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Subject: {ASSM} Girl Fag - (new) Chapter 13 by Rachael Ross
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Copyright 2004 Rachael Ross all rights reserved.

Please see chapter one for story codes and important background
information. I strongly suggest you do not read this chapter without
first reading the first twelve chapters.

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Girl Fag
by Rachael

Chapter Thirteen



Have you ever had a moment of clarity when suddenly everything makes
perfect sense? It's a good feeling, but it disappears fast, doesn't
it? Like when you have a good dream and for a few seconds after you
wake up it's vivid and fresh, but by the time you stumble into the
bathroom, it's gone. All you're left with is the sad knowledge that
you had it once.

That's what I had, one of those moments. I understood who and what I
was, finally it all made sense; and I knew how to tell my dad about it
too. That was important to me because, well, he's my dad. I needed
him more than ever, but until I figured everything out he was off
limits, sorta. I mean I couldn't try and explain it to him if I
couldn't even explain it to myself, right?

That was the good news. The bad news was that I had a football
scrimmage at 1:00. And that meant I had to be on the field warming up
at 12:30. And that meant I had to be on my bike and pedaling my little
round butt off by 12:15. We were just pulling into the driveway at
12:13.

So much for clarity. I couldn't tell my dad anything in two minutes!
It would take that long just to get his undivided attention. Besides, I
had to spend those two minutes grabbing some stuff for practice, like
clean underwear and a towel, those would be handy. Some socks too. And
somewhere between getting out of Daddy's truck and getting on my
bike, I forgot what I'd finally understood.

It was almost enough to make me cry.

Miss Haven wasn't at the scrimmage, which was okay. I didn't figure
she would be, since it was a Saturday and all. She probably had other
things to be doing. I wasn't sure what I'd have said to her anyway,
I was still trying to decide if getting Miss Haven and Sherry together
would be a good idea. It had seemed like it before, but now I wasn't
so sure.

Coach was someone I really wanted to talk to, but of course I
couldn't during the scrimmage. There would be way too many people
around to be talking about BDSM and all that stuff. Besides, he was
pretty busy since a scrimmage is sorta like a regular game except
it's just practice. So Coach would be trying different players in
different positions, and all the plays, even the really strange ones.
He wasn't going to have any time for me asking questions, that was
for sure. But maybe later...

"Uh, Coach?" It was halfway through the second quarter and Coach
was sort of alone, checking his notes when I decided to talk to him.

"Yeah Russet?" He barely glanced at me.

"I was wondering if um, we could talk...like after the game." I was
a little nervous, but not bad.

"Talk about what?" Coach heard a whistle and looked at the field,
staring hard under his bushy eyebrows. "Pearson! Get your ass on the
other side!" He was yelling. "Other side...that way...over
there!" He was pointing and shaking his head. "Stupid kid." Coach
went back to his clipboard.

"Uh, sort of private stuff, Coach." I lowered my voice, looking
around a little. "You know, personal."

Coach looked at me then, but I couldn't tell what he was thinking.
"Personal, huh?"

"Uh-huh, yes sir." I nodded seriously.

"You knocked up?" He grabbed my chin in his hard but gentle
fingers, tilting my head so he could see my eyes.

"N-No sir." I blinked at him.

"Okay." Coach licked his lips and looked around for a second,
letting go of my chin. "I uh, I got my special training I gotta do
and..."

"Hey Coach!" Lance was yelling, "The ref wants you!"

Coach looked over and the referee was looking at someone's helmet.
Probably a chinstrap broke or something.

"Kay," Coach nodded and looked back at me. "How bout you come by
my place round four?"

"Your house?" Coach lived just around the corner from the gas
station, in Fair Willie's old place. It seemed sort of strange, since
I didn't think I'd ever been to any teachers' house before,
except maybe to fix a car or a lawnmower or something, but that was
different. "Uh, okay."

"Good." Coach nodded and went off to see what the problem with the
helmet was.

If you believed Stan, Squinosha's only barber and local amateur
historian, Fair Willie was a real Wild West hero. I must have heard
about a dozen stories at least, and all of them 3 or 4 times over while
I was growing up. Back in the olden times before there were the modern
humanitarian methods of killing a man, people around Squinosha County
would gather up the children and pack a basket and head on over to Fair
Willie's to see justice handed out on the stump. Of course Fair Willie
was more often called "Fare Willie" since he'd get a nickel for every
eyeball that wanted to see the actual hanging, but women and children
were half price.

According to the plaque on the stump, Fair Willie was a large sort of
man, came from big stock, but he wasn't the kind you find imposing, you
know? He never crowded a fella, never pushed; hardly even raised his
voice that anyone could recall. Maybe cause he didn't have to, Willie
was the county Law, Judge, and Executioner all rolled up into one. Now
to some people nowadays that might seem kinda strange, almost
unconstitutional in a way. But I guess people back then didn't mind
so much; he got that name Fair Willie cause he just had a way of
sorting stuff out.

I thought it was sort of a good omen then that Coach just happened to
be living in Fair Willie's old house, since I really needed some help
sorting stuff out myself. The stump was still there in the front yard
and it had a plaque, like I said. Some people had tried to get it made
into a state historical site, sort of a museum or something, I don't
know. But it didn't seem like anybody else in Washington had ever
heard of Fair Willie, at least not the folks in Olympia. Or maybe they
just didn't want to spend money on some old tree stump. That was too
bad maybe, I don't know, but at least that stump was good for leaning
my bike up against.

I knocked on Coach's front door and he let me in with a little grunt
and a smile. "Want a beer or something, Russet?" He was just
wearing a pair of white shorts and a blue bathrobe that he hadn't
bothered tying closed. He looked a little damp and smelled like Zest, I
figured he must have just come from the shower.

I'd just showered too, and changed clothes so that I looked sorta
presentable. I still hadn't found a ride to Beaverton. All of my
brothers were out, which was sort of normal for a Saturday. I'd find
a ride though, I was sure, there were a lot of guys around town who
owed me a favor or two. Of course it might be that I hadn't found a
ride because I didn't really want to, since if I couldn't get to
Beaverton to see Julie, I'd spend the night with Jane. And that was
something I wouldn't mind very much either.

"A beer? Ummm..." I shrugged, "...sure."

"Good boy." Coach walked into the kitchen and I followed him. He
grabbed a Heineken for me and a ginger ale for himself, which made me
wonder a little. "Stomach problems." Coach frowned and rubbed his
stomach while I just sort of stared at him.

He was rock hard, that was for sure. I'd never seen him without a
shirt on before. His abs were serious, like a washboard except better.
He had a lot of hair on his chest too, steel grey and curly. And down
low on his belly I could see some scars, or something, three little
round spots of lighter colored skin and wondered about those briefly.

"Hey there." I was startled when another man walked into the
kitchen. He was younger than Coach, a lot younger, maybe 22 I thought,
since he sort of reminded me of my brother Steve, except for one thing.
He was wearing what looked like girl's underwear, sheer black panties
with little red roses around the waistband. I could see his penis,
thick and dark and curled up beneath the thin material.

"Uh, Hi." I took a big drink of beer. He was a good looking man,
like he ought to be an underwear model or something, and the weirdest
thing was that he had no body hair at all. Not even under his arms. But
that was okay cause he had a really nice body. He was 6'3" easy
with short black hair and his nipples were pierced too, with small gold
rings hanging from them.

"This here's my boy." Coach grinned and slapped the man on the
back as he opened the fridge, getting himself a beer. "That's
Russet." Coach said, like the name would mean something special to
the guy.

"So that's him, huh?" He smiled and looked me slowly up and down,
nodding. "He's sweet, Coach, you weren't lying." I was turning
16 shades of red. "Coach tells me you're a hell of a football
player."

I couldn't hardly look at the guy, I mean he was gorgeous, and
obviously queer as heck, and he was looking at me like...well, like I
was queer too. It was embarrassing, but only because nobody had ever
looked at me like that before and I really liked it for some reason.

"Uh, thanks." I licked my lips. "What's your name?"

"I told ya that, Russet, goddamn you gotta pay attention son!"
Coach laughed as I blushed a little more. If Coach had said his name
I'd totally missed it.

"Coach thinks my name's boy, but most folks call me Levi." He
stuck out his hand. "Levi Smith."

"Oh, um..." I was smiling and shaking his hand, doing my best to
match his strong grip, when I realized what he'd just said.
"Levi...Smith?" I asked slowly. "You're the quarterback for the
Cougs!" Like he wouldn't know that! I kicked myself for sounding
like an idiot.

"Yeah." He grinned and I felt my heart doing flip-flops. He had
green eyes, like really green eyes, and I just sorta looked at them for
awhile.

"I think he's gonna mess his shorts, boy." Coach chuckled.

"How old are you?" Levi asked me and I blinked a couple times.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" I asked him, before I realized he'd
asked me a question. And then I thought asking a guy if he had a
boyfriend was pretty damn rude when you'd just shook hands, so I
looked down quickly, really wishing I hadn't said anything.

"I told ya, didn't I boy? He don't pussyfoot around." Coach
pulled up a chair to his table and sat down.

"I guess not." Levi laughed lightly and didn't seem put off by my
directness at all. "Uh, nope, no boyfriend at the moment."

"I'm 14." I bit my lip and looked at him.

"And already a heartbreaker." Levi shook his head and looked me up
and down some more. "Coach said you busted your quarterback's
nose."

"He uh, deserved it." I took another swallow of beer, hoping there
wasn't like a quarterback's code or something that would keep Levi
from liking me.

"I heard he grabbed your ass." Levi grinned as I blushed some more.
It was really getting hot in that kitchen.

"Uh, yeah." I nodded, trying to keep my eyes from roaming across
his hard chiseled body. He was seriously built and I wondered why more
guys didn't wear lace panties, they looked great on him.

"So, if I wanna grab something I should..."

"Alright, yeah, yeah..." Coach kicked a chair out with his foot.
"Have a hunker, Russet."

"Be right back." Levi grinned at me and walked out of the kitchen,
his hard ass making my mouth water, literally.

"You like that, huh?" Coach laughed, watching me as I stared at
Levi. "He was one of my special players once, down in Walla Walla.
Biggest goddamn flirt I ever met, but sweet Jesus what a mouth on that
kid."

"He uh, he knows about me?" I looked at Coach, almost whispering.

