The next couple of weeks went rather like that day. Jennie would
bring me home, but get grabbed on her way up the stairs--a couple
of times by Tommy, and then by Tommy's older brother Jack, and
then by their father. Jennie's own brothers and father, strangely
enough, seemed to try to leave her alone to be with me, but the
Pelham men were having none of it. If I wanted Jennie, I had to
wait until whichever of them that had grabbed her was done with
her.

Not that I was sitting around waiting for her to be done, mind
you. Melissa grabbed me a couple times, and then Courtney
Pelham--who was also 13--decided she had to sample the goods. I'd
get done with them, and Jennie would be waiting for me. I was
getting more pussy than any sixteen-year-old boy should have a
right to get. I'm lucky my dick didn't fall off.

However, I was starting to feel vaguely uneasy with the whole
thing. I liked fucking Melissa and Courtney--they were fun--but
they weren't Jennie, and it wasn't all just sex, either. I'd see
her in school, and, in school, we acted like boyfriend and
girlfriend. We'd walk to her house, holding hands, giggling like
two kids in love--and then I'd have to hand her over to someone
else for sex. 

This all came to a head a week and a half after my first
experience with Melissa. It was a Friday night, and I had gone
over there, only to have her grabbed by Tommy Pelham. I sighed,
sat on the couch, and resigned myself to another wait. I suppose
Melissa or Courtney would be by to grab me, but I'd still rather
be with Jennie.

It wasn't either of them who grabbed me--it was Vicki, Jennie's
older sister, home from college for the weekend. "Right," she
said, grabbing my hand. "You're getting rave reviews from my
sisters. It's my turn," and she took me to her room.

Vicki was twenty, and was my first older woman. She was an
animal--kind of gave me a preview of the already-uninhibited
Jennie in four years--and I had a ball. So did she. But, what
really struck me, was the conversation we had after we weredone.

"Shit, I can tell that you aren't a Pelham or a Keltner man. You
actually care if the girl cums or not," she began. "Thanks,
David. I don't have a boyfriend at college right now, and it's
nice to go to bed with a guy who's good at it."

"Thanks. The guys in the agreement aren't good at it?"

Vicki snorted. "With one exception--my older brother
Eric--they're pathetic. My other brother Steve and my dad are
passable. If you get Dad early enough in the day, he's better
than passable. The Pelham men are hopeless."

"So, then, why do all the girls in the families continue to sleep
with them?"

"Because of the Agreement. We get roped into signing it when
we're thirteen. I think that Dad and
Mr. Pelham dreamed this thing up, although I'm not sure." She
snorted in disgust. "You think Tommy
Pelham would have a chance of getting any pussy if it weren't for
the agreement? So, we get roped in early. When I was thirteen, I
thought the guys in the agreement were all that. It took my first
boyfriend to show me differently. Yeah, I knew Eric was good, but
even he wasn't as good as my first boyfriend. I got out of the
Agreement from age fifteen to age eighteen. You can claim an
outside exclusive relationship as a reason for getting out."

"Why did you get back in?"

"That relationship broke up, so I almost had to get back in. My
reason for getting out was no longer valid. And, I must admit,
with the relationship broken up---mediocre sex is better than no
sex, especially when you're used to getting it regularly. And I
do like sex with Eric--to get that, I have to put up with the
rest of them."

"If you got another steady boyfriend who satisfied you, would you
get out again?"

"In a heartbeat."

"I wonder if Jennie would say the same thing," I mused.

"I don't know. Would you want to do that? I mean, you're getting
all the pussy you want, and we all think you're great."

"No offense to you, Vicki, or to Melissa and Courtney, but sex
with you girls is something to do while I'm waiting for Jennie.
Not that it's not good. Not that I didn't enjoy myself. But it's
not Jennie."

Vicki smiled at me. "You're in love with her, aren't you?"

"Yeah, I think I am."

"David. Tell her."

Vicki had given me a lot to think about. I told Jennie that Vicki
had worn me out--Jennie giggled that she understood, she knew her
sister well enough--and went home to think.

--Six--

I called Jennie the next afternoon. "Hey, can we go out tonight?
Dinner and a movie?"

"That sounds positively delightful," she said. 

