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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, mf, pett, fant, con.
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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Friday, March 22, 2002
JR did not come to check on us the next morning; Jenny got up
with me at the alarm, vanished into the bathroom by herself. I
followed shortly, then a simple breakfast with everyone
bright-eyed and smiling around the table.
Mom stopped me before I left the table. "You're going to the
basketball game tonight?"
"Yes." I looked at JR and Jenny. "I promised I'd take JR,
Jenny and Penny. The girl I'm going with asked if she can take
her sister. She's a freshman. Shannon's sister, I mean."
Mom nodded. "And the dance after?" I nodded. "You will be
home by midnight, ok?" Again I nodded emphatically. "Earlier
would be better." No problem, I thought to myself. I'd made it
clear to the others that I was on a date with Shannon; both JR
and Jenny seemed okay with it.
At lunch, Shannon joined me again; again I didn't see Tony or
Sue Ellen. Finally, just a bit before the end of the lunch
period, Sue Ellen walked by. "Sue Ellen!" I called and she
smiled at me and came over.
"Where's Tony?"
Sue Ellen's expression didn't change, but something behind her
eyes did. "There's a team meeting. Last night, too." I got the
distinct impression it was time to change the subject.
"You and Tony will be at the game tonight?"
Sue Ellen shrugged. "Yeah."
"See you," I said, confidently. She nodded, turned and walked
away. Unless I was wrong, she was pissed at something, but not
something having to do with me. Did she and Tony have a fight?
I wasn't sure, I hoped not.
Again I picked up JR, Jenny and Penny after school, and we all
went to our house. All three wanted to get ready for the
evening, not anything else; we studied for a bit after we got
home, then showered and dressed, then a hasty dinner.
At six, I was at Shannon's, and she came out with her sister,
Elizabeth. Elizabeth was red-haired, shorter than Shannon, less
talkative than all the rest of us combined.
As I expected, though, the addition of two more passengers into
Mom's venerable hand-me down Camry that I drove, exceeded the
camel's load limit.
Shannon got into the front seat; there was nothing for Elizabeth
to do but sit on someone's lap in the back. Jenny was tallest,
so her lap was where Elizabeth got to sit.
We got to the game, and we'd only been there a few seconds when
Tony appeared. "Have you seen Roger Parker?" he asked and I
shook my head.
"If you see him, find me. Or one of the team." I looked at
him, curious. Tony's expression was bland, unhelpful.
"Sure," I told him.
"Sue Ellen might need a ride home tonight, after. Could you?"
"Sure, Tony."
On the ride to the game, we had been six in the Camry, and
Shannon's sister had to sit on Jenny's lap. One more? If it was
Sue Ellen, I was going to have to relegate Penny and JR to
sharing. I mentally crossed my fingers. That would be a crowded
back seat... What if JR and Penny got frisky? JR had said Penny
wasn't in a very good mood, what if Penny didn't want someone
sitting on her lap?
The girl's basketball team won handily; there was a lot of
shouting, applause and everyone had a good time. The boys stunk,
lost badly, were bad losers and there were several small fights.
We didn't quite boo, but there was no applause, no shouting, and
no good time.
The dance started and I took Shannon off for a spin, remembering
last week and Marsha. Shannon was far, far more sedate than
Marsha had been. We danced three times, and then I danced with
JR, then Jenny. Penny was in a surly mood, wanting to be left
alone; even JR and Jenny were careful to be polite to her.
It was, I thought, entirely because of 'that time of month.'
I'd heard a thousand jokes about it; never really been sure when
any girl was suffering from that in particular. In it's own way,
it was educational.
I'd come back with Jenny and was talking to the others when I
felt Jenny's eyes widen. I looked up, saw Roger and two other
guys coming closer; one looked older than the rest. A faint
resemblance to Jenny. The last was Keith Driscoll, a senior who
loved to bully anyone he could, particularly girls.
"I want to talk to my sister," the older guy said.