"What? You bein' one of my special boys?" Coach smiled and looked
a little guilty maybe, but not much. "Normally I wouldn't, but I
thought maybe you might not mind so much. Anyway, that's why he come
up from Pullman. Musta drove like a banshee too."

I hadn't meant that, but I got sidetracked. "He came up just to
meet me?"

"Yep." Coach grinned. "I told him all about you, hell you're
one of the best players I've ever seen, Russet. I gotta show you off,
boy!"

"Oh." I smiled a little self-consciously. "But um, he doesn't
know I'm a girl? On the outside?"

"Hmmm..." Coach rubbed his jaw. "Not sure I mentioned that."

"Mentioned what?" Levi stepped into the kitchen smiling like he was
selling toothpaste, and he could have, believe me. He was carrying a
thick red 3-ring binder. "I thought maybe you'd like to see my
playbook."

"Not sure it matters none either." Coach said softly and chuckled.

"Uh yeah, sure." I smiled as Levi started pulling up a chair
between me and Coach. The Cougars playbook! I couldn't believe it; I
was sitting in Coach's kitchen next to Levi Smith, looking through a
real playbook like it was a photo album or something, which it was in a
way.

"Why don't you take that into the other room." Coach said, giving
me a little wink that made me smile with embarrassment.

Whatever I'd wanted to talk to Coach about, I couldn't remember
what it was. I couldn't think of anything really, except that my
mouth was hurting because I was smiling so much. Levi was telling me
about the plays and what it was like playing college ball and getting
to start in the Rose Bowl the year before. He was funny and sweet and
smart and I was hopelessly head over heels in love. This was the real
deal too, there wasn't any doubt, no fear or any of that.

"Hey." Levi said gently. I was looking down at the playbook and
when I turned my head to look at him, he kissed me.

It was like a damn broke or something, because I was kissing him back
eagerly. My hands went to his body, just exploring his smooth hard
flesh like I'd been waiting all my life to do it. His tongue was big
and thick and strong, so much different than Jane's, but I could
barely spare a guilty thought for her, every part of me was focused on
Levi.

He was touching me too and trying to pull my shirt off, over my head
while we kissed and I had a momentary attack of fear, wondering what
he'd say when he saw my small girlish boobs. We got my shirt off
though, and I breathed a sigh of relief as Levi took a good look at my
breasts and smiled.

"I was wondering if you were just teasing me." He squeezed my left
tit with his right hand, which was big enough to cover the whole thing
easily. My nipple hardened instantly, or maybe it already was hard, but
now it ached and so did the other one, even though he wasn't touching
it at all.

"Teasing you?" I breathed, sliding my hand down to his underwear,
those sexy lace panties, and finding his hard thick cock straining for
release. I squeezed it through the slightly rough material and it was
hot and heavy.

"I like boys who look like girls." Levi practically sighed, and his
hips moved a little.

"I uh..." I swallowed hard, "I am a girl." Just in case he
hadn't figured that out already, but my brain wasn't entirely
working either.

"I know." He smiled and kissed me. "That's why you're
perfect." Levi kissed me again. "The perfect..." kiss!
"...boy..." kiss! "...for me." He was sucking my bottom lip,
nibbling it gently as his hands worked at my belt and I was moving my
legs frantically, trying to kick off my boots.

His hands were all over my body and everywhere he touched me it felt
like I was on fire. I was touching him too, feeling his powerful
muscles moving under his warm smooth skin. I squeezed and pulled at his
flesh, and sometimes pushed against him too, just wanting to feel how
strong he was, how incredibly sexy his body felt under my fingers.
I'd never, ever felt so excited, and while that always seemed to be
true with every new experience, this time it was absolute. This really
was a dream coming true.

I lifted my hips as Levi worked my jeans down my thighs, my boxers too,
pulling them all down together so I could kick them off my legs. I
hadn't brought my strapon and I regretted it for a second, thinking
how much better it might have been to have a hard cock, just to give
some proof that I really was a boy inside.

"I'm sorry." I whispered.

Levi was above me as I had sprawled back a little on the soft couch,
with my legs slightly spread so he could see my bare sex, plain as day
under the sparse blonde hair that concealed nothing. I felt a little
ashamed of myself, like I had a deformity, and I wanted to cover myself
up, but I didn't. That would have made it worse somehow, I thought.

"Sorry for what?" Levi looked genuinely concerned and he reached
down, stroking my stomach.

"That I...I don't have a dick." I breathed, closing my eyes and
feeling my body flush with embarrassment.

"A dick doesn't make you a man." Levi told me, his voice soft but
a little firm too. "Didn't Coach teach you that yet?"

I swallowed hard as Levi's hand moved down, touching the swell of my
pussy. It was the first time anyone had touched me there, at least
without me pushing them away, or telling them to stop. I gasped a
little as his thumb touched my clit, hard and burning and barely
peeking from its soft sheath.

"Yeah." I nodded slowly, looking up into his face. "I think
so."

"Then don't be so hard on yourself." Levi smiled. "This..."
he slipped a finger along my vagina, splitting my labia slightly so
that a trickle of wetness spilled out of me. "...just makes you
special."

"Ohhhh..." I moaned and my body gave a little jerk as he moved his
finger back and forth. "Please..." I reached down, grabbing his
wrist and squeezing him hard.

"Do you want me to stop?" Levi asked me.

"N-No..." I panted. "I just never...no one ever touched me..."
He wriggled the tip of his finger inside me, just a little and I
thought I was gonna cum any second. "...there!" I shrieked, just a
little, as I pulled Levi's hand hard against my sex, rocking my hips
and cumming like crazy.

Levi rubbed my sex hard, with my thighs clenched around his hand. He
didn't have his fingers inside me, not very far anyway, mostly he was
just massaging my cunt with small movements, squeezing my soft pliant
vulva, and rubbing me harder and harder. I was lifting my butt off the
couch, arching my back and wriggling against the pressure. I'd never
felt someone else's hand on my pussy and it was making me crazy.

I think I came for about 10 minutes, but it felt like 10 hours and I
was crying, but I didn't know why. Levi moved on top of me, kissing
my body slowly, my stomach and breasts, my shoulders and neck, and I
had my arms around him, sighing and taking deep breaths. I kissed his
face, his cheeks and lips. He tasted my tears and smiled at me, telling
me it was okay, that everything was okay, he knew I was really a boy
and I believed him.

I felt his hard chest against mine, pressing to my small tits, rubbing
my itching burning nipples until I thought they were going to explode.
Levi's stomach too, hard and flat moved against mine and below that
I'd spread my legs around his ass and thighs, and I could feel his
penis, pulled up and out from his underwear, rubbing across the soft
swell of my sex. It was trapped between our bodies and as Levi kissed
me he shifted a little, reaching down to move himself and I felt the
smooth rounded head of his cock across the opening of my pussy.

"Are you going to..." I hitched a sharp breath as my labia was
split wide around him. "...put it in me?" I felt scared and nervous
and excited all at the same time. My heart threatened to leap from my
chest, it was pounding so hard. I'd never, ever dreamed of having sex
this way, real sex with my pussy.

"Do you want me to?" Levi asked seriously, his lips touching mine.

"Yeah..." I swallowed hard because it felt like I could barely
talk. "I...I think so."

Levi pushed against me with his hips slowly and I felt real pain as my
tight virgin sex was penetrated for the first time. His cock was huge,
I thought, it had to be the biggest cock in the world, it hurt so much.
I tensed and my legs tightened around Levi's hips. I held my breath
and closed my eyes, but I wanted to see him, I wanted to look at the
man I was giving my virginity to.

"Slow...uh...slow...please..." I tapped his back with my hands,
begging him to be careful. My pussy burned and the soft muscles inside
protested sharply as they were gradually forced to give way.

"It's okay...it's okay..." Levi was saying, over and over,
trying to relax me.

I felt him stop, finally and I thought that was it, that must have been
it. He was all the way inside and that wasn't so bad. I almost smiled
and I did relax a little, taking a few breaths and letting the tension
out of my body.

"Are you ready?" Levi whispered, staring into my eyes.

"What?" I breathed, wondering what he meant and then realizing his
cock had only gone as far as my hymen and he hadn't broken through
that barrier yet. He couldn't have been more than a couple inches
inside me, if even that far!

Levi moved, just a fraction, pressing his hard cock deeper so that I
felt a sudden ache as he nudged my cherry, just a little. "Are you
ready for this?" he asked me again.

"N-No..." I shook my head, suddenly terrified by what we were
doing. I couldn't do it, I didn't want to. I mean I did want to,
more than anything. I wanted to make love to him, to let him do
whatever he wanted with me. I wanted to just give myself to Levi
forever...But I couldn't. I just couldn't for some reason.

"Shhh..." Levi kissed me and rocked his hips, just a little and the
ache became something sharp and hot and it made me gasp loudly.

"No!" I pushed him, digging my fingers into the skin just below his
arm, trying to force him away. "Stop...please...No..." I wanted to
get away, to move myself out from under him, but I was afraid that
would just make the man go deeper.

I was almost sobbing with fear, knowing he was gonna do it. Any second
he was going to give me a hard push and split me in two, break my
virginity forever and I didn't know what that meant. I wasn't
afraid of the pain, I was afraid of not knowing what came afterwards. I
wasn't ready for it and the confused emotions were more than I could
handle.

"Come on..." Levi was fighting a little to stay on top of me, and
it wasn't all that hard for him. I was sorta strong, yeah, but he was
a lot bigger and a lot stronger, and he definitely had the better
position. "It's gonna be okay..."

I knew that was it...he was gonna do it, right then, right there on
Coach's sofa. "No!...Stop please, oh
no!...Grapes!...Grapes!...Please!..." I was yelling and kicking and
hitting his sides with my fists and then...

"Get off her, boy!" Coach had his forearm around Levi's neck, in
a headlock, and yanked him straight up and back and off of me so
quickly I wasn't sure what was going on. "Grapes means stop,
didn't I ever learn you that?"

Levi struggled for a second, but only cause he didn't know what was
going on either at first. As soon as he heard Coach's voice Levi
stopped and his body went slack, so Coach could relax his arm, but he
still kept it around Levi's neck.

I was covering myself up and crying, feeling sick to my stomach and
afraid to look at either of them. My mind was cloudy and I couldn't
think straight. What had just happened? Rape was the only real thought
I had and the word just kept repeating itself over and over in my head.
I'd been raped, I thought, and that was bad. It was bad. I was raped
and it was bad.

