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Subject: {ASSM} Tom's Diary 3-18-02 {Gina Marie Wylie} (teen no sex)
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  The following is fiction of an adult nature.  If I believed in
setting age limits for things, you'd have to be eighteen to read
this and I'd never have bothered to write it. IMHO,  if you can
read and enjoy, then you're old enough to read and enjoy.

 
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  All persons here depicted are figments of my imagination and
any resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly a blunder
on my part.

 
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  Official stuff:  Story codes: teen, no sex.

  If stories like this offend you, you will offend ME if you read
further and complain. Copyright 2003, by Gina Marie Wylie.

 
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  I can be reached at gmwylie98260@hothothotmail.com, at least if
you remove some of the hots.  All comments and reasoned
discussion welcome.

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Monday, March 18, 2002

I slept well, and when I awoke it was to the sound of my alarm
clock ringing in the start of a new day.  JR wiggled her butt,
and said, "Get the alarm, sleepy head!"  I hated to move away,
but I did.

JR sat up, grinned at me. "You were a good boy last night!"

"I was," I agreed, "and you'll find out I'll be a good boy again
after school." She grinned, and went to the closet, got out
clothes and vanished towards the bathroom.  I lay in bed,
stroking my rod, happy in my heart.

Mom poked her head in my room, saw what I was doing.  I blushed,
but she pretty much ignored me.  "We're going to have breakfast
here in a minute, Tom.  Tell Joanna."  I nodded, and it seemed to
me, she stared at my hard on for a second, before turning to go.
Except I wasn't as hard as I'd been a moment before.  I got up,
got my things, and when JR was out of the shower, went in myself.

The day seemed like most of the others in my memory; Dad drove JR
to school, Uncle Craig stayed home, and Mom was going to work
later.  I was scheduled to pick up JR but not Penny on the way
home.

Same old stuff, I was a junior, bored out of my skull with my
classes.  Tony and I met between our second and third period
classes. "You did pretty good with Marsha," he said grinning.

It took a second for me to remember that as far as Tony knew,
Marsha had been not only my first, but my one and only.  I
decided that best friend or not, there was no need to enlighten
him about JR or Penny. "You weren't doing badly yourself," I told
him with a grin of my own.

He laughed.  "I never do badly.  Marsha said you were really
nice; most guys don't like girls that are taller than
themselves."

"She's nice," I agreed. "And it wasn't that big of a deal."  I
dropped my voice, "She was a perfect size."

He gave me a little punch on the arm, "We need to get you a real
girlfriend, not one who's already gone!"

"Yeah!"  I told him.  Sure, and I'd get in mega trouble if it got
out I had two eighth grade girlfriends I was supposed to be
`sharing.' Just what had JR meant by that?  Parallel or serial? 
Tony turned and walked towards math, and I headed for history,
contemplating what it would be like to be in bed with two girls
at once.

At lunch, we were sitting in the commons, munching snacks from
the snack bar, talking.  Behind me I heard a girl say quietly and
firmly, "Leave me alone, Roger!"  Followed a second later by the
same voice saying much more firmly, "I mean it, Roger!"

I glanced behind me; I knew the girl slightly, Shannon was her
name. The boy was, I thought, younger than her, but he had his
hand on her leg, under the table. She tried to scoot away, put he
followed. "Stop it!"  She hissed still trying to keep the dispute
private.

I turned around, reached out and tapped the boy on the shoulder.
He turned to look, and I smiled at him.  "I think she wants you
to stop."  I paused for dramatic effect. "So stop."

I've never seen anything like it in my life.

He saw me, his face turned beet red, and without any warning, he
uncorked a punch at me, from where he was sitting.  I leaned back
a little fast, nearly fell off my own chair, but it was enough so
he fanned air in front of my face.  He jumped off the seat and
started towards me; I got up too.

"You've butted in one too many times, Ferguson!"  He swung again,
and I moved to one side. "Damn you, stand still!"  He swung a
third time and this time I pushed his fist away.

Suddenly all the clues came to together.  "Roger Parker, I
presume?" I muttered. His face, still red, went almost purple. 
He lunged at me, grappling me, dragging me to the floor.