So, this was Jenny's brother. Well over six feet, dark.
Darker, even, than Jenny. His expression told me all I needed to
know.
"Get lost," I told him, standing up, putting myself between him
and Jenny. "She doesn't want to talk to you. Not ever again."
Roger moved past me, towards Shannon. "Want to dance?"
"Get lost, creep!" Shannon said with heat.
Roger was unfazed, turned to JR. "How about it? You were a good
fuck the other day, really good." It was clear to me he was
deliberately ignoring Penny. From the look on Penny's face, she
was very angry.
"And you were an asshole," JR told him to his face, loud enough
for several people to turn our way.
"Please, we don't want any trouble," I said, still mild. "Why
don't you guys just haul on out of here?"
Roger started to say something to Penny, but abruptly Tony was
there, right in Roger's face.
"Parker!"
Roger looked at Tony, and then smiled at Tony in a way that told
me that in a second, Roger was going to get decked.
"You hit on Sue Ellen the other day!" Tony told him. I goggled
in surprise; Roger had a death wish!
"You hit on Janey Sussman, Melinda Lopez, Susy Gonzales, Emily
Suderman, Gloria Rodriquez!" A list of names known to me;
girlfriends of the football team starters or cheerleaders. "They
all told you to get lost. Evidently you don't know how to do
that," Tony continued.
Roger smirked and gave Tony the finger.
Tony smiled then. "Lucky you, me and some friends have decided
to teach you what it means to get lost."
There had to have been a signal; I didn't see it. It was like
magic; all of a sudden two dozen of the football team appeared,
crowding around Roger, separating him from the others. Our
basketball team might be puny, but the football team had been
city champions once in three years, went to state a couple of
times as well; they were all large guys, and no one, no one at
all was slow getting out of their way. A moment later the group
had moved outside, Roger in their midst.
I looked around; Jenny's brother and Keith Driscoll had
vanished. Now that was no surprise! No one, no one sane anyway,
messes with the entire football team!
The dance sputtered on for a few minutes; most people decided
they had other, more important things to do.
Sue Ellen appeared. "Tony said you'd give me a ride."
"Sure, but you're gonna have to have someone sitting on your
lap," I told her.
Sue Ellen looked at the group of girls, laughed. "Tom Ferguson!
I do believe you have a harem!"
"Tom's the harem guard," Jenny said. I don't know if anyone
else noticed that Jenny wasn't kidding, her voice hard.
"And good at it!" Shannon agreed. From the tone in Shannon's
voice, I could tell Shannon had noticed what Jenny had said and
how she'd said it.
"How about we go over to my place?" Sue Ellen said. "Like
usual, my parents are out. Dad got a DVD of Robin Hood, Prince
of Thieves today, we can watch it."
I blinked, remembering last Friday and Marsha. "How long is
Tony going to be?" I was a little smug, not thinking about it.
Sue Ellen smiled, not a nice smile. "Roger pissed us off. And
that's really pissed off the guys! Tony said, maybe tomorrow
afternoon." I blinked; Penny and Shannon laughed, then the
others. "Going to get him really, really lost," Sue Ellen added,
and we all smiled again. Good grief! The better part of a day?
Where could they get in ten, twelve hours?
The dance was essentially over, and it was just a little past
nine. We gathered our stuff, and we drove over to Sue Ellen's.
I didn't pay much attention to the seating, just enough to know
that Shannon was still riding shotgun, JR was sitting on Sue
Ellen's lap, Elizabeth, Shannon's sister, on Jenny's and Penny
was by herself.
I was a little surprised that the seating didn't change in Sue
Ellen's family room. It was set up as a home theater; the sound
and picture of the movie were almost theater quality, really
cool! JR was sitting next to Sue Ellen on a couch, the two of
them talking. Jenny and Elizabeth on another couch, Shannon and
I together on what was, I thought, a love seat; designed for two,
not three. Penny was sitting by herself on the floor, a few feet
from Jenny.
Almost at once, Penny leaned her head down, asleep I was sure.