Coach told Levi he needed to get his clothes back on and get on back to
Pullman. He didn't yell or anything, didn't even seem real mad,
just disappointed, and that was the worst of it for Levi, I thought. It
would have been the worst for me, if I'd disappointed Coach somehow.

Levi went upstairs and Coach sat down on the couch, wanting to touch
me, I thought, just to comfort me somehow, but not really knowing how
or even if he should. "I'm sorry, Ann." Coach said gently. "I
guess you don't really know a person until you know 'em."

I was sniffling, and every time I did my body would jerk a little. I
was still naked, sort of covered with my pants and shirt. "I want to
go home." I said softly.

Levi tried to apologize on his way out, looking very ashamed and very
sad, but I couldn't look at him for long and I didn't say anything.
I just listened as he closed the front door behind him and started his
car a few minutes later. Coach went to get me a beer while I dressed,
thinking maybe a little alcohol might calm me down, and it did.

"He didn't really rape me." I told Coach, who was looking pretty
ashamed himself, although I wasn't sure why. Maybe cause Levi was his
friend and it was his house too. "Right?" I'd reached down to
feel my sex, gingerly exploring and as far as I could tell I was still
a virgin. "He didn't really do it."

"Uh..." Coach didn't know what to say and he didn't need to say
anything.

"Not really." I was telling myself. "He didn't really rape
me." I drank the beer fast and Coach wanted to drive me home, or call
one of my brothers, but I told him no, I was just going to ride my bike
and left before he could change my mind.

But I felt too sore, even though Levi hadn't broken my cherry, it
still hurt a little. That coulda been mental too though, I mean
sometimes we feel pain just cause we think we should, you know? Either
way I just walked my bike a ways, maybe half a mile or so, until I was
right by Josh's house.

Him and his mom were just sitting down to dinner when I rang the
doorbell. I hadn't really wanted to, but it was around six and I
needed a phone. I felt a little surge of embarrassment when Josh's
mom opened the door, like maybe she'd know what just happened. It was
a weird feeling and so strong it almost made me turn around and run
without saying a word, but I didn't. I just tried to smile and act
normal.

"Why, what's wrong, Scottie?" She said, first thing, and I just
closed my eyes. "You've been crying! Come in here, come on..."
She was pulling my arm and I didn't resist it. Josh's mom was
pretty old and sorta strict in an old woman's way, but she was a mom
more than anything else. She also tended to confuse me with my brother
Scott, but if I told her I was Ann, she'd start giving me a hard time
about looking like a boy.

I told her I'd had an argument with a friend, and then told Josh that
too when he came in the room, wondering what was going on. I guessed my
eyes must have been pretty red and puffy looking, cause he said I
looked like I'd got a big shot of pepper spray or something.

They let me use their phone and I called Julie first off, apologizing
that I wasn't gonna be able to make our date. I didn't say why
exactly and I really tried hard to let her know that I was seriously
disappointed. She sounded disappointed too and made me promise to call
her tomorrow. It wasn't a good phone call and I felt like crying
again when I hung up.

After that Josh's mom made me sit down and eat with them, which I
didn't want to do at all. I didn't feel very hungry for one thing,
and for another I just wanted to be alone so I could think, you know?
But I couldn't really refuse and it was pretty good, homemade chicken
dumpling soup that was real thick with meat and vegetables and while
I'm not a big dumpling fan, they were pretty tasty. But I didn't
really eat a whole lot.

Josh's mom liked to talk, or maybe she just wanted to keep me busy
listening so I wouldn't think so much about what was bothering me.
She was talking about her water heater and how it was thunking and not
making enough hot water, so I found a good excuse to leave the table
and fixed it for her. It was just a bad regulator valve that needed a
little love and some Teflon.

Fixing stuff always made me feel better and this was no different. It
was like figuring out mechanical problems in my hands helped with the
emotional problems in my head. Like put them in perspective or
something. I hadn't been raped, I decided. In fact, as far as it went
I'd been pretty willing. I'd just chickened out and Levi hadn't
understood me completely. I don't know for sure, and I never would,
but I suspected that Levi would have stopped once he really heard me.

I felt a little mad at myself actually, a little guilty I suppose, that
I'd gone that far and then quit. That wasn't supposed to happen, I
mean once you started it wasn't hardly fair, or reasonable, to expect
someone to just stop on a dime and turn around. Especially a guy, cause
boys are wired a little different from girls, and that made me wonder
about my own wiring.

I'd felt like a boy with Levi. I mean even when he was touching my
pussy and putting his cock inside me, I was just a boy with a vagina.
Like Hal Saunders, a kid in the seventh grade who had 6 toes. Well, 12
altogether, he used to take off his shoes and socks and show everybody
during recess when he was little. I didn't have extra toes, I just
had a vagina, or that's how it had seemed. Levi hadn't cared, he
was eager to have sex with me even though he was queer as a three
dollar bill. He liked boys who looked like girls and how much more like
a girl could a boy look than me? No wonder he hadn't wanted to stop.

But I had, and that made me wonder a lot. What did I care if I was a
virgin or not? If I really was a boy, then having a little extra skin
in my vagina shouldn't have made any difference at all, should it? I
oughta be glad to be rid of it, even if it did hurt, good! The more it
hurt the better, and blood too! I told myself, who cares? Like getting
a bloody nose between your legs, that's all. It hurts a little, makes
a mess, and teaches you a good fucking lesson!

I was really getting mad at myself, all those frustrations coming out
down there in Josh's basement. I banged that valve with a little
hammer, harder than I needed to and I was lucky I didn't crack it.
Stupid body. I stopped what I was doing and just sat there, wishing I
knew what I was doing. If I was gonna be a boy, what did I have to do
to stop thinking like I was a girl? And if I was gonna be a girl, even
a queer lesbian one, then what did I have to do to accept it and stop
wishing I was a boy all the time? I couldn't be both, it was tearing
me up inside.

"Oh yeah, I'm a boy who looks like a girl." I said softly to
myself in a mocking voice. "Oh, I'm a girl who looks like a boy!"
I raised the pitch of my voice, sighing and knowing I'd said or heard
those words way too many times over the past few weeks. It was getting
old and it didn't solve anything.

"I'm a girl who looks like a girl." I tried, not because it was
true, it wasn't, but just cause it was something different to try.
"I'm Ann and I'm a girl." I rubbed my nose with the back of my
hand. "I'm a girl...Hi, I'm a girl...I'm a girl too...Yeah,
I'm a girl...Of course I'm a girl..." I said it a bunch of ways,
trying to imagine myself wearing a dress with long blonde hair and
lipstick, smiling as I said it. "I'm a girl, do you want to see my
pussy?" I giggled and shook my head, wondering if I wasn't going
crazy.

"How's it going?" Josh's voice startled me as he started coming
down the creaking stairs. I blushed a little, but I knew he hadn't
heard me.

"Pretty good." I busied myself with that valve. "I'll be done
in 20 minutes."

"Thanks for fixin' this, Mom's been driving me nuts about it."
Josh squatted down close to me.

"No problem," I shrugged, "I don't mind. Just some crap in here
keeps it from working right, mineral deposits and stuff. You oughta get
a water softener."

"Yeah." Josh chuckled. "Right after I win the Lotto."

"Well, anyway, it'll work good." I gave him a little grin. "You
owe me another favor now." But I didn't really mean nothing by
that, we were friends and he grinned too.

"Hey, uh...Can I um, can I ask you something?" Josh asked quietly,
clearing his throat. "I don't want to make you mad or nothin,
it's sorta personal."

"Uh..." I licked my lips and thought about it for a second. "I
guess so, but I might not answer."

"Okay." Josh nodded. "Just um, don't get mad, okay?"

I laughed. "I'll try not to. Maybe you oughta wait til after I get
this back together."

"Maybe." Josh laughed nervously and I wondered what was on his
mind. For a second I was sorta worried he was gonna ask me out or
something. But he didn't.

"Did you, um...Did you have sex with my cousin?" He was rubbing his
neck and not really looking directly at me.

"Sandy?" I looked at him. "What, uh...Why would you think
that?"

"I sort of saw you guys, climbing out the window last week." He
coughed a little. "And she called the other day, just to say hi, but
mostly asking about you."

"So you think we..." I tried to give him a little look like he
couldn't be serious.

"She's been my cousin a long time." Josh shrugged. "I just...I
wanna know, that's all."

"You like her, don't you?" I said, suddenly sensing something
else hiding under Josh's words. It wasn't just family concern in
his face and voice, there was a little jealousy too, I thought.

"What?" Josh coughed a little. "Yeah, of course, she's my
cousin..."

"No, I mean you really like her." I smiled at him as his features
filled with guilt. "It's okay, she's beautiful and fun, you
don't have to feel bad about it."

"Yeah, but she's my cousin." Josh sounded so sad right then and I
realized he was really in love with her. Probably had been since they
were real small and had never told anyone about it, least of all Sandy.

"Well, yeah..." I started getting myself back into the water heater
so I could replace the valve. "But she's a girl too."

"Did you do it with her?" Josh wanted to punish himself or
something, I thought, or maybe he wanted to get off on it. I'd about
given up trying to figure out what got other people excited.

"What do you want to know that for?" I asked him, not really
wanting to answer Josh directly. I glanced at him awkwardly, laying on
my side with both hands under the big water tank.

"I uh..." Josh frowned a little. "I just wanna know if she's a
total lez or if there's a chance she might, you know...like me.
Somehow."

I thought Sandy was pretty much a lesbian, she'd basically told me
that she was, but who was I to say for sure? I'll admit I had a hard
time seeing her with Josh though, even if she'd been straight as an
arrow. Sandy was beautiful and Josh was, well not a bad looking guy,
but just so ordinary seeming. Like his personality just didn't
inspire confidence, you know? If I was a girl, I thought to myself, I
wouldn't go out with him. And that made me feel bad, cause he was my
friend.

I wondered if I shouldn't lie a little, just so he could keep a light
burning, but that didn't seem right either. I didn't want to be
leading him on and then set him up for a real fall later. I especially
didn't want to get blamed for anything. I worked on that valve
slowly, taking my time and wondering what the heck I was supposed to
say. They'd never taught me how to kill a friend's dreams on Sesame
Street.