I might have been an inch shorter than him, not as heavy, but I'd
been around the block a few more times.  Besides, Roger was just
plain lousy at fighting.  After a few seconds, teachers were
pulling him off and demanding an explanation.  "He swung on me,"
I told them, not telling them why he swung on me.  `Cause I
screwed his girlfriend yesterday, after she caught him putting it
to my sister.'  Like sure, that was an explanation.

Roger had calmed down a little, even though he was still
breathing hard, and had to listen to a dozen kids rat him out for
starting the fight, and tell the teachers I'd not even punched
back; several of the boys said it with derision; yeah sure, like
my parents would understand my getting suspended for fighting?

Eventually, Roger was sent to the office, I was admonished to
`keep out of trouble.'  I nodded, and started to sit back down. 
Instead, Shannon touched my arm.

"Thanks," she said.

"No problem.  I was wondering if I'd ever meet Roger Parker face
to face.  No wonder he's so unpopular with girls."

She grimaced. "He and I dated in the fall... I guess he had a
fight with his latest girlfriend."

"I guess he did.  Penny is my sister's best friend."

Shannon looked at me, started to say something, then didn't.
"Thanks. Tom, isn't it?"  I nodded.  She smiled at me, turned and
left the commons.

I sat back down next to Tony, who'd sat still through out. I
didn't blame him, he'd been in trouble a few times; the teachers
were always dumping on him.  "What was that all about?"  Tony
asked.

I shrugged, "He was going with Penny, but they broke up
yesterday. I think he blames me."  I shook my head, "This is
kinda personal, Tony; I'd just as soon not go into it."

Tony glanced around, punched me on the arm. "Tom," he said, his
voice low, "probably everybody at school knows that Joanna and
Penny are queers."

"Tony," I said firmly, "like I said, it's personal.  What JR and
Penny do is their business; not yours, not mine." I waved my hand
towards the school office, "Not what's his name's."  I was
tempted to say something about Marsha, but decided against it.

"You know about Marsha being queer?"  He asked suddenly, catching
me off guard; I'd just been thinking about it.

"Personal, Tony," I told him, repeating it again.  "I don't talk
about other people behind their backs.  Not JR, Penny, Marsha...
or you and Sue Ellen."

He nodded at me, and then grinned.  "So Joanna and Penny are back
together, eh?"

I made a zipping motion across my lips.  "My lips are sealed,
Tony."

He grinned just as the warning bell sounded.  We got up and went
to our afternoon classes.

After the last bell of the day, I stopped at my locker, got what
I needed and turned to head out to the parking lot.  Shannon came
up to me, and smiled.  "Can we talk for a second?"

I nodded, checking her out.  Shannon was thin, with reddish
blonde hair, pretty short.  Small breasted, maybe even smaller
than JR, it was hard to tell through her blouse and bra.  "Roger
stopped me after sixth period.  He says he's `gonna get you'." 
She hung air quotes around the last three words.

"He hasn't had much luck so far," I said with a laugh. "I didn't
even know who he was; I just didn't think it was right, him
bothering you like that."

She smiled at me, and I felt myself grow hard.  Gosh, Tom, you
have a one-track mind!

Shannon sighed.  "He told me he was going to tell everyone that
your sister isn't that good of a fuck, neither is Penny, and that
they are really queers."

"Lesbians," I told her, wanting to get a little bit of moral high
ground, to make up for my hormones now interested in yet another
outlet.

She blinked, and then laughed.  "Oh yeah, I guess so.  Roger can
be pretty mean."

"Well, he's going to be surprised; Penny and JR aren't exactly in
the closet.  It would not be unreasonable to assume that they
didn't want to do it with him for inadequacy reasons."

Again Shannon blinked, then giggled outright.  "I never thought
about it that way!  Oh my God! He starts telling people about
them, and that's what they're going to think!"

"Shoots himself in the foot," I agreed.

She glanced at me. "You're pretty cool."

"Thanks," I said, trying not to preen and strut like some guys I
knew would do. Then I made a quick decision; "Want to go to the
basketball game Friday night?"