After a bit, Sue Ellen said something to JR, and the two of them
got up. I thought they were after drinks, but they didn't
return.
I'd been sitting with my arm around Shannon, and after a bit, we
started kissing. I'd had a week to get to know about kissing;
I'd not rate myself as all that expert, no matter how good the
reviews had been. Still, I wasn't an amateur any longer, either.
I was careful, considerate, and didn't push it with Shannon.
Even so, after a half hour of the movie, there was just her in my
private universe, no one else.
At one point, Shannon pulled away, and looked around. I did
too; the only one left was Penny, and she was obviously sound
asleep. Shannon looked at me and kissed me lightly. "I'm not a
virgin," she said in a low voice.
"Neither am I," I replied.
"That said, I don't sleep with every boy I date," she
continued.
I decided to say nothing; I'd only slept with one girl I'd
dated; the rest were rather ad hoc.
"Shannon," I said to her, wanting nothing more than honest. "Put
me alone in a room with the ugliest girl in school and I'd be
hard. I'm a guy." Shannon looked at me curiously. "I wouldn't
sleep with the ugliest girl in school, nor the most beautiful:
not unless she wanted to be with me and I wanted to be with her.
"I like you, but I don't know you that well yet," I told her.
"Well enough to do this," Shannon murmured, kissing me again,
this time using her tongue.
I moved my hand, lightly brushed her breast. "How about well
enough to do this?" I asked her. "But nothing you don't want.
Not ever."
She pulled back, looked into my eyes. "I do believe you mean
that."
I'd never talked about personal things of others before;
suddenly I found I wanted to. "Shannon... " She met my eyes.
"There's something I want to tell you."
I nodded towards the door where Jenny and Elizabeth had vanished
earlier. "Jenny has moved in with us. Her parents are
indifferent towards her. Her brother is scum."
"Sam?" Shannon asked and I nodded. "God, he gives me the
creeps! I can't imagine having him for a brother!"
"It was bad," I told her as simply as I knew how. "Jenny's
never had anyone in her life care for her, to look out for her.
Shannon, Jenny and I sleep together. Just sleep," I added
hastily.
I saw her eyes widen, then focus on me. "What do you mean, you
sleep together?"
"No one in Jenny's entire life, up until lately, has wrapped
their arms around her, told her she was loved, kept her safe.
Jenny is in a lot of ways as much a sister to me as JR." Oh
yeah! I sighed to myself. "I hold her, tell her I care about
her -- as a sister."
Shannon was silent for a while. "I've never had a boy tell me
to my face that he was sleeping with another girl."
"Sleeping as in," I snored theatrically; Shannon giggled.
"Twice you've stood up to Roger. This last time, Sam and Keith
as well." She shook her head. "God! I can't believe I ever
dated Roger! Just for two and a half weekends, last fall. The
worst mistake of my life!"
"Mistakes can happen to anyone. Roger talked his way into my
sister's panties. And she doesn't like guys that much. When
Penny broke up with Roger, he started bad-mouthing both of them.
That's when JR told everyone that she and Penny had gotten back
together because Roger couldn't keep even one of them happy."
She looked at me. "Do you suppose that was it? What made Roger
start hitting on the football team's girlfriends? He wanted to
show he was adequate?"
"Boy!" I exclaimed, "That would be a major, major mistake." I
laughed, remembering. "Was a major mistake."
Shannon nodded. "I suspect, about now, wherever Roger is, he's
realized that."
We kissed again; after a bit I started to stroke her breasts.
Shannon kissed back with more fervor, and for quite a bit of time
we did just that. It was interesting, I thought to myself. I've
spent more time playing with Shannon's breasts than with any
other girl's. I've kissed her longer now, than anyone else, too.
Always before kissing and touching had been steps on the road we
were traveling, a way point on the journey. With Shannon, I
realized that this was the journey, and I contented myself with
that.