"Yeah, Josh." I sighed and sat up, wiping my hands on a rag. "We
did it." I looked at him and he just shrugged, like he'd already
known, but didn't want to believe it.

"So she's completely queer." He said, like he was stating a fact.

"I don't know." I admitted. "You should talk to her, you're
friends right? Like real close?"

"Yeah." Josh scratched his head. "I just wish...I don't know.
Okay, um, thanks for telling me the truth, Ann."

I felt really bad for him. "Hey, just talk to her and don't be shy,
she's really cool. Sandy's not gonna get mad, she'll listen to
you."

"Yeah." Josh looked like a little boy sitting there under the bare
100 watt bulb above us.

"Just um, don't be crude or anything." I giggled. "Don't tell
her you want to jump her bones, just tell her how you feel."

"I wouldn't say that!" Josh glanced at me and then he actually
smiled, just a little. "But I would like to jump her bones, yeah."

I was getting all Josh's tools together, congratulating myself on not
screwing up too bad. I thought maybe there was even a little tiny
hairline chance that Sandy might somehow like Josh the same way, but I
doubted it.

"So you're a total lez too?" Josh asked me quietly a minute
later.

"Me?" I looked at him. "Uh, I don't know. I'm just a guy, so,
uh...I guess I am. Sorta."

"But you like guys too?" Josh pressed, probably thinking my answer
wasn't much of an answer.

"Some guys. Here..." I handed Josh his tools wrapped up in the rag
I'd used. "I haven't figured it out yet."

"Everybody likes you." Josh said and I wondered what that meant and
what we were talking about.

"Ummm..." I laughed. "Not everybody."

"Everybody I know likes you." Josh insisted. I was heading up the
stairs and he followed me. "What kind of guys do you like?"

"Josh." I stopped at the top of the stairs, turning around so we
were eye to eye as he stopped a few steps lower. "Are you hitting on
me?"

"Uh..." He licked his lips and it looked like he wasn't sure, but
thought maybe he was.

"We can't be friends if you're hitting on me." I told him,
deciding that I'd had enough problems with that sort of thing
already. "Besides, look at me, I'm not your type, am I?" I spread
my arms a little and smiled.

"Uh, no..." Josh looked down. "Sorry."

"It's okay, you're just thinking about your cousin too much,
that's all." I turned around and went through the door into the
kitchen, washing my hands in the sink. "Ain't there a party
someplace tonight? I feel like a party." And I did, for some reason.
I wanted to be around people suddenly.

"Yeah, Darryl's having a party in his barn. Just a couple pony
kegs." Josh nodded, dumping his tools in one of the big kitchen
drawers where he kept them. No wonder he couldn't fix anything, I
thought to myself, the man didn't even own his own toolbox!

"You wanna go check it out?" I looked at him, drying my hands.

"Sure, I guess." Josh shrugged.

"Cool, let me use your phone real quick." I grabbed it off the hook
without waiting for an answer and called home. It was only 7:30 anyway,
still real early.

"Hey Daddy? Hi, it's me, Ann..." Like he wouldn't know.
"Yeah, I'm over here at Mrs. Hoskins' house, she got a bad water
heater. Nah, just a valve, anyway...huh?...oh yeah, I ate
already...uh-huh, who called?...okay, yeah...yeah...so I'm gonna hang
out with Josh for awhile...sure Daddy...yep...Love you! Bye!"

Then I called Jane.  "Hi, it's me...yeah...what?...you were?
When...no, yeah...my dad said you called...heh...of course, yeah...you
wanna go someplace?...yeah right now...so?...I can pick you
up...we'll go to a party...yeah...out at Frick's...yeah...okay...15
minutes...do I what?...ummm...well, yeah...dress sexy?....uh, it's a
kegger, Jane...heh...okay...yeah...yes...yes...yes, I do love
you...yes...bye! 15 minutes!" I was sort of giggling most of the time
we talked.

"We gotta pick up my girlfriend." I told Josh without thinking.

"Your girlfriend?" He stared at me, but he already knew I'd had
sex with his cousin Sandy anyway.

"Um, just sort of keep all this secret, right?" I grabbed Josh by
the arm. "A real secret, okay?

"Uh, yeah, sure." He nodded. "I ain't gonna tell anybody."

So much for my fears of Jane spilling the beans about us. I hadn't
even made it through a single day and Josh already knew. But I could
trust him, I thought. We weren't best friends, but I didn't think
Josh really had a best friend, so maybe we were in a way. I just really
hoped he wouldn't get drunk and say something by accident, although
truthfully, my mood was such that I really didn't care who knew what
about me anyway. I was teetering right on the edge of something, I just
didn't know what.

Maybe I was just really tired of being so up and down all the time,
like undecided about who I was. And not just that, but I was tired of
being the town's favorite game. I felt like a topic on Jeopardy
sometimes, you know? Part of me really wanted to come out of the
closet, either as a lesbian or as a fag, although being a fag
wouldn't mean anything to anyone, since I was a girl. It would just
mean a hard time for my boyfriend because everyone would assume he was
a fag and only dating me because I acted like a guy. So no real fag was
gonna want me, and no real straight boy either, unless he had a thing
for fags, but didn't really want to be one.

I was giving myself a headache.

"Here you go Scottie, now you take this!" Josh's mom was putting
twenty bucks in my hand, sort of folded up small.

"Oh, no Mrs. Hoskins, I can't take this." I tried giving it back
to her. "You didn't call me, remember? I knocked on your door."

"Nope...nope...you fixed my water heater, you take a little something
for it, young man." And even though I asked her how I was gonna face
my Daddy and tell him I'd taken 20 bucks from a lady after she'd
fed me dinner, Mrs. Hoskins wouldn't let me give it back.

"I need gas anyway." Josh laughed and gave his mom a kiss on the
cheek. "Don't you stay up too late, Mom."

"Oh I won't." She waved him away. "You boys be good."

"She likes to stay up and watch Matlock and then she's cranky the
next day." Josh was telling me in his old F150 pickup truck. It was a
rough ride, but somehow it kept moving. Lord knows I spent enough time
under the hood of that thing, but there's only so much you can do
with bubblegum and bailing wire, and that was about all Josh could
afford.

"Hey, end of the month we're goin scavenging, you wanna come?" I
asked Josh. Scavenging was when we hit about a dozen junkyards around
the area, getting parts for stuff, looking for useful stuff. It
wasn't free, generally, but whatever we might find for Josh's truck
I was sure Daddy would cover if he came along and helped. It was hard
work, sometimes, and Josh would be tired like the rest of us, but who
knows, we might dig up some good stuff for him.

"Yeah, sure. Now who are we picking up?" He got to the only real
intersection in town, the one with the turned off streetlight hanging
over it, and I pointed left.

"Jane Hudson." I told him, "You know where she lives?"

"The Hudson Ranch? Yeah sure..." He glanced at me. "Jane Hudson
is your girlfriend?" I nodded. "She's totally killer, dude!"

"Yeah." I grinned. "She is."

"I thought she was going out with one of your brothers."

"She was." I shrugged. "I sorta stole her away."

Josh just laughed. "Oh man, I wish I was you!"

I took a deep breath and giggled, thinking Josh was really lucky he
wasn't. I wouldn't want anyone to go through the stuff I was going
through, not even for a girlfriend as killer as Jane Hudson. But I knew
my opinion on that would probably change as soon as she was close to
me. I tended to forget a lot of things when I was with someone, and I
wondered if other people had that problem too.

Jane was ready and waiting when we got to her place. It was a nice
sized horse ranch and her family made good money raising horses. I
liked horses okay, but sometimes they didn't seem to like me a whole
lot. Julie loved horses and I wondered if I couldn't find some way to
get her out here so the three of us could go riding some time. But that
was one of those ideas that could be really good, or really bad, since
I still hadn't really figured out what I was doing about Julie yet.
Or even if there was anything to figure out, for all I knew she just
wanted to be buds with me.

Jane wanted to be a lot more than just buds though. She was wearing a
short black skirt that might have been leather, except it was really
shiny, like vinyl, I guess. Above that she had a thin white blouse and
I could see her bra through it, black like her skirt and one of those
kinds with the demi-cups, so her breasts looked like they were propped
up on shelves. She had a jacket too, black leather and not shiny but
for the zippers on it. Jane must have had it zipped up to her chin to
get out of the house, I figured, or else her parents were blind. Below
her skirt she had black and red cowboy boots that came halfway up her
calves, they looked expensive, even for cowboy boots which cost a lot
for cheap ones.

With Jane's silky blonde hair loose in the breeze and her sweet smile
and bright blue eyes shining...Yeah, I forgot all about everything
else. If I'd had a dick of my own it would have been hard as a rock,
as it was I had to settle for my nipples suddenly catching on fire.

"Holy shit." Josh whispered softly, mostly cause he'd stopped
breathing when the headlights had fallen on Jane.

"Hey!" I smiled at her as I opened the door of the truck and hopped
out.

"Hi!" Jane half skipped, half-sauntered over so I could give her a
little hug, but since we were right in front of her house that was all
I did. "Hey Josh." Jane gave him a smile and climbed into the cab,
sliding over to sit in the middle as I followed her, slipping my left
arm around her shoulders and pulling the door closed with the other.

"Uh, hi, um Jane." Josh could barely talk and actually that might
have been the first time Jane had ever even noticed he was alive.

As soon as we turned around and were on the county road headed to
Darryl Frick's barn party I gave Jane a kiss, and if she was
surprised that I was doing it in front of Josh, Jane didn't seem to
care. We kissed deeply for 2 or 3 minutes before finally taking some
much needed breaths of cool air.

"I didn't think I was gonna see you tonight." Jane smiled happily
and her hand was on my thigh, rubbing me gently.

"I didn't think so either, but I didn't feel like going to
Beaverton." I shrugged.

"To see that girl?" Jane asked. "That uh, Julie?" Josh glanced
at us, but he wasn't saying anything.

"Yeah." I nodded, but I didn't feel like talking about it much
more than that. "What's with this outfit?"

I grinned and touched Jane's bare thigh with my fingers, sliding them
upward until they caught her skirt and as I pushed her hemline up a few
inches I could see the lace of her white panties. She was going to have
to be careful walking around in that, I thought, and sitting was almost
out of the question.

