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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 previous eighteen chapters.

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Girl Fag
by Rachael

Chapter Twenty


You know how some things are really normal? I mean if I told you I was
sitting round the kitchen table eating pancakes with my two older
brothers, Scott and Steve, and Steve's fiancé, Lisa, you'd
probably get a good picture of that in your head. Everybody's had
pancakes and having breakfast with family is about as normal as it gets
right?

I was wearing jeans and my Jeff Gordon t-shirt. Lots of people don't
like Jeff Gordon, but mostly those people are boys, I think, and
that's cause boys can be a little jealous maybe. Girls pretty much
like him a lot. I mean he's a hot driver, on a hot team with a hot
car, and let's face it...

"He's totally hot!" I stared at my brother and shook my head in
disbelief.

"He's a prima donna, sis, come on...The guy's a total ass."
Scott had a Rusty Wallace shirt, but he wasn't wearing it.

"He's probably gay." Steve laughed. Scott was a huge Nascar fan,
I was just a huge Jeff Gordon fan, and Steve had heard us argue over
who was the better driver, Gordon or Wallace, about a hundred times.

"I wish!" I said, really meaning it and I looked at Scott, who was
probably wishing it too, but he wouldn't say anything. Not with Lisa
there anyway, probably not even if it was just me and Steve. So I spoke
for both of us and he gave me a little secret smile.

"You know about racing?" Scott looked at Lisa, who was laughing at
us and feeling very comfortable I thought, but it was easy because
Scott was pretty nice.

She was wearing her baby blue and bright yellow cheerleader outfit
again, since those were the only clothes she had with her, and her
black leather collar. She looked beautiful like that too. Like she was
a prom queen with a dark secret, which was cool. The top was short,
exposing her stomach and she had some nice abs, a lot nicer than mine,
I thought. But I'd just started working out, really, and then I
remembered that I'd missed my workout with Coach and I hoped he
wasn't gonna be too mad.

"Nope." Lisa smiled. "Now ask me about figure skating, and I'm
your girl."

"Figure skating, huh?" Scott nodded and looked at Steve, who was
sitting between them, opposite me at that round table. "You're
overachieving, bro."

"Huh?" Steve looked at Scott, pausing with his fork halfway to his
mouth.

"Oh, he is not." Lisa laughed and wrinkled her nose a little at
Scott. It was cute.

"Hell's that mean?" Steve grinned, suspecting he'd just been
insulted, but he hadn't been, not really.

"He was complimenting Lisa." I laughed, rolling my eyes. Scott was
the smartest of all my Daddy's kids and sometimes his humor was
wasted on us. But I could keep up, usually. "And yeah, he is
overachieving." I smiled at Lisa, which made her blush, naturally.

"That's a nice collar you have there." Scott gestured slightly
with his fork.

"Oh, yeah." Lisa smiled, looking down and fingering it a little
nervously.

I'd been wondering when someone would mention it, either Scott or
Steve, since they were the only ones there with us. Steve had seen it
too, obviously, but hadn't said anything. Either he hadn't thought
it was all that important, or he figured whatever it was about could
wait. And why wouldn't it, with people wearing all sorts of weird
stuff nowadays. Then again, this was Squinosha County, not Seattle, and
wearing a dog collar was bound to get some attention.

"Where'd you get that?" Steve asked.

"Miss Russet gave it to me." She looked at Steve and I was a little
surprised that she looked right into his eyes, not blushing at all. It
hadn't occurred to me that she had a relationship with him different
than the one she had with me.

"Really?" Steve raised his eyebrows.

"Isn't it nice? Do you like it?" She asked and it sounded like
she was looking for more than just casual appreciation, but of course
my brother didn't know everything yet.

"Why does she call you Miss Russet?" Scott finally had to ask and I
knew he'd been wondering ever since Steve had brought Lisa home in
the middle of the night.

I wasn't sure how Lisa would feel about Scott knowing what was going
on, but I didn't figure Steve would be all that worried about it.
They were close, a lot closer than a lot of people realized, and the
three of us had very few secrets from each other I was sure. So, I
figured this was as good a time as any to spill the beans, so to speak.
I think Lisa was a little shy about it, or maybe not, it was hard for
me to tell stuff like that about her, since she seemed shy with me all
the time. I could ask her if she wanted more syrup for her pancakes and
she'd blush.

"She just calls me that when she wears the collar." I said, looking
at Scott, but glancing at Steve too. "She's uh, well, we have sort
of a special relationship thing. Steve knows about it."

"Oh yeah?" Scott chuckled a little and looked at Steve, who made
sort of a shrug. "What kinda special relationship thing?"

"It's complicated..." I started saying, feeling a little
uncomfortable, but not because I was talking to Scott, just cause I
didn't really know the answer myself. Stupid as that sounds.