She looked at me steadily for a bit, before nodding.  "Cool," I
murmured, and asked for her phone number, which I got.  That was
cool too, because she wrote Shannon Leary on the top, and now I
knew her last name as well!

I rushed over to pick up JR, knowing I was a little late. "Guess
who I met at lunch?"  I told her, as we started towards home.
"Roger."  She looked at me in surprise. "He was trying to feel up
Shannon Leary right there in the commons," I went on, recounting
what had happened.  "I ah, asked her if she'd like to go to the
basketball game on Friday night."

JR looked at me, then nodded.  "Mom talked to me a bit before I
went to bed last night.  She said that you and I have to be sure
to keep our own lives; that too much togetherness, that's what
she called it, wouldn't be good for us."

"Do you think Penny will be pissed?"  I asked, anxious not to
make her angry with me either.  JR shook her head.

"No, and in any case, I can stay over with Penny on Friday...
I'll give her something else to think about."

"Shannon said that Roger was going to tell everyone about you and
Penny."  I went on with that part of the story, including the
part about Roger being inadequate. That reduced JR to hysterics,
and as soon as we were home, she had to call up Penny to tell
her.

Uncle Craig appeared and I talked to him while JR was on the
phone. After a bit, he looked me in the eye.  "Ellen told me that
she and Dave explained to you about her and I."

I nodded and he went on, "They told me you were helping your
sister like I helped her."  Again I nodded, not really sure what
the point of this was.

"Can I ask you a question?"  He paused, "Two questions?"

"Sure," I said, curious what they were.

"Why do you call her JR, and absolutely no one else does?"

"She asked me to; asks anyone else who calls her that, not to."

"Do you know?" He persisted, and I shook my head; I liked it, I'd
never really thought about it.  It was just something JR wanted.
Why not?

"And are you comfortable with your mom and me?"

I nodded, "And does Aunt Shirley sleep with Dad?"  I asked back.
He nodded.   I glanced out of the corner of my eye and saw JR
standing at the door to the room. How long had she been there?

Uncle Craig saw where I was looking, and turned to look at JR.
"Hello, Joanna."

She walked towards us and stopped a few feet from Uncle Craig. He
smiled at her. "Could I ask you two questions too, Joanna?"

"I like Tom to call me JR because I always knew in my heart, we'd
be together one day, even if it was just once.  And I wanted Tom
to have a special place in my heart; the only one in that place."

"And are you okay with your mom and I?"  JR nodded, and Uncle
Craig smiled. "Shirley said you'd be."  JR nodded again.  "Ellen
and I are going to meet David for dinner, we thought you two
would like a little time together."  He turned and walked away.

My eyes went to JR and she shrugged.  "Penny's on her way over,"
JR said quietly. I raised an eyebrow.  "We both want to do it
with you again."  I once again contemplated if they were talking
about serially or parallel; an interesting question, but one, I
thought, that would shortly be resolved.

A while later, I heard a car pull up outside, and JR went to the
door; there were a burst of voices, and with a start, I realized
I could hear a voice I didn't recognize.

Curious, I went into the living room from the family room and
found that not only Penny was there, but Penny's mom Kim and
another girl, Penny and JR's age.  I didn't recognize the girl,
she was tall and thin, she would have been cute, except it looked
like she was pretty upset.

"... So it's kind of an emergency, Joanna," Kim was telling JR.

JR met my eyes, then said evenly to me, "Jennifer's parents found
out she's been with Penny and me. And another girl before us, a
black girl."

I managed not to blink; even harder was resisting the temptation
to glance at Penny's mom at the announcement.  Evidently, I was
about the only person who hadn't heard about JR and Penny up to
this weekend. "And," JR added, "now they've kicked Jennifer out.
Her parents kicked her out!  Can you believe that?"

"If she stays with us," Kim said, and I glanced at her, "well, I
expect staying with two lesbians is going to get someone in
trouble, if not Jennifer, then Penny or me."

I nodded like I understood, but I didn't.  Kim Wells was a
lesbian too?  She and Mom had been friends forever!

"So, I'd like to know if Jennifer could stay here for a couple of
days, until things settle down, and we can work something out." 
Kim waved towards town. "I talked to Ellen a bit ago, she said it
would be up to you two."  She smiled slightly, "And that I should
understand that sleeping arrangements right now in the Ferguson
household are different than they had been because of Craig's
visit."