"Do you like it?" Jane giggled, watching my hand. "I got it a
couple weeks ago in Spokane. I didn't think I'd ever get to wear
it!"

I just laughed and shook my head, thanking God that I wasn't a girl.

"It um, looks really..." Josh was hardly looking at anything but
Jane's legs. "...uh nice."

"Thank you, Josh." Jane looked at him and smiled sweetly and I
thought Josh was just about to wet his pants.

"Hey, if anybody asks..." I waited for Jane to look at me. "If
anybody asks, you're my girlfriend. Alright?"

"Are you sure?" Jane asked and I could see her eyes widen a little
and she bit her lower lip, just a little.

"Yeah." I gave her a little kiss. "I don't want anyone thinking
anything else. You're with me, right?"

"Yes." Jane said seriously and I think she liked the idea.

I tried to say it like it wasn't really a question she could say no
to, like I was in charge, you know? But I'm not sure it came out
exactly like that. I still had a lot to learn. But one thing I knew was
that if Jane was going to a party looking like that, then if she
wasn't with someone already, she would be soon...or there'd be a
heck of a fight. And if I was serious about not caring what people
thought anymore, then this was definitely the way to do it. Walk into a
party with the hottest girl in town on my arm. I wasn't trying to be
a lesbian, I was just a guy, and if people couldn't tell the
difference it wasn't gonna be my fault.

Now all I had to do was keep from pulling a Henry and chickening out.

"What about all that uh, keeping a secret stuff?" Josh asked me.

I laughed nervously and looked at Jane in the dashboard light. "I uh,
changed my mind."

"You're kinda crazy, dude." Josh grinned. "But you got big
balls. Uh, I mean...sorry." He glanced at Jane and she giggled at
him.

"I've heard the word before." Jane told him with a grin. "And
yeah, she's got a lot of balls." She snuggled a little closer to
me. "You okay?" She whispered.

"Yeah, I'm okay." I slipped down a little in the seat, bracing my
knees on the dash so my feet were off the floorboard. "Just a little
weird."

"No, you're not." She pressed her face to my neck and gave me a
soft kiss there, tickling me. "Just remember that I'll do whatever
you want me to." Jane kissed me again, sucking my skin and biting it
a little.

I sighed and once again tried to figure out exactly what that meant.
She'd do anything I wanted. Maybe there was no exact meaning, I
thought, maybe it was just some strange abstract concept like those
stupid paintings that Picasso guy did. They could mean anything to
anybody, what did anything mean to Jane? Did it mean the same as what
it meant to me? I sort of wanted to find out and I had a lot of dumb
ideas right then, as we drove the 15 minutes it took to get to
Darryl's farm. What if I told her to give Josh a blowjob, would Jane
do it? And if she did, what would I think of that? I didn't want her
to suck my friends' dicks and I seriously doubted she'd want to do
it either. But it would humiliate her, and if that was what she
craved...

"Take off your panties." I told Jane, loud enough so Josh could
hear me clearly.

"What?" Jane lifted her head.

"Take them off." I stared at her. "Right now. Take off your
panties and give them to Josh; give him a little something for giving
us a ride tonight."

Josh stared straight ahead like he was frozen, his hands turning white
on the steering wheel and it was possible I'd embarrassed him even
more than I had Jane, but I could tell she was blushing. She sat up on
the seat and lifted her butt, sliding her hands up her skirt...

I reached up and turned on the dome light so the inside of the cab was
suddenly lit enough to see exactly what Jane was doing.

...Jane's panties were plainly visible now, small and flimsy, just a
thong really, with a lace instead of real fabric. It was completely see
through and even the thin strip that nestled deep in the valley of her
ass was nothing more than lace attached to a length of soft thin nylon.
She hooked her thumbs in the waistband and inched them down, giving me
an unobstructed view of her lightly furred sex and then her soft pink
nether lips and the small knot of flesh where her clit was hidden away.

Jane lifted her legs out of the panties carefully and one at a time and
finally held them up for me to see. She was red faced and her eyes had
a curious gleam as she breathed slowly between her parted lips. It had
been a slow performance getting those panties off, but that's exactly
what it had been, a little show for Josh and I, and Jane had enjoyed it
as much as we.

"Give them to Josh." I told Jane, feeling much more confident
suddenly.

Maybe I really was in charge and it was sort of a rush. Not just seeing
Jane like that, which would have been turn on enough, but that she'd
done it because I wanted her to. That thought was the one that had
started my stomach to tighten with pleasure. I didn't know if I could
be a dominant person like Coach or not, but if this was sort of
feelings I could get from it, then I sure hoped so!

"Here's my panties, Josh." Jane said and her voice was soft, very
shy and sexy. "Thank you for driving us tonight."

"Uhhhh..." Josh swallowed hard and took them carefully, like they
might break or something, dangling between his thumb and fingers.
"You...are ah...welcome, Jane."

He was driving slowly now, in fact we'd been going slow for the whole
5 minutes it had taken Jane to get her panties off. "The beers gonna
be gone by the time we get there, Josh." I grinned at him and turned
off the dome light.

"Um yeah..." He laughed and shook his head, pushing his foot down
on the gas.

"Was that good?" Jane asked me softly after she was once again
nestled under my arm and comfortable. "Did you like it?"

"Uh-huh." I hugged her tightly. "Did you?"

"Find out." She giggled, just a little.

"Huh?" I looked down at her.

"Feel me." She had that impish smile she wore when she was being
mischievous and I reached under her skirt as she spread her legs
slightly.

"Your wet!" I laughed softly. Jane's sex was slippery with her
juices, not a lot, but enough so I could tell she'd gotten pretty
excited.

"Wha-What?" Josh glanced over and then down to see what I was
doing.

"Eyes on the road, Josh." I pulled my hand away, avoiding her skirt
and held them up so Jane could suck my fingers clean.

This domination business wasn't that hard, I decided, in fact it was
sort of easy once you got the hang of it. Jane had gotten off on giving
her panties to my friend and now she was getting off on licking her
juices from my fingers in front of him. The girl was squeezing her
thighs together, trying to rub the slippery folds of her vagina against
something hard while she was all too aware of Josh's attention. Her
face was darkening in the dim light and I knew she was blushing again
and it made my heart beat a little harder. I started wondering what
else we could do before the night was over.

Darryl's little barn party was a lot more than a couple pony kegs. He
had a band set up outside playing loud and dirty while maybe sixty
people milled around, mostly students in their early twenties; guys who
went to the Vo-Tech in Edmons, or girls from the Nursing school over in
Wilverness. There were some high school kids too, but not that many
that I could see. Everybody was younger than 25 anyway, and older than
me, not that it mattered a whole lot.

It was ten bucks a person to get a wristband, meaning you could drink
from the kegs and eat from the Barbeque all you wanted all night long.
That wasn't unusual, most of the real big parties were sort of a
business deal for the guys throwing it, especially if they had a band
and stuff. I gave Josh another couple fives to go with the twenty his
mom had given me and paid for all of us.

There were a lot of people who knew me and a lot of people who knew
Jane and so we spent a lot of the first 15 minutes saying hello to
people and trying to get to the kegs, which were in the back of the
barn. We finally settled in an open area just outside the barn and to
the left of the big open doors, and far enough from the band that we
could talk without yelling. Josh said he'd get us some beers and I
watched him slip into the crowded barn.

The Boz was there with his girlfriend and he told me that Mark and
David were there with Sherry, someplace. Steve was there too, he said,
and so was Kyle. The Boz was pretty drunk for it being so early and he
told me he'd helped Darryl set up in return for free admission, so
he'd been drinking since about noon probably. There were bales of
dried straw to sit on, but mostly people were standing around talking
like us.

Jackie Vale was there and she was talking to Jane, since they were
friends and everything. Three other girls were there too, Michelle,
Lonnie, and Paula, who was wearing her cheerleading outfit, which
seemed silly to do to a kegger. Anyway, all those cheerleaders liked to
hang out together, I guess, and Jane was just Junior Varsity, but I
guess it didn't make a difference. Jackie was with Mike, who was
following her around like a dog after a bitch in heat, since he'd
heard about Brian hitting on Jackie at Josh's party. He was big and
cute, the quarterback of the high school varsity team.

"Hey!" Mike held up his hand for a high five. "I owe you, man!"

I slapped his hand, wondering why. "For what?"

"For layin' out that Hades punk." He grinned at me and drank some
of his beer.

"Ahhh," I shrugged, "it wasn't nothin'."

"Nah, you did me a favor. Let me know if you ever need anything,
huh?"

I wondered if he was drunk, but it didn't really matter anyway. I
couldn't think of anything I'd ever need from him, but it was
always nice to be appreciated anyway.

"Fuckin Jane is sexy tonight, ain't she?" Mike gave me a little
elbow and I decided he was drunk. "Christ!"

"Jackie looks pretty fuckin good too." I grinned, just to get a
reaction from Mike. He narrowed his eyes and gave me a wary glance and
I wondered why some guys were just assholes.

Jane was very sexy, definitely, and as she stood there talking to
Jackie the two girls were drawing a lot of attention. Like most parties
this one had about 3 boys for every girl, which isn't a real bad
ratio if you're a girl. I'd never worried about it before, being
neither a guy on the make or a girl. But it was sort of interesting to
feel real jealousy for the first time, balanced nicely with a sense of
growing pride. Jane would glance at me and smile every now and then,
and it was obvious that she had no interest in anyone else. A few guys
tried to talk to her, but she brushed them off quickly, much to my
relief. I didn't need a fight and some girls liked to see their new
boyfriends prove themselves a little.

"Here buddy." Josh had found us some beer, finally, and handed me a
16 ounce plastic cup. He had one for Jane too and she gave him a nice
smile. I wondered what Josh had done with her panties.

"I'll catch you later dude." Mike wandered off with some football
buddies that happened by and I  stood there for a second looking around
when Kyle found me.

"Hey." He smiled a little hopefully.

"Hi!" I smiled happily and I didn't realize how much I'd been
missing my friends until right then. I almost felt like hugging him.
"What are you up to?"

"Same as you!" He held up his beer and grinned. "Hey, uh I'm
sorry man, I was all screwed up and..."

"No, it was my fault, I just freaked out and..." We were both
talking at the same time and we just ended up grinning at each other.

"Anyway, everybody's cool, man, we just needed some time, you
know?" Kyle drank some beer, he was looking at Jane.