"Lisa and Ann are kinda..." Steve was talking the same time I was,
and we both realized it at the same time and stopped, leaving the room
suddenly very quiet.

"I'm Miss Russet's lover." Lisa finally said, looking at Scott
without any embarrassment at all. "I serve her." She glanced at me
then, and smiled just a little, and then turned back to Scott. "In
any way she wants me to."

It was easy to forget sometimes that Lisa was older than all of us,
even Steve, who was almost 23 then. She'd been through college and
then nursing school and she was 26 years old and pretty good at taking
care of herself. When she wanted to act younger, or like she was really
dependant, or submissive or whatever you want to call it, that was just
a part of her. The part of her she liked the best, probably, but
she'd had practice hiding it away too. She wasn't really a dumb
blonde like most people around town figured. I knew it and so did
Steve, and now Scott knew it too.

I hadn't really spent much time with her when we weren't having
sex, which seemed really weird when I stopped to think about it. Now
that I was seeing her talk to my brothers, even though she was wearing
the collar, it was sorta eye opening for me. I had a full grown woman,
smart and attractive, telling her fiancé that she loved me. And I was
just a 14 year old kid feeling smaller and smaller every minute I sat
there.

"Miss Russet gave me this collar and told me I could wear it, or take
it off anytime I want." Lisa looked at Steve. "While I'm wearing
it I belong to her." She smiled. "And I want to wear it all the
time."

So much for a normal breakfast.

I felt scared actually, really nervous as I sat there barely able to
breathe. Lisa had said all that for Steve's benefit, I was sure.
Maybe for mine too, since she probably wanted me to understand what she
was thinking. I guess I'd sort of understood that stuff before, but I
wouldn't have been able to say it, especially to my brother. I
figured this would be just about the time he dumped her, since getting
married to a woman who belonged to his kid sister made about as much
sense as World Wide Wrestling reruns on TNT.

Then, after Steve kicked Lisa out he'd probably want some of my butt
too, and not in the good way that I liked. A trip to the woodshed, I
figured, or more likely about 10 year's worth of silent treatment,
which would be a thousand times worse. I loved Steve and I needed him
around as much as I needed anyone. Probably more and I felt my heart
pumping hard, and I got that little queasy feeling in my stomach, and I
wished I hadn't had anything to eat that morning. I was gonna be
sick.

"Good." Steve nodded, sort of smiling, but mostly looking at Lisa
like she'd just said she liked her new shoes because they were really
comfortable.

Scott tilted his head and looked from Lisa to Steve, like he was trying
to figure out one of those weird optical illusion pictures. Like seeing
two people in profile one way, but then you look another way and you
see a cup. I didn't know what Scott was seeing, but for me it looked
like everything had either got a whole lot simpler, or maybe a
busketload more complicated. Either way, I think we were both confused
by Steve's reaction.

"What?" Steve looked at me and grinned. "You okay, sis?"

"You're not mad?" I asked him, swallowing nervously. I had a
little fear that maybe he was and I just didn't know it yet.

"Hey..." Lisa reached under the table and touched my leg, leaning
towards me, "...you don't have to worry about anything."

Her voice was gentle and her eyes were soft, looking into mine, and I
wanted to believe her. I licked my lips, trying to smile back while my
two brothers talked.

"That's all she needs," Scott sighed, making a face at Steve,
"more mind games."

"I told you, Miss Russet, Steve understands..." She was rubbing my
leg and moved even closer, so that she could almost whisper to me.

"It isn't a mind game; they were together before I even met
Lisa." Steve was protesting. "Lisa explained..."

"She's 14, Steve." Scott was shaking his head.

"...I told him about us, how I feel about you." Lisa was
practically out of her chair, and a moment later she was kneeling on
the kitchen floor, looking up at me. "I couldn't be with him..."

"...if I loved her, I'd have to share her with Ann." Steve was
leaning close to Scott. "I love them both, man..."

"...if I couldn't be with you as well." Lisa was holding my hands
in hers, and she kissed them, putting her head in my lap like a puppy.
"I don't know why I feel this way..."

"...that's all. I want them happy and seeing them together..."
Steve grinned at his brother. "...it's hot, man. Really hot."

"...I just do." Lisa was smiling up at me, her face blushing just a
little, and I stroked her hair, feeling...I don't know, older again.
She had a way of making me feel like I was her, and she was me. Like I
was the adult all of a sudden and I didn't understand it at all. But
it was a rush, a real flood of excitement, like adrenaline and even
then, sitting at the table, I felt like I wanted her. I wanted to kiss
her and touch her all over.

But all I did was stroke her hair.

"If she gets hurt, dude." Scott was shaking his head. "I'm not
gonna..."

"I'd never let her get hurt, you know that." Steve said
seriously.

"...worry about saying I told ya so." Scott talked over the
interruption. "I'm just gonna be pissed. Know what I mean?"