And, it was. We had a wonderful time. The movie was great, the
food was great, the company was fantastic. We walked to her house
with our arms entwined, laughing and smiling, thoroughly enjoying
one another. When we got to her house, she led me up the stairs.
We were accosted by both Mr. Pelham and Tommy, and Jennie told
them both the same thing: "I'm on a date. My date isn't over. My
date and I are going to continue the date in my room." We did--we
went to her room and fucked like bunnies for a couple of hours. 

Monday morning, Jennie told me to meet her somewhere at lunch.
She said she needed to talk.

"Look, David, I'm sorry, but I got read the riot act. Tommy
Pelham called an Agreement Council Sunday night, and he and his
father railed at me for refusing them on Saturday night. I can't
do that again."

I sighed. "You know, that whole Agreement thing sometimes sounds
like quite a racket."

She giggled. "You don't seem to mind when you're fucking Melissa
or Courtney or Vicki." I did mind. How do I tell her that,
though? "Anyhow, this is my life, this is the way it is, and
you've known that for a while. Listen, I do not want to break up
with you. I like you a lot. But I signed the Agreement, and I'm
bound to it, and I can't promise you first dibs or try to force
it ever again."

"I understand," I said, though I didn't.

"Good." She kissed me, and walked away. I walked in the other
direction, turned the corner, and found Tommy Pelham.

"Hey, David, how's it feel?"

"How's what feel?"

"Knowing I can fuck your girlfriend any time I want, and you
can't! Must be great, huh?" he said with a nasty leer on his
face. "Good ol' David, the wonderful lover who everyone praises
to the heavens, and he can't even get in his girlfriend's pants
when he wants to. And I can. How's that feel, David?"

I wanted to hit him, but I curbed the impulse. "You know what? I
hope you thank your lucky stars every night for that agreement,
because, if you didn't have it, there isn't a girl in the
universe who would have anything to do with you." I walked away,
with him laughing at my back.

I stewed through my next class. The class after that was study
hall, and I decided that I had to do something. Every time I was
with her, I was afraid to tell her how I really felt, so I
decided to write it. I wrote Jennie a letter.

Dear Jennie,

After I left you today at lunch, I got the pleasure of being
taunted by Tommy Pelham. He drove home a few unpleasant
truths--that he can sleep with my girlfriend any time he wants,
and I can't. Any guy saying this to me would be bad enough, but
Tommy Pelham saying it is worse. He's a scumbag, Jennie. And I
know it can't be the sex, because Vicki and Melissa both told me
he's useless in bed. Nope, his hold over you is the Agreement.

I tried to deal with it. I really did. At first, having a number
of girls offering to sleep with me was fun. But, like I told
Vicki, it quickly became just something to do while I was waiting
for you, because you're the only one I really want.

Because of the way you live, you seem to be able to separate sex
and feelings. I can't. I'm sorry. I've tried. I have to tell you,
that I lied to you--the first time I was with you was my first
time. You took my virginity. It meant a lot to me--and the reason
it meant a lot to me, I realize now, was that I was already crazy
about you by that time. And I know I should have told you this
before now, and told you how much it meant to me, but I was
embarrassed. 

I love you, Jennie Keltner. And I can't go on this way. I can't
bear the thought of the girl I love in bed with Tommie Keltner,
or Jack, or their father. It turns my stomach. It's not even the
sex. It's that you even give them the time of day--and that you
not only do it, but you have to. And it's not the sex with me,
either. I wouldn't mind if we never did it--just as long as I got
to be with you, only me, and only you. Not that I don't enjoy sex
with you--we both know that I do--but just being with you is more
important to me.

And that's not going to happen. 

I'm sorry. I love you so much, and it hurts to say this, but it's
jut not going to work.

Love,
David

I dropped the letter in her locker, and went to my last class. I
dashed out of school early to avoid her. The walk home alone was
interminable.

--Seven--

I had been home for about a half hour. I was watching TV, trying
to get my mind off of Jennie, which was hopeless. Then, my
doorbell rang.

It was Jennie. She looked like she had been crying. Before I
could say a word, she had walked through the door and wrapped her
arms around me, bearing down on me with a kiss that made my head
spin.

She finally broke the kiss. "Is anyone home besides you?"

"No, my parents don't get home until after six."

"Where's your bedroom?"

"Upstairs. Why?"

"Show me."

"Jennie, I don't think......"

"David. Just show me." I took her up to my room. "Clean, for a
guy," she giggled.

"I like to know where stuff is."

She walked around, and then sat on the bed. "You were really a
virgin?" she said.

"Yeah."