"Yeah me too." I drank some too. "I just wanna be friends again,
that's all. Even if it means I gotta fix your car again, I don't
care."

"Fix my car?" Kyle laughed. "Come on, that car is awesome now,
dude!"

"Yeah, it's awesome! Just don't change the oil, alright? You need
help with hard stuff like that." Jane was smiling at me and giving me
a look like she bored with Jackie, rolling her eyes and rocking her
head a little.

"Jane Hudson was smiling at you, dude." Kyle sounded like it was
big news and I almost choked on my beer, leaning over so I could spit a
little on the ground. "What?" He looked at me, smiling and
confused. "What did I say?"

"Jane." I said loud enough so she could hear me over the din of the
band and all the people trying to talk. "Come here." I jerked my
head a little.

"What are you doing, man?" Kyle was in for a real surprise and I
was enjoying it.

"Hi!" Jane smiled at me and put her arm around my waist like it was
no big deal. "Thanks, Jackie just goes on and on..."

"Jane this is one of my best friends, Kyle." I grinned at Kyle.
"This is my girlfriend, Jane."

"Wha...huh?" Kyle's mouth fell open.

"Hi Kyle, I've seen you around school." Jane gave him a little
smile and took a little sip of beer.

"Uh, yeah, hi...I've seen you too." He blinked and swallowed.
"Since like I was in the third grade." He said, and it was
something that probably only made sense to Kyle right then. "You, uh,
you're in my astronomy class."

"Oh, right, okay." Jane giggled and nodded, but it was obvious she
had never noticed Kyle in her class and I felt a little sorry for my
best friend. Jane looked around the crowd, "Sherry's over there,
I'm gonna go say hi."

"Okay." I nodded and Jane gave me a little kiss on the ear.

"Oh, man that's..." Kyle watched Jane's ass move under her
tight skirt for a long moment and then looked at me. "That's just
ill, dude! You mean she's really your girlfriend? Like a girlfriend
girlfriend?" I was just nodding and smiling and sipping my beer.
"No wonder you dumped me." And he laughed so I'd know he was
kidding. "I thought you were a fag, dude?"

"I am a fag." I grinned and a couple guys I didn't really know
sort of looked at me funny. It was sorta crowded there. "I just
happen to have a hot girlfriend too."

"No shit." Kyle was really making me laugh. "You um, kiss her and
everything?"

"Yeah." I nodded seriously. "Especially the everything." And
then I laughed again because Kyle looked at me like I had to be crazy.

"I need a girlfriend, man." He drank the rest of his beer in two
big gulps. "You gotta hook me up, man, please!"

"Ahhh...I don't know, Kyle." I shook my head.

"Come on, just tell me how you do it, okay?" He sounded desperate
and I laughed.

"You're just buzzed." I told him, "Call that girl from the
arcade, that Denise chick, she was cute."

"Yeah, but she's not hot." Kyle laughed. "Her friend was hot
though, ummm..."

"Julie." I nodded, but I wasn't going to suggest Kyle call her,
even though I probably should have. "Yeah, she was sorta hot."

"Yeah, that was her name." Kyle glanced at me.

"What?" I took a little drink from my cup.

"Denise told me that Julie was asking about you the other day."

"So?"

"So, like she was interested in you." Kyle shook his head. "You
um, you ever talk to her?"

"Julie?" I drank a little more wondering if there weren't some
way to change this subject quick.

"Yeah."

"Uh, yeah, sorta." I admitted a little guiltily, although I had
nothing to feel guilty about except the fact that Kyle couldn't get a
girlfriend it seemed.

"Sorta?" He stared at me.

"Yeah, um..." I shrugged. "I'm gonna take her out, kinda. We
were gonna go to a movie tonight but I couldn't get a ride to
Beaverton."

"Fuck!" Kyle lowered his head. "I knew it, man. God, what is it
with you?"

"What do you mean?" Some people were sorta watching us and I was
feeling a little pissed, actually.

"What, like one girl isn't enough? You gotta have two?" He was
blaming me for having a girlfriend now? "And they're like the
hottest girls I've ever seen in my life? That Julie chick wasn't
just sorta hot, dude, she was freakin' hot."

I wasn't sure what he was accusing me of, or why he was doing it, but
I was just about done with him. "Look, it isn't my fault, man..."
I started trying to explain.

"You're a freakin girl, for Christ's sake!" He practically
yelled.

"You're drunk, Kyle." I shook my head. "Give it a rest,
okay?" I tried to grab his shoulder in sort of a friendly gesture,
but he shrugged me off.

"Whoa, negative waves dude!" The Boz gave Kyle a little push, which
was sort of a big push since The Boz is pretty big, like 300 pounds or
something. "Look who I found."

"Hey sis." Steve was right behind him, holding a beer in one hand
and leading a tall young woman with the other. He looked at Kyle who
was mostly looking just confused. "What's up Kyle, you feeling
okay?"

Kyle just turned around and left us and I sighed heavily. "He's
just drunk, I think." But Kyle had hurt me again and I didn't know
why, or maybe I did know why, because I had a girlfriend and he
didn't. Maybe two girlfriends, either one of which he'd have given
his left nut to be with, and I wasn't even a boy. What really made me
mad though was that Kyle was a really cute guy and he could get a
girlfriend easy. I knew that Denise girl liked him, so if he had a
problem it was his own fault, not mine.

"Hey, Steph, this is my sister, Ann. This is Stephanie; she goes to
the Vo-Tech with me." Steve introduced me to the girl. She was cute,
like all of Steve's girlfriends, and would probably last a month,
maybe more; before he sort of stopped calling her, like he did all of
his girlfriends. She was friendly and blonde and had big white teeth,
she reminded me of Hillary Swank, sorta.

"Your sister?" Stephanie sort of raised her eyebrows and smiled,
like it was a joke maybe.

"Half-sister." I said seriously, feeling one of those rare moments
when I was actually really clever.

"Half?" Steph was easily confused, I could tell. I dropped my
estimate down to 3 weeks tops.

"Yeah, half the time I'm his sister." I grinned and considered a
couple really good punch lines. Lover would have gotten a good gasp, I
was sure, but I went with the obvious one. "The rest of the time
I'm his brother."

"Oh." Stephanie didn't quite know what to say.

"Uh, yeah." Steve gave me a smile, but his eyes were a little
confused, maybe even concerned, since I was probably pretty upset over
Kyle.

And I was.

"Hi, hey, everybody's here." Jane slipped behind me and then to
my right side, putting her arm around my waist. She'd brought Sherry,
Mark, and David over with her.

There was a rather long and confusing bunch of hellos and introductions
as everyone greeted me and Steve and then Stephanie, who Steve
introduced, and The Boz, who was still there. Poor Stephanie's head
must have been spinning, especially since Jane was whispering in my ear
how much she wanted to have sex.

"I want you to fuck my brains out." Jane breathed into my ear and
there was something about her when she was so lewd that really turned
me on, not just right then, but all the time.

I slipped my hand down the back of her left thigh and then under and up
her skirt, fingering her sex gently and finding that she was seriously
wet. I guess there was something about walking around in a crowd of
people wearing nothing underneath her mini-skirt that Jane liked.

"Oh God." Jane whispered and her knees went a little weak for a
second. She was looking behind us as she pressed her mouth to my ear.
"Everyone can see what you're doing...uhhh..." She bit my earlobe
as I pushed two fingers inside her, wriggled them just a bit, and then
quickly pulled them back out and away from her sex. I put my arm around
her shoulder, keeping my fingers loose and off her jacket.

I knew the back of her skirt was still bunched up a little, exposing at
least some of her ass if not all of it, although I couldn't tell how
much. There were probably a dozen people, guys mostly, but some girls
too, who had clearly noticed and we could hear them talking and
giggling. In front of us my brothers were all talking with Sherry and
Stephanie, and I was pretending to listen and nod.

"Clean my fingers and I'll let you fix your skirt." I told Jane
softly and she rewarded me with a weak moan and a shiver. "Go on, or
I'll walk you around like this for an hour."

Jane turned her head away from my neck, and I brought my fingers to her
mouth so she could suck them between her soft red lips, her face
turning pink with humiliation as she tasted her own juices in public.

"What is she doing?" Stephanie asked no one in particular, in a
tone suggesting that whatever it was Jane shouldn't be doing it and
maybe someone should even stop it.

"Cleaning my fingers." I laughed, like what else did it look like?
I was in a seriously bitchy mood all of a sudden, I realized, and I
didn't know if I was taking my frustrations with Kyle out on Jane, or
on the people around us.

"Oh." And everybody pretty much stopped talking at that point and
watched for a minute or so until I was satisfied and Jane was ready to
crawl into a hole and cum.

I pulled my fingers from her mouth, squeezing her shoulder so she'd
know she could fix her skirt and Jane did it quickly, looking down and
shivering just a little. It was pretty obvious what Jane was doing and
I just smiled, keeping her close against me.

Steve stared at me like I was crazy, but didn't say anything. Mark
and David giggled and thought it was pretty funny. The Boz was a little
confused, I think, but he was pretty drunk. Stephanie was shocked
beyond words, and had moved a little closer to Steve; maybe afraid
I'd do something like that to her next. And Sherry, she just smiled
at me, like she knew I could do it all along.

I spotted Josh and caught his eye.

"I think I'm gonna take Jane for a walk now." I grinned and left
them all there, walking with Jane between people and back towards
Josh's truck, which was parked in the field next to the barn with
about 30 other cars and trucks. More people were pulling in, as these
keggers really didn't get going until 10 or 11 at night and then they
went til morning usually, or until the beer ran out.

"What's up, man?" Josh caught us close to his truck.

"I think we're gonna split, you okay here?" I asked him.

"Yeah, sure. A couple guys from my crew at the mill are here. You
need a ride?" He was digging in his pocket for his keys.

"How bout we just borrow your truck? Jane can drive." I nodded
towards her. "Is that cool?"

"Yeah, sure I guess so." Josh was nodding. "Here..." He pulled
out his keys and they'd caught some of the lace in Jane's panties.
"Oh, uh..." He laughed with a little embarrassment.

"Oh wow." Jane giggled. "Gonna use my panties for new key chain,
Josh?"

"Uh..." He carefully removed the stuck keys and handed them to
Jane. "Um, no." He laughed and we said our goodbyes.