"I know." Steve nodded. "I'd be pissed too bro, but it isn't
gonna happen. Look at them."

Scott did look at me and I just gave him a smile that I hoped was
reassuring. I had Lisa kneeling beside me, holding me as I held her,
and I guess if anything was going to convince Scott that I was okay,
that would be it. I just wasn't sure I was convinced. My whole life
was one big roller-coaster ride and every time I thought I had
something figured out, something new would come along. But all I could
do was play the game, I reminded myself, don't think too much, just
let it happen. That was my new philosophy, but it was a hard one to
remember.

"Hey, what's for breakfast?" The door was opening and my dad was
coming in, stomping his shoes clean. That at least gave Lisa some time
to get up, although Daddy must have thought she'd dropped a fork or
something. "Why's it so quiet in here?" He looked around.
"These boys feed you?" he looked at Lisa.

"Yeah, they're taking real good care of me, Mr. Russet." She
smiled, settling down in her chair.

"Just call me Pops, everyone else does." Daddy grinned. "I figure
it's a term of endearment, if not exactly respect."

"I don't call you Pops, Daddy." I giggled at him as he grabbed a
plate and looked around the stove. It sounded sorta girly, but I'd
been calling him Daddy my whole life, and I think he liked it. I know I
did.

"There's pancakes in the oven, father." Steve said, just to be a
smart ass.

"And I'm glad you don't, girl. I'd be worrying then." He
winked at me. "Pancakes in the oven? Where'd you learn to cook,
Steve?"

"He learned watchin' TV, Pops, same as everybody else around
here." Scott laughed.

"Well, I hope you can cook, Lisa." Daddy stopped moving like he
needed to ponder something. "You can cook, right?"

"I sure can." She nodded, adding "Pops." With a soft laugh.

"Good." He nodded as he pulled the plate of still warm pancakes out
of the oven. "One less thing to keep me up nights."

"Only thing that keeps you up is Henry's cooking." Steve
chuckled.

"Nope, people getting' engaged at three in the morning keeps me up.
I was sleeping like a baby til you decided to get married." He gave
Steve a wry smile.

"Sit here, Pops, I gotta get ready for school." Scott was getting
up, picking up the dishes and making room for our dad.

"So, you two goin' to Oregon today?" Daddy asked Steve once he
settled into his chair.

"Yeah, I figure it's better to tell Lisa's folks in person,
right?" Steve looked at Lisa and she nodded.

"My mom's going to be delirious." She giggled. "She thinks
I'm an old maid."

"You ain't an old maid, Lisa. Not by a long shot." Daddy grinned
at her, and he was giving her a real look too, since he wasn't all
that old anyway. And that made her blush more than I ever had.

Daddy had only been about 19 or something when Steve was born, so that
made him all of 42 maybe, but I wasn't sure. I always tended to think
of him being a lot older than that and it was weird to remember that he
was still a man in his prime. He coulda dated Lisa easily, I realized
with a little shock. I mean once you get sorta old then 10 or 12, or
even 15 years wasn't all that big of a deal, was it? Maybe it is, I
don't know. But it was still weird seeing my dad give his soon to be
daughter-in-law a look like he wouldn't mind takin' her out to the
woodshed, and not any old spanking neither.

Steve just laughed it off. "You're pancakes are getting' cold,
Pops."

Daddy shook his head and sighed. "Always something." He grabbed the
syrup and started pouring. "Ann going with you?" He looked at me
and I sat up a little.

"Uh, I have a lot of stuff I gotta do." I shrugged.

"I told her she oughta come." Steve was saying. "Get some fresh
air."

Daddy nodded at that and I knew he was still kinda worried about me.
The last week or so I'd given him more than a little cause for
concern, enough so he'd even called the doctor to come take a look at
me on one occasion. I wasn't acting normal, that was for sure, and he
probably agreed with Steve, that getting away from everything for a few
days would be a good thing. But he didn't know the whole story either
and I felt like Steve and I were telling him bald faced lies, just
sitting there pretending like we were normal. It was another problem,
but one I couldn't do anything about. There was no way our dad could
ever know about Steve and I being lovers.

"Yeah, you should come." Lisa touched my shoulder lightly and I
swallowed hard, trying to hide my feelings. "You can meet my family,
they'd really like meeting you."

"I dunno..." I was thinking about Jane and Julie, mostly. I was
missing them too. "I'm goin' to that sleepover tomorrow night at
Julie's, and Saturday we got our first game." I looked at my dad.
"You're comin' right?"

"Hell yeah." Daddy said with his mouthful of pancakes. "I ain't
missed a season opener yet, have I?"

"Nope." Steve agreed. "Just all the other games."

Daddy always went to the first game one of his boys was playing in, but
only once in awhile did he get to the other ones. Not cause he didn't
want to, just that he was so busy putting food on the table. With seven
kids and no wife, it wasn't all that easy being there all the time
for us, but he was always there when we needed him, so we cut him some
slack.