I looked at Jennifer, a tall thin girl, not as tall as Marsha,
but pretty tall, nearly six feet.  Pretty black hair that was
done up in a ponytail, tied tight. She looked back at me, defiant
and angry. What's to like about being kicked out, then shopped
around to the lowest bidder?

I turned to JR.  "Your call, it's okay with me," I told her.

"At least for tonight," JR said then, nodding.  "She can sleep in
the guest room."

Right across the hallway from JR and I; and I'd already noticed
we were both a little noisy during lovemaking. "Fine, then," I
said, and turned back to Jennifer.  "Welcome to the Ferguson
household, Jennifer." I grinned at her.

She met my eyes.  "Thanks," her voice was as mild as her
expression was defiant. For the first time I put together the
voice and the expression.  Not defiance; fear.  How could you get
the two confused?  I watched her for a few seconds. Because she
doesn't want to show her fear, she's covering it up by trying to
look defiant.

Kim waved to JR and the other two girls.  "You three go out to
the car and get Jennifer's things," She then waved to me.  "I
want to talk to Tom privately for a few minutes."

They left, and she looked me in my eye.  "Can we talk privately,
perhaps up in your room, for a bit?"  She asked.

"Sure."  I told her, and then led the way upstairs, curious as
hell.  I walked into my room, then Kim came along behind me and
closed the door. Again, I was really curious.

"Ellen and I didn't have much time to talk this weekend," she
said without preamble.  "She did tell me that you and Joanna had
gotten together."

I tried not to show surprise. Was I the only person in the family
who didn't talk to everyone else about who I was sleeping with?
The next thing she said seemed to confirm it.  "And now Penny has
been with you; a little surprise, but I'm glad she's no longer
going with Roger... I never liked him."

I nodded, not at all sure now what I wanted.  Why was everyone
talking about this stuff?  For sure it was going to get out, and
there would be hell to pay.  And I'd told JR about Marsha... was
that going to go all over too?

Kim smiled at me, shaking her head.  "Which is why I'm here, Tom.
To explain things a little.  You got a start on it yesterday,
finding out about Ellen and Craig.  Probably figured out about
David and Shirley."  I wanted to roll my eyes in disbelief,
instead I simply nodded.

"Stop that!"  Kim said suddenly, angrily.  "You don't
understand!"

I met her eyes.  "You're right about that," I said softly.

"In college, four girls were assigned as roommates in the dorm.
Four girls drawn out of a hat.  Me, your mom, Shirley Marshall
and Keisha Jones.  Three white girls and a black girl. We were
all pretty bright; but Keisha wasn't very well prepared for
college, she'd had a terrible high school, didn't learn hardly a
thing.

"We sweated bullets, the four of us that first semester.  All
four for one and one for all four, that what our motto.  Our goal
was to get all of us through the year, come what may.

"One day, Keisha aced a math test; something she'd never gotten
close to before in her life.  I'd been helping her prepare for
that test for a week.  We were excited, happy, deliriously happy;
Keisha started hugging and kissing me... and the next thing I
knew, we were in bed, lovers," she laughed.  "And we'd just
reached our second orgasm when Shirley and Ellen walked in on
us."  She shook her head.  "Gawd!  I thought I was going to die!"
 She smiled at me, and I continued to look at her, more curious
than ever.

"To make a long story short; by the end of the term, we were all
lovers.  We took turns, spent a lot of time in bed, all four of
us. Every combination you can imagine.   Then Craig showed up for
Spring break; he smiled and Shirley decided that it was something
she just had to try.  Then me, then Keisha.  We were a little
embarrassed we'd all seduced our roommate's brother; little did
we know that Ellen had been there first, it was all a plot.

"That summer we moved out of the dorm and into the apartment
right next door to Craig... Dave was his roommate.  Their
families had more money than the rest of us, except for your mom,
and so there was just the two of them.