"Where are we going?" Jane asked me, turning to face me and I
slipped my arms under jacket, hugging her close.

"Ummm...You ever sleep in a tree house?" I asked Jane, thinking
that old tree house in Lazy Jackson's backyard might become a regular
thing for me if I wasn't careful.

"Uh...no." She giggled and kissed my chest, just where my shirt was
opened in a V above my breasts.

"Well, let's do that then." I kissed her on the lips.

Jane wasn't a really good driver, but I didn't complain, at least
she had a license. I was a good driver, I thought, because I'd been
driving cars and trucks around our house and the garage since I was old
enough to reach the pedals, but Daddy wouldn't let me drive on the
roads, and if I got caught doing it he'd whip me good. So I just sat
there and bit my tongue a little every time Jane double clutched, and
wondered if I'd be able to find Josh a new transmission cheap.

We went to my house first, since we couldn't very well sleep in the
tree house without something to keep us warm. Daddy would be there, of
course, maybe a couple of my brothers, but I figured I could get what I
needed without too much problem. I got to my room okay, finding what I
needed, most especially my strapon. I was thinking maybe I shouldn't
ever leave home without it, and that made me giggle. It reminded me to
grab my little tube of ass lube too, since I'd wished I had some of
that more than once before.

"Whatcha doin there?" Daddy was watching the Mariners when he
finally spotted me, which wasn't hard cause I had to walk right past
him.

"Hey Daddy. Just getting some sleepin bags." All our stuff from the
so-called camping trip was piled up in the old pantry, which was soon
to be my new bedroom.

"Sleepin bags?" Daddy gave me a funny look. "I thought campin'
was last night."

"It was, but tonight me and a friend of mine are gonna watch some
meteor shower thing. She's got an astronomy class, so it's like
homework."

"Homework, eh?" Daddy got up. "Here, lemme help you with that.
Who's this friend of yours, some boy you got out there?" I think
Daddy sensed I was up to something, he was pretty good at that.

"Nope, she's a girl Daddy." I giggled. He helped me carry a
couple sleeping bags and some old pillows out to Josh's truck. I had
a little electric lantern too, like a flashlight except it looked like
a lamp.

"That looks like that Hoskins' piece of junk." Daddy frowned.
"That Jason kid."

"Josh, Daddy, he's just letting us borrow it."

We were next to the truck and Jane rolled down her window, leaning out.
"Hi Mr. Russet." Jane smiled and I was glad to see she'd zipped
up her jacket.

"Uh, Jane, hi...You got some astronomy to do, huh?" He gave her a
puzzled sort of half smile.

"Uh..." Jane glanced at me and I nodded just a hair. "Yep, Ann
said she'd keep me company."

"Well, okay then." Daddy put the stuff he was carrying in the back.
"Ya'll got food and hot chocolate and all that? Gonna get cold
maybe."

"Uh, no...not really." I admitted, thinking maybe that would be
good to have later.

"Here then..." Daddy opened his wallet and gave me about 13
dollars. "Stop by the 7-11 or something, no reason to starve out
there. Where you goin anyway? Why don'tcha just go out back there?"
He jerked his thumb towards the big emptiness that was our backyard.

"Oh, well..." I sorta lowered my voice. "Jane was David's
girlfriend, Daddy." I glanced at her. "I think she wants to
talk."

"Yeah, uh, okay." Daddy knew Jane was David's girlfriend, or
maybe Mark's, so he was probably wondering why she was with me.
"Well, have fun. Don't you stay out too late, okay?"

"Okay Daddy!" I gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks!"

"You been drinkin?" Daddy looked at me hard for a second.

"Josh gave me a beer." I shrugged. "When we were getting his
truck." I gave him a funny little look. "It was just one, Daddy,
and I didn't even finish it!"

"Yeah, okay." He allowed finally. Daddy was pretty cool about
havin' a beer now and then, even getting a little buzzed on the 4th
of July maybe, but it wasn't like he didn't care, he'd take a
switch to my butt if I came home drunk.

"Goodnight, Mr. Russet." Jane gave him a little wave.

"Goodnight Jane." Daddy shook his head as Jane tried to find
reverse and I thought for just a second there he might tell me to
drive, but he didn't.

"Do you think he believed us?" Jane asked me with a giggle.

"He gave me money!" I laughed. "That's always a good sign."

"No doubt!" Jane drove slowly, revving second gear a little high,
for my taste, but I didn't really care by then. "Do you ever think
about telling him?" Jane glanced at me. "About us, I mean?"

"Yeah." I told her seriously. "I was thinking about it this
morning, right after we dropped you and Sherry off."

"Really?" Jane smiled happily and I wondered what she was thinking,
but she didn't say anything else about it.

Later on we were in the tree house, which made me feel good since it
reminded me of Sandy, for one thing. It felt like my secret spot,
sorta, and I'd never really had one of those before. It wasn't
really very late, maybe 10:30 or quarter to eleven at the most, so I
didn't know if old man Jackson would be awake or asleep, but I
figured it wouldn't matter a whole lot anyway. His backyard was
pretty thick with trees, mostly pine trees, but some big old Maples
too, like the one we were in. I couldn't see any other lights from up
there, so probably nobody would see out little lantern either. I still
wished the windows had some curtains though.

"Ohhh yeah..." Jane was sighing, "...this is what I want..." We
were zipped up naked in our sleeping bag, which was a big double
sleeping bag that could be unzipped to make two smaller ones, if you
needed two. We didn't.

We were on our sides, facing each other and just kissing and touching a
lot. Sherry was gonna cover for Jane, so she could get home whenever
she wanted to, and I knew Daddy would be okay if I told him we'd
watched stars all night. He might not like it, really, but he'd
accept it. One thing about my dad, he'd been born and raised in
Squinosha, so he knew what it was like being young and he didn't mind
his boys enjoying it the way he had.

"Do you think anyone will be talking about us?" I asked Jane,
running my hand up and down her side. She was so smooth and warm and
soft, it was like petting a cloud.

Jane giggled and kissed me. "Everybody will be talking about us!"

"Doesn't that worry you?" I was smiling, despite the sudden
little knot in my stomach. I was wondering if I'd really gone
overboard or not.

"Yeah!" Jane nodded enthusiastically. "It terrifies me! Isn't
that great?" And then she was kissing me again so all I could do was
accept it. It didn't exactly terrify me, not yet, but I could have
lived without the doubts easy enough.

"God you are so beautiful." I said, really meaning it as I squeezed
Jane's firm breast in my hand. I thought I could touch her for the
rest of my life and never get tired of it.

"So are you." Jane was sliding her foot up and down my calf slowly.
My strapon was pressed between us and I could feel the humid warmth of
her sex against the top of my thighs.

"Did you tell your friends?" I slid my hand down to her hip and
reached to feel her softly rounded ass.

"Yeah." Jane smiled and blushed slightly. "Jackie asked me where
David was and I told her we broke up and that I was with you now."

"What did she say?" I wondered, shifting a little so I could work
my fingers between her ass cheeks, sliding them up and down slowly.

"She didn't believe me at first." Jane giggled. "Then she asked
me if you were really a boy or not." She kissed me and wiggled her
butt a little. "Michelle and Paula thought it was pretty weird, but
Lonnie said you were seriously cute."

"She did?" I grinned. Lonnie Ebertowski was seriously cute too. She
was a junior like Jane, but she looked like she was about 13, with a
tight little body and a great smile. Her hair was brown and sort of
kinky, curling in natural ringlets or something, it looked awesome and
I liked her hair a lot.

"Yeah." Jane was playing with my left breast, pinching my nipple
and flicking it with her fingernails at it grew hard. "I'm gonna
have to watch her, maybe." She gave me a little grin. "She was
making me jealous just looking at you."

"Think she's queer?" I asked, teasing Jane a little, but sort of
curious too.

Jane laughed and pinched my nipple hard making me yelp softly, more
from surprise than pain. "All girls are queer, don't you know that
by now?" She kissed me thoroughly for a minute, her tongue exploring
my mouth. "Sherry was right, you are a guy."

When Sherry had said that it had been a mild criticism, but Jane made
it sound like a good thing. "I think girls love people, the person I
mean..." I was thinking aloud for a change. "...more than what the
person is, like physically."

"I love you." Jane sighed, kissing my neck as I spoke. "I
wouldn't care if you really were a boy on the outside; what's in
here..." she tapped my chest gently with her fingers, "...that's
what turns me on."

I didn't get to finish my thought, but it didn't matter anyway,
cause I wanted to make love to Jane and she was ready. She'd been
waiting for a couple hours, ever since I'd made her take off her
panties for Josh, and she was using her mouth and hands and feet,
touching and rubbing and kissing me, to get me as hot as she was.

"Roll over..." I whispered. "I want to do it this way..."

Jane giggled and lay on her stomach. Her head on one of the pillows
while I took the other one. It was sort of hard moving in that sleeping
bag, but that was alright, it had enough room to spare for what we
needed to do.

"Lift your hips..." I gave Jane's butt a little slap and she
giggled as I slid the pillow underneath her, lifting her ass just
enough and making her arch her back a little. "Perfect..." I
smiled, slipping my fingers against her sex from behind.

"Ohhhh...uh-huh..." Jane sighed and spread her thighs a little more
and I could feel her hot moist vagina trying to grip my fingers as I
worked two of them in and out of her cunt. I didn't know if she did
it on purpose, or if it was just natural, but I figured it was a little
of both.

I was completely under the sleeping bag, down inside as far as I could
get, really, with my legs sort of curled up. I kissed Jane's back and
the small dimple at the top of her ass, sliding my fingers in and out,
twisting them every now and then. I could feel the soft pliant flesh
inside and the gently rounded ridges that lay just inside her slit
along the top of her vagina.

"Uhhh yesss...that feels so good...more..." Jane was rocking her
hips slowly, like she was making love to the pillow beneath her, but it
was my fingers doing the fucking and I pushed a third one inside her,
stretching Jane's tender walls a little bit more and making her moan
softly.

"Did you like it..." I kissed the small of her back, "...when I
fingered you in front of all those people?" I asked Jane, knowing she
would get off on it.

"Yessss..." Jane hissed, breathing a little harder for me as I
stiffened my fingers and fucked them in and out of her quickly for a
minutes.