"Amazing. How'd you get so good?" I explained about the
instructional videos. "That's funny," she said.

She pat the bed beside her. I sat down. "Jennie, I don't know
what....."

"Shh," she interrupted me, and then kissed me again. "We'll talk
later," she said after she broke the kiss, and then started
unbuttoning my shirt.

"I thought you weren't allowed to do anything here," I said.

"I'm not." My shirt was off, and she was working on my pants
button. She undid it, and I rose off the bed so she could get
them down. She took my cock in her mouth and started sucking on
it. Next thing I knew, she had it in her throat and was
swallowing it. That was the first time she had ever done that. I
came, in a damn hurry.

"Oh my God, Jen," I gasped out.

She sat up, smiling at me. I got up myself, and pulled off her
tee shirt. I undid her bra, and then went for her pants. Quickly,
she was as naked as I was, and we spread out on the bed. 

"David, eat me out, please?" She had to ask? I went right down on
her.

"OhGodOhGodOhGodYES! YES! YES! Oh SHIT David nobody can do me
like you! Oh YEAH! OH! OH! OH! OH! AYIIEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!" She had
barely come down off of her orgasm, when I climbed up on top of
her and entered her.

"AAAAHHH!!!!!" She howled. "OH YES! DAVID, FUCK ME! OH YEAH!" She
tended to be loud anyway, but this was really loud. I guess being
alone in the house made her even more uninhibited. I wasn't
complaining. 

She came in a hurry, and I was still going strong. She came
again, howling like a banshee, before I did.

"Oh David. Oh, honey, you're magnificent," she said after I had
slipped off of her and lay down next to her.

"You're pretty damn magnificent yourself. But I must admit I'm a
little confused. I thought I broke up with you today!"

"You know, when I read that letter, I started to cry. You did
break up with me. I couldn't stand it. I couldn't stand not being
with you, and not just for sex. However, I do like sex, and I
especially like sex with you. Now, your parents are gone every
afternoon?"

"Pretty much, yeah."

"So you have the house to yourself?"

"Right."

She propped her head up with her hand, leaning on her elbow, and
looked at me and grinned. "So, do you think you can handle me?"

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

"Well, I am used to a lot of sex. I can cut down, so as I don't
wear you out, but I am going to need it quite a bit, if the only
person I'm getting it from is you."

"Huh?" Did she say what I think she just said?

She did, and confirmed it. "David, I'm getting out of the
agreement. I'm in an exclusive outside relationship. That is, if
you want that."

"Are you kidding me? YES!"

"So you think you can handle me?" she grinned.

"Either that or die trying. With a smile on my face." We both
laughed. 

"David, I love you. Oh boy do I love you."

"I love you, too."

--Eight--

Evidently, the Council that they had the next night where Jennie
opted out of the Agreement was a real doozy, because Jennie's
seventeen-year-old sister Karen also got out that night, for the
same reason. Since Vicki stayed at college most of the time,
there was a definite shortage of females in the Agreement. The
death knell was two months later, when I fixed Melissa up with my
next door neighbor Stan, a good guy who was a year older than she
was. They hit it off right away, and Melissa was doing him within
a couple of weeks. Right after that, she got out of the
Agreement, too. I felt bad for poor Courtney Pelham; she was the
only girl, outside of the two mothers, left in the Agreement.
However, that was a moot point. Because of the shortage of girls,
the Pelhams and Keltners decided to cancel the Agreement.

The best part of all of this was watching Tommy Pelham around
school, desperately trying to get into any girl's pants he could,
and getting soundly rejected every time. I would have felt sorry
for the guy if he weren't such an asshole. I mean, he went from
getting it any time he want to not getting any--even Courtney
told Melissa and Jennie that she didn't want anything to do with
him, now that she didn't have to. This went on throughout
sophomore year, and then the Pelhams moved.

When the Agreement first collapsed, I worried about my
relationship with Jennie--if she had just gone out with me to get
away from the Pelhams, now she no longer had an excuse. But, that
wasn't the case. She really did love me, and didn't mind that the
frequency of her getting laid decreased by quite a bit. Hey, I am
only one guy. She told me, "Quality is more important than
quantity!"

We're seniors now, and still together. Who knows what the future
holds, but, for now, we're happy. We're taking it day by day, but
we plan to get married someday. We don't talk about it much, but
we both know we feel that way--it's sort of an unspoken
agreement.

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