Abruptly, there was simply the hiss of static on the TV; the DVD
had finished and ended. I blinked, and as if on cue, Sue Ellen
reappeared with JR. "It's late, Tom," JR said quietly. I looked
at her, contemplated if I could possibly be imagining it, or had
JR made love with Sue Ellen? I wasn't a hundred per cent sure,
but the 99% left me uncomfortable.
JR vanished and in a bit Jenny and Elizabeth appeared; of all of
us, those two looked the least rumpled. Penny hadn't wanted to
wake up, but she did, nonetheless, at JR's urging.
I drove Shannon and Elizabeth home, and walked them to their
front door. Elizabeth vanished inside without a word.
For a moment, Shannon stared after her sister. "Elizabeth,"
Shannon said quietly as we stood in front of the darkened house,
"is like the smartest person on the planet. An IQ so high, they
can't measure it." I blinked, wondering what it would be like to
be that smart. "I can't believe she was with your friend."
"Jenny wouldn't do anything that Elizabeth didn't want," I told
her seriously. "I'm as sure of that as I am that the sun will
rise tomorrow."
Shannon raised an eyebrow. "Your sister and her friends aren't
exactly the straightest arrows in the quiver."
"I don't think Jenny would bother your sister," I told her,
repeating myself.
"Elizabeth is a big girl; I was just surprised." She leaned
close, kissed me lightly me on the mouth. After a second, my
hands returned to her breasts.
Shannon giggled, moving them away. "You were very well behaved.
Doing anything tomorrow evening?"
I shook my head.
"Come for dinner, around six. We'll find something or other to
do, afterwards." she told me. "My parents will be going out."
I met her eyes; there was no doubt in my mind that Shannon was
either the worst tease on the planet, or that tomorrow I'd get to
know her a whole lot better.
"Fine with me," I told her.
"Are you going to sleep with her, tonight?" Shannon waved
towards the car where JR, Jenny and Penny waited.
"Probably, but just sleep with, not make love to."
Shannon looked at me, sighed. "I think I'm crazy. Good night,
Tom."
She vanished inside, and I drove Penny home, then the rest of
us. It was just a few minutes short of midnight, a lot later
than I'd intended when we came in the front door.
JR hugged me. "Tomorrow, Tom!"
Jenny and I went up to our rooms. Instead of going into her
room and putting on a nightshirt, she stood in my room and
undressed completely, before she slipped into my bed. In spite
of the fact that Jenny was completely bare, I left my jockey
shorts on before I climbed in next to her. Like last night,
Jenny faced me, letting me wrap her up in my arms.
"I love you, Tom."
"I love you too, Jenny," I told her.
"Elizabeth..." She bit her lip. "All we did was talk."
I shook my head. "You don't have to explain yourself or justify
yourself to me. Never."
"She's even more unsure than me. Boys scare her. Girls too!"
Jenny sighed, "She's so bright, so smart! All her life, people
never let her forget it!" Jenny was silent for a moment. "She's
a lot like me; all messed up."
"You are not," I told Jenny, hugging her tightly, "messed up.
Hurt, yes. If you broke your arm, it would take a while to mend.
If you get sick, it takes a while to get better. Your family is
the worst case of the flu, ever!"
Jenny blinked, then giggled. "You are so cool, Tom Ferguson!"
She squeezed me tight. "God, I wish you were a girl."
It wasn't hard to read between the lines. If I was a girl, we'd
be doing it. Jenny leaned close, and like before, we kissed.
This time she was very tentative, as if she was more nervous than
ever. We did this for several minutes, before Jenny pulled back
a bit.
"Sometimes, Kim and I would play games in bed," she said in a
faint whisper. "We'd pretend to be two different people,
meeting, getting to know each other. Seducing each other. Kim
calls it role-playing."
I'd played D & D a couple of times, Magic more often. I didn't
think this was the same thing.
"Tom..." Jenny's voice was very faint, "Tom could we play
pretend? That I'm Elizabeth and you're me? Could you pretend to
seduce me? Do the things with Elizabeth that I wished I could
have? Just that? Nothing else?"