"Keisha thinks a guy now and then is like an appetizer at a
restaurant; a pleasant way to warm up for the real thing.  Ellen
was spending more and more time with Dave.  By the end of the
summer, Ellen was pregnant with you.  That next year, we helped
keep Ellen in school. The year after that, it was Keisha's turn
to have a baby by your Dad; she put it off until right after
graduation. I was pregnant with Penny then too; Craig is Penny's
father.    Shirley, it turns out, can't have babies the usual
way; she says being a virtual mom has advantages."

I blinked, but no longer as surprised as I'd been before.  "And
when Penny and Joanna discovered sex together, their parents had
no objections.  None."  She grinned at me, "Not even their
extended parents."

There was a short silence, and we could hear the girls across the
hall, putting things up. "Tom, when Jennifer was at our house,
she did make love to Penny twice, once she was with Joanna.
Mostly, though, she was with me."

Suddenly I understood.

As bad as it would be if people found out a high school junior
was doing it with grade school girls, it would be really awful if
it came out that Kim and Jennifer had been together.

"I'm not going to tell anyone," I told her.  "Ask anyone, I just
don't talk about other people."  Certainly a lot less than the
rest of them.

She nodded.  "I know, and I know I didn't really have to talk to
you.  But I wanted to, Tom, because it's been something we've
taken for granted for a long time, but something you should have
been told about long ago.  At least when we told Penny and Joanna
about your mom and I."

Kim saw the question in my eyes.  "Just last Thanksgiving.  It
was a mistake," she repeated, "not to tell you."

"I don't think I was ready for it then," I said honestly.

"Joanna and Penny both said you had `way more experience' than
either of them. Ellen says you almost never go on dates."

"I've had two in my life," I told her.  "Dates."  It felt like a
dentist was drilling on my head; I said it anyway.  "One time on
one of those dates, I was with a girl."

She grinned at me.  "And I've always told Penny it isn't the
amount of experience you have, it's what you make with what you
have."

I was unprepared when she stepped close, put her arms on my
shoulders and stood a foot away.  "And one day," Kim said softly,
"when we have a little time, I'd like to add to your store of
experience."

Kim leaned close and kissed me, full on the mouth.  I was
startled and surprised, but not so much that I didn't kiss back.
And quickly learned the difference between school girls and
adults when it came to smooching; the kiss was an order of
magnitude hotter than anything I'd ever imagined, much less had
done.

She pulled back, a small smile on her face.  "The girls were
right, you are an incredibly quick learner!" She glanced at the
closed door, and then sighed. "But, this isn't the time or
place."  She brushed my lips with hers again, and then stepped
back.

"What your mom and I decided was that when they get back from
dinner with Craig, I'll take him home with me, Joanna can go back
to her own room for tonight, and hopefully Jennifer won't see
anything she shouldn't."  Again Kim sighed, "Because it's pretty
certain the social worker busy bodies are going to get involved,
asking questions."

I nodded at that; I'd had a few worries about bedroom
arrangements myself.  Kim turned around and went back out,
joining the three girls, all chattering away in the spare
bedroom.  I looked at them, shaking my head.  I'd actually made
love to half the girls in that room, and Kim, Penny's mom had
more or less offered me a chance to make it three of four.  Go
for batting a thousand?  I contemplated Jennifer; decided that
maybe it might be a good idea to take things slow.

After a bit, the three moved down to the family room, while I
carried JR's stuff back to her room.  It seemed like only a few
minutes before my parents and Uncle Craig were back, then Uncle
Craig packed his things, and he, Penny and Kim left for their
place.

Mom was firm, that evening.  "I know you are a guest, Jennifer,
but even so, we have a responsibility to you as well as for you."
 Jennifer's eyes were strange, almost like she was afraid, yet at
the same time angry.  "So, in bed early, by 9 pm, you and Joanna
spend a little time on school work between now and then.  Tom's a
whiz, he's always glad to help; if he can't answer a question,
come and see me.

"Tomorrow, we'll be getting up at five thirty am to give us time
to all get ready; it's a school day. Okay?"

Jennifer nodded.

"Anything you'd like to ask?"  Mom told her.

"Joanna showed me the bathroom, where things are," Jennifer said,
her eyes on Mom.  What had Kim said?  That Mom and Kim were
lovers?  Did Jennifer know?  Was that something of concern to
Jennifer?