"I should have made you cum for them..." I slowed down and held my
fingers deep in her clasping cunt while my thumb rubbed around her hard
little clit.

"Ughh...huh...fuck..." Jane pushed herself back against my fingers
a little harder. "They were all...watching...Mmmm...fuck
me...harder...more..."

"Do you want more?" I teased, licking her back slowly and tasting
the small bit of salty sweat rising from her hot skin. "Another
finger?"

"Uh-huh...all of it...all of them...please..." Jane was panting and
fucking herself hard on my fingers, but I was barely moving them, just
teasing her.

I worked my pinky inside, along with my other three fingers, so they
were pushed together as I shoved them all into her juicing sex. She was
wet and slippery and juices were spilling down my fingers and across
her skin to soak into the pillow beneath.

"Oh...god...that's soooo...ugh! Good!" Jane was gasping loudly as
I stretched her pussy, but it wasn't too bad, I didn't think, since
I had small fingers and she'd taken my dildo easily the night before.
She had a lot of room to play with for such a small pretty looking
pussy.

I contented myself with kissing her back and ass and fingering her
vagina faster and slower until Jane was begging for everything.

"Put your hand in me......do it..." She was almost pleading with
me. "uh god...make me cum...please! Fist me..."

"Have you done that before?" I asked her, wondering if I should. I
didn't want to hurt her somehow.

"N-No...just...uh...do it...please..." Jane's voice was strong
and urgent and her body was jerking with excitement as she fucked
herself against my hand.

I pulled my hand away and tucked my thumb tight against my palm, hoping
I knew what I was doing but being way to excited not to do as Jane
asked. I wanted to see her take my whole hand, to finally fill her
completely and give her the orgasm that she wanted so badly. My heart
was pounding and my body burned, it was hot and humid under that heavy
sleeping bag and I paused just long enough to unzip it enough to bring
cool night air across our bodies and light from the lantern to show me
Jane's sexy cunt.

Her labia was dark and swollen and pulled out so I could see the sweet
pink of her inner lips and the rounded mouth of her vagina, seeming to
open close slightly with every little spasm of her hungry sex. I
fingered her again, inserting one finger at first, then adding the
others, making sure I was wet and slick with her juices before tucking
my thumb to my palm once more and pushing my hand between Jane's
tender folds as slowly and gently as I could.

"Oh...oh...ohhhh fuck! Fuck!...yesssss...." Jane felt my hand
stretching her pussy and I rotated it slightly, trying to figure out
which way she would stretch the best as the widest part of my hand,
there by the knuckles, pressed rudely against her resisting flesh.

"Is it okay? Are you okay, Jane..." I was asking softly, but she
was cumming and all Jane could do was moan loudly and push her body
against me so that all of a sudden, and without me really trying very
hard, my hand just seemed to suddenly pop into Jane's tight hot cunt.
I instinctively curled my fingers then, not really thinking about it,
or even realizing it at first, and I really did have my fist inside
her.

Jane was thrashing wildly, her hips rotating and moving up and down as
she humped the damp pillow. The tree was shaking a little and wood was
creaking, but I barely noticed it, I was just staring at the
unbelievable sight of my wrist sticking out of Jane's vagina. I could
feel her muscles contracting around my hand and she was working herself
back and forth around it. I gave a little push and felt her body
yielding reluctantly and Jane's gasped loudly.

I pulled slightly too, and it was like my hand was stuck inside her,
unable to slip out without real effort unless I released my fist. So I
just worked my clenched hand back and forth slowly, in very small ways,
while Jane's urgent body did all the real work. She took me as deep
as she wanted, lifting her hips and then dropping them, having a series
of explosive orgasms all the while. She was loud, very loud, begging me
to fuck her and make her cum more, but mostly it was just noises,
guttural and primal and full of sexual desire.

Jane's fingers held tightly to the sleeping bag beneath us, and her
flushed cheek rested on her pillow, damp with sweat and saliva, as she
was finally coming down from her long orgasmic high. Jane held herself
steady and still for a few minutes, fearing more stimulation than
she'd already had, and her eyes were bright and shining in the cold
white glow of our flashlight. She was breathing hard, but smiling
weakly and her long pink tongue lolled out of her mouth, like a dog
panting for air after a hard run. Beneath her swollen sex, and my fist
still buried within her, the pillow she lay on was soaked through with
perspiration and the pungent stains of her orgasm.

I kissed her lower back and began straightening my fingers slowly,
trying to be gentle as I thought Jane's vagina must have been more
than a little sore. She sighed and gave small grunts of pleasure or
pain, I wasn't sure which, as I carefully removed my hand from her
sex. It was wet, every part of it, and slightly stiff as I realized
I'd probably been clenching my fist much too hard, trying to make it
smaller and more comfortable for Jane. I flexed my fingers slowly,
still feeling the rush of excitement within myself from fisting the
girl I cared so much about.

Perhaps I should have thought about letting her sleep, if that was what
she wanted, and I probably would have if I didn't know how eager she
was to please me. How necessary it was to her own desires. I had never
seen a more beautiful female body in my life, not on TV, or a movie,
not even in those magazines at Matt's house. Just laying there on her
tummy, trying to regain her senses, looking at Jane was making me wet
and horny and desperate to have her.

We didn't say anything, there was no need for it, I just wanted to
make Jane feel good, and get her ready for what was coming later. I
straddled her waist, facing her feet and bending low so I could spread
her perfect round ass with my fingers. I licked slowly down the crack
of Jane's ass, smelling her body and delighting in the powerful
fragrance of her sex. I found her tight anus, pink and crinkled and
utterly smooth, tickling it with the tip of my tongue and kissing her
there tenderly.

Her ass was delicious to me, tasting salty with her sweat and there was
nothing about the girl I could find that would turn me away. I ate her
asshole eagerly, pulling at her gently with my fingers and wriggling my
tongue wetly inside as I let my spit run from my mouth. Jane's body
seemed to awaken under my hungry mouth and she moved slowly, her hips
rocking as she sighed with pleasure. I slipped a finger under my
tongue, twisting it and working it inside her tight anus until I had it
buried completely in Jane's ass. Her muscles squeezed and pulled at
me, as if demanding more and deeper penetration. I pulled my finger
free and sucked it into my mouth, savoring the distinct taste of her
most private place, and pulled Jane's ass apart so I could spit on
her asshole, creating a pool of saliva for my finger to work inside of
her.

"Mmmm...oh yeah...that's nice..." Jane was moaning, as if she
were receiving a massage instead of having her asshole eaten and
fingered thoroughly.

I found my tube of Asstro stuff and pulled my hand away, replacing it
with my tongue for a few more minutes of hungry tongue fucking before I
squirted some of the lube on my finger. I worked it around Jane's
anus and inside, squeezing a generous amount out of the tube and
working first one, and then two fingers in and out of the girl. She was
gasping softly with each penetration as I went as deep as my hand would
allow and held them in her tight hot rectum, wriggling them gently
before pulling them almost completely out again. I did this for a good
10 minutes, until Jane was humping her pillow again and practically
begging me to do more.

"Shhhh..." I whispered, moving and turning around so that I
straddled her thighs. "I'm going to fuck your ass, Jane...okay?"

"Uhhh...yessss..." She breathed, "Put your cock in my ass...do
it...please..." She was rolling her hips and turning her head so she
could see my face as I lubed my long thick strapon.

"Here it comes, Jane..." I whispered, feeling my heart ready to
burst as I lined up the head with tight little ass, rubbing the bulbous
tip over Jane's anus and pushing hard with my hips.

The base of my strapon pressed nicely against my sex, especially my
clit, as it was supposed to and the contact made me gasp loudly, my
voice joining Jane's as she gave a low deep moan of her own. The head
was slippery and Jane's ass nice and loose for my cock and the smooth
tip pushed open her sphincter easily, disappearing inside that tight
pink ring with a small bit of lubricant pushed out around it. I had a
good inch inside her and I leaned forward, straightening my legs so
that I was laying on top of her, and began pushing my cock slowly
inside, kissing her neck and shoulders.

"Ohhh...god...it's big...so big...fuck me with it...fuck me..."
Jane pushed her ass back to meet my thrust and my cock sank deep inside
the girl, stretching her ass muscles and shoving them out of the way
until I was inside her as far as possible, the molded base of my
strapon pressed against her flesh and my clit hard and burning beneath
the pressure.

"Ohhh...Jane..." I groaned, holding myself there as I kissed her
face, her cheeks and temple and finally her mouth as she turned her
head to meet me. Just knowing I had my cock inside her sweet little ass
was enough to make me cum and I tried to hold off, wanting to fuck her
hard, to ram my dick in and out of her as long as I possibly could.

"Mmmpph..." Jane was moaning into my mouth as I began pulling back,
easing the tension on my clit momentarily as her ass held tight to my
dildo and then let it slide reluctantly out until just the head
remained. Then I pushed again, harder this time and without stopping
until it was inside completely. I did this over and over, moving faster
each time as Jane desperately responded, lifting her ass and fucking my
hard cock deep.

"Uhhh...God...Jane...!!" I lifted my head, practically screaming I
think as my orgasm finally ripped through me. My body seemed to explode
with pins and needles everywhere at once. I was fucking her as hard and
fast as I could, trying to punish her tender ass with my thick dildo
until I could barely stand the overwhelming stimulation.

I collapsed on top of her, my aching breasts pressed to Jane's back
as we just seemed to grind ourselves against each other. I had closed
my eyes, panting for air and trying to kiss her soft skin, but mostly
just lapping at her with my tongue, wanting to sample her with every
sense I possessed. My hands were on her arms, stroking her, and my
thighs squeezed tightly against hers. It was hot and sweaty and utterly
sexy, having my cock in her ass and cumming hard. I could almost
imagine myself filling her with my creamy sperm, flooding her asshole
with my juices.

"Ohhhh...Jesus..." Jane was whispering breathlessly as we lay
there, my strapon still in her ass, my hard nipples pressed to Jane's
soft back. "Now I'm sore everywhere!" She giggled and took a few
deep breaths.

"Good." I pulled her long blonde hair out of the way, it was matted
to her skin with sweat, and I kissed her neck. "We'll do this a
lot!" I promised her with a soft giggle of my own.

"We better..." Jane sighed, closing her eyes and smiling
contentedly. "...we better..."


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The end of chapter thirteen
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