In other words, kiss and touch Jenny, going down on her. Making
her come, but not reciprocated. Hadn't I done that very same
thing with Penny? Well, not quite the very same thing, but I'd
been told that I could eat her out, and I did; and it wasn't
until she came back from looking in on JR and Roger that we'd
done it. I hadn't expected that; welcomed it, but not expected
that. Could I do this with Jenny? Because I was certain it
wouldn't turn out the same way as it had with Penny.
I reached out and stroked Jenny's face. "You're a very pretty
girl, Elizabeth. I'd never do anything to hurt you. I won't do
anything you didn't want me to." I kissed her gently, and she
kissed back a little more animatedly.
"Call me Beth," Jenny said softly, "I like you, Jenny. You're
really nice. Really nice."
I kissed her again, this time I boldly brought my hand up and
lightly stroked one of the most perfect breasts I'd ever seen;
that I'd been wanting to stroke now since the first time I'd seen
them. "You are so beautiful, Beth, the most beautiful girl in
the world!" I concentrated on her nipple, which perked right
up.
"I... I... I've never been with anyone," she said softly, "but
I want to be with you, Jenny."
For the next few minutes I stroked her breasts, kissing her,
gradually raising the warmth of the kiss until I put my tongue in
her mouth; a tongue that Jenny welcomed fully, kissing me back as
passionately as I was kissing her.
I looked down at those beautiful breasts, gleaming in the faint
light of my room, found I hungered for them more than I had
imagined. I bent down, sent my tongue questing after one of her
hard tips, and then sucked it, and most of her breast, into my
mouth. I shifted attention to her other breast, and Jenny
murmured, "Oh Jenny! That feels so good! Don't stop! Oh,
please don't stop!"
So I didn't; in fact I started stroking her body with my
fingertips, long slow, languid moves from her hips to her
breasts, her sides, across her tummy, dipping lightly into her
belly button.
I felt Jenny's legs move apart, and her hands caressed my head
gently as I continued to pay homage to her beautiful breasts.
"Touch me, Jenny! Oh please, touch me!"
I figured that there was just one place she was likely to be
talking about, so I stroked down, trailing my fingertips lightly
across her pussy, down between her legs, touching the warm skin
of her inner thighs, then coming back up, moving between her
pussy lips, finding the tip of her clit. I brushed it, putting
deliberate pressure on it, then back again almost at once. "Oh,
Jenny!" she cried. "That's it! Oh that's so good! Touch me
there! Love me, Jenny!"
I rubbed slowly, gently, enjoying the sensations running through
my fingers, through my whole body. I looked at Jenny, her eyes
closed, smiling and sighing with pleasure. Was this what women
loving other women felt? Why was this different than what a man
did with a woman? Sure, I had an erection that I could put in
her pussy; rub it inside her until I came...
I felt a little jolt of electricity. When I was making love to
Jenny like this, it was me making her feel good; a single person
devoted to making another person happy and joyous. When I was
stroking into a girl, I was getting off as well. Was it
attention to detail? Or just the fact that it was one person
trying to pleasure another, without seeking at that particular
moment their own pleasure? Was this way better?
I contemplated it as I stroked Jenny's clit, then I moved my
index finger inside her, finger fucking her, while my thumb
stayed busy on her clit and my tongue continued to caress her
nipples.
It's simply different, I thought. It's just a matter of how you
do it; it wasn't better than a man finding his pleasure in a
woman -- so long as he was trying to pleasure her as well. Was
that it? Too many of my peers were like Roger? Interested in
getting their rocks off, and not giving a shit about the girl? I
nodded to myself; that was it, I thought, that was it.
Having sex with someone was a beautiful thing; looking out only
for number one would spoil it for your partner if they knew you
were using them solely for your pleasure and not theirs. Sure,
right now Jenny was using me for her pleasure, but she was a
special case. Usually what goes around comes around, and at some
point maybe she'd be doing unto me what I was doing unto her. I
decided that we owed Jenny things like this, we who were her
friends.