"I know I'm a bother," Jennifer went on.  "I don't want to make a
fuss."

"I know, dear.  There are times though, when things are out of
our control and we have to do as best we can.

"Dave called your parents a while ago, told them where you are."
Mom looked a little angry.  "They said they don't care, more or
less, or words to that effect."

Jennifer and JR studied, I studied, and my parents read. About
nine, JR and Jennifer retired for the night, and I decided I'd
retire to my room; maybe sneak a peek at Jennifer, or failing
that, do a little reading of my own.

The door to Jennifer's room was open, I glanced in, saw her
sitting on the bed, reading a magazine.  I recognized it as one
of my dad's Economists, a really boring news magazine from
England.  She was wearing a long flannel nightie, and looked up
when she saw me go by.

I smiled at her, and went into my room; wishing she'd been nude
had been pretty lame, I thought.  Pretty lame.  When you've just
gotten kicked out of your family, are in a strange house with
people you don't know... you don't need some lame guy staring at
you, particularly if you were gay.

I decided that I was tired, and that I wasn't going to get to
sleep with JR tonight after all.  In fact, today had been a
pretty dry day, when it came to sex.  I tossed my clothes in the
hamper, except for my jockey shorts, turned off the lights and
crawled under the blankets.  If I hadn't had any luck elsewhere,
I thought, I'm going to entertain myself.  The weekend had given
me plenty of material, and a full grown woman had told me I was a
good kisser, and that she wanted to make love with me... that and
I had a pretty girl sleeping across the hall... who knew what I
might see tomorrow morning at shower time?  I squashed the lame
thoughts once again.

I took my erection in my hand and started stroking it; I laughed
after a second. In three days I'd been spoiled by three different
girls giving me blowjobs!  I was contemplating that when I heard
a soft sound.  I jerked my hand away, looked up at the door.

I saw a dark shape there, one who closed the door behind her,
before she came close. Jennifer said quietly, "You're awake,
aren't you?"

"Yeah."  I was tongue-tied; my imagination doing all sorts of
things, all resulting in my erection growing even more erect.

She walked close to the bed, then stopped a few feet away.  "I
was talking to Joanna earlier."  She paused for a second.  "She
told me that last night the two of you slept together."  She
stopped again, "Not like, making love, just slept. You put your
arm around her, hugged her, and slept."

"Yeah," I replied, still not sure what to say or do.  Was my
sister crazy?

"She said, if I were to ask, you'd do it like that with me too.
Just put your arms around me, hug me.  No sex."

"Sure," I told her, mentally wincing.  What was Jennifer going to
do when she found out I was hard?  Freak out?  I meant what I
said about leaving her alone.

"It would mean a lot to me," she said quietly.  "More than you
can imagine."

I mentally crossed my fingers.  "Jennifer, sure.  But... well, I
have a hard on. I mean, I won't do anything, but I wanted you to
know."

Jennifer was silent for a second; then I heard something like a
giggle. "Joanna says I can trust you; you promise?"

"I promise," I told her.  "I just can't help it about..." I
sighed.

She giggled a little louder. "You're a boy."  With that, she
climbed in my bed, snuggled down next to me.  At least she was
still wearing the flannel nightie, and there wasn't much
flesh-to-flesh contact.  I put my arm around her cautiously, not
wanting to inadvertently put my hand someplace where it wouldn't
be welcomed.  Like with JR, she took my hand in hers, pulled it
around to her stomach, and held it there.

Unlike JR, she wasn't as eager to cuddle back against my boner,
and I didn't press it, as it were.

"Thank you, Tom," she said in a soft voice, and I applied a
little pressure with my arm.

"Any time, Jennifer."  Her fingers lightly pressed mine, then
like JR the night before; she was asleep in an instant.

I laughed at myself. If nothing else, I can make a career out of
cuddling girls to sleep.  I seemed to have a real knack for it. 
At least it wasn't as much of a temptation to move my hand to cup
one of Jennifer's breasts as it had been with JR last night.  Or
scooting an inch or two closer and nestling my hot rod in the
crack of her butt.  I sighed, went to sleep.

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