Jenny was in her Oooh! Ahhh! stage, and I tried to match my
attention to the sounds of her pleasure, wanting more than I'd
ever wanted anything else, to make this the best loving she'd
ever had. Out of the clear blue, she said, "Use two fingers."
That didn't sound very Elizabeth-like, but I didn't care. I
found my middle finger fit inside her pussy as easily as just the
one; something I'd never contemplated before.
She suddenly pressed her hand down on mine, while lifting up
with her hips, driving my fingers deep, deep inside of her, at
the same time uttering a cry of sheer animal pleasure. I moved
up, kissing her again, calling her Beth and sweet love, and she
wrapped her arms around me and kissed me back fervently.
"Sweet beautiful Beth," I told her, looking into her eyes.
"I've touched your beauty, now I want to taste it." Her eyes
went wide, and I slid down a bit, putting the gentlest pressure
on her to move to sit on my face.
I started off licking her pussy like a giant ice cream cone,
from her clit to below her pussy hole; using my hands to pull
apart her pussy lips, I moved my tongue in to taste her. Like
JR, she was very sweet, almost no odor except sweat. I licked
the inside of her thighs, her clit, everything I could get my
tongue on. She was moving like I was a man, fucking into her
with a cock, rather than a woman riding someone's tongue, hard
strong movements. I used my tongue in the same way, pushing
against her, as deep inside her as I could reach, using my
fingers to help me, finding time to thumb her clit once again.
She came, and I simply kept on, and Jenny came again, moaning
and crying in pleasure; a third time and she was trembling,
shivering, and finally slumped down, coming to rest with her head
on my chest, and her pussy entirely too close to my blazing
erection; not as bad as this morning, but almost.
She shivered and trembled for the longest time; I was content to
simply hold her, lightly kissing the top of her head.
Jenny opened her eyes and looked at me, her face a study in
shadows and soft light. "Tom, Tom... " She said softly. "What
have I done to you?"
I laughed and shook my head. "I was the one doing, Jenny."
"You want me." I felt pressure from her leg, pressing against
my erection.
"I'm aroused, stimulated," I told her, "I can't lie about that.
I didn't do this with you so that Tom could make love to Jenny.
I did my friend Jenny a favor, pretending to be someone else."
"But you're all excited," she murmured.
"I'm not anyone else but me, myself, Tom Ferguson," I told her.
"Trust me, long before I went on my very first date, I learned
how to take care of this particular problem without anyone else
around to lend a hand." At times, a lot of times, I'd despaired
of ever having someone help. Now I'd had, and it was worth the
wait.
"You mean jack off?" she said matter of factly.
I nodded.
"My brother used to make me do it for him."
For the first time I was a little angry, "Jenny, I'm Tom
Ferguson. Not someone else. I can pretend to be someone else,
but I don't think I could ever pretend to be your brother. If I
did, I'd probably find a high cliff some place and go jump off
it."
She reached out and touched my erection. "I wish, oh how I
wish, I could do it for you, Tom." A pause, then her hand moved
away. "Oh God, Tom! I'm so sorry! I can't! I just can't!"
"And you don't have to!" I told her. I reached down and tugged
her higher on my body, getting her pussy further away from my
rigid member. "I love you, Jenny! That's it. You are my
friend, and if I can do this for you, well, I want to. But you
don't have to do anything for me, except hug me back. That's
it."
She looked into my eyes, sighed. "I love you in my own mixed up
way, Tom. I do."
I kissed her forehead. "I know, Jenny. And if one day you feel
like making love to me -- that's fine. But it will be your
choice, in your own way, in your own time. And if you want me to
pretend to be Mother Teresa or anyone else, I'm there for you."
A few minutes later, Jenny was asleep, beside me. I reached
down and spent a few minutes bringing myself off, and if I had my
own thoughts of who I was doing it with... that was my business.
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