"Heh." Daddy nodded. "Well, that's why she's got brothers,
ain't it?"

"We could go on Saturday." Lisa suggested. "After the game. I
think I'm supposed to be there too." She laughed, remembering she
was Coach's assistant, but only because the principal wanted her to
babysit me. I didn't think Coach really cared if Lisa was around or
not, to tell the truth. In fact he probably preferred her missing,
since she did tend to distract teenage boys something fierce.

"Yeah, we could do that." Steve looked at me. "How about it? We
can take off after the game. Come back Wednesday maybe."

Everybody was looking at me and I did want to go, I mean who
wouldn't? Miss out on three days of school, visit Seattle and
whatever the place was that Lisa was from. It would be fun and we'd
probably have a lot of sex, I figured. But that wouldn't be bad,
would it? Plus I could get away for awhile, like step back and try and
figure stuff out. Spend time with Steve, who was always good for
talking to. Not as good as Scott maybe, but nobody was as good at
talking about stuff as he was.

"That's a lot of school." I glanced at my dad.

"How's your grades?" He looked at me knowing my grades were fine.
I wasn't a straight A student by any stretch, but I did all right for
myself.

"I'm doin good." I wasn't certain of that, since we didn't
get report cards for about another month, but I wasn't lying to him
either.

"Well, there ya go." Daddy smiled and went on eating.

"So you'll come?" Lisa asked me and I nodded.

"Yeah, I guess so." And I smiled then, feeling a little relieved
actually. I'd spend Friday with my two girlfriends, my two other
girlfriends, I corrected myself, play some football, and then go on a
roadtrip with Steve and Lisa. Life wasn't so bad if you didn't
think about it too much, I thought.

"Good." Steve nodded and it was all settled.

I went to school after lunch, and so did Lisa, except she had to go
home first so she could change. She'd missed a couple days of work
already and then she had to tell the principal she'd be missing three
days next week. But it wasn't like she was gonna get fired, Lisa told
us around the breakfast table. Principal Snyder had a thing for her.
She'd just make sure her top button was undone when she told him and
he'd just nod and stare and let her do whatever she wanted.

"It's nice being a girl." Lisa had giggled into my ear, squeezing
my thigh gently, even though Daddy was sitting right next to me. That
had made me blush for a change.

"Hey!" Little Steve caught up with me after my art class, just as I
was getting ready to ride my bike over to the high school for shop.

"Hi." I smiled at him, stopping and leaning up against a locker as
kids walked by on their way to their next classes.

"I missed you during lunch." He leaned up against the lockers too.

"Yeah, I took the morning off." I laughed. "What's up?"

"I was wondering if you wanted to come over tonight? Have dinner at
my house or something." He was wearing his little round wire rim
glasses and he pushed them up his nose. I think he did that when he was
nervous.

"Um, I got football practice til about six." I shrugged.

"That's okay, we eat late anyway. Uh...My dad said he can give you
a ride if you want." Steve didn't really look too sure that he
wanted to say that and I had a funny feeling, like maybe it was
Steve's dad who was really asking me to come over. But that seemed
sorta silly, so I pushed it out of my head.

"Where do you guys live? I got my bike." I said, scooting out of
the way cause some kid needed to get in his locker and I was leaning on
it.

"Out by the orchard." Steve told me. "You know where that is?
It's out by..."

"Duh." I laughed at him. "I was born here, dude."

"Oh, yeah, anyway..." Steve made a little face, feeling stupid
maybe, although he shouldn't.

"Yeah, sure." I nodded. "I gotta check with my dad though. Just
find me after school."

"Okay, um..." The bell was ringing and he had to get going and so
did I. "Where?"

"The girl's locker room." I grinned. "Knock three times!"
Then we were going in opposite direction.

One good thing about shop class was I could come late, not really late,
but a little late didn't matter to Mr. Wetland a whole lot, since he
knew I had to ride my bike to get there. Plus he didn't really want
to be mad at me or my brothers, since we always made him look good with
the class projects. He got mad at Mark anyway, but that was mostly just
Mark being a jerk. My brother didn't have a lot of patience with Mr.
Wetland, or anyone in that class really.

"Are you stupid?" Mark was talking to Waldo Kline, whose name
really is Waldo. Nobody would ever deserve a nickname like that; even
high school kids weren't that cruel. "Why don't you put some rice
in the radiator while you're at it? Maybe some sugar in the gas
tank?"

"What's going on?" I put my bike inside, since the garage door
was open. It was a pretty nice day outside.

Waldo was standing there with his head down, looking like my brothers
looked when my dad was giving them a good talking too. All guilty and
unhappy. I felt sorta bad for him.

"Dopey dropped some bolts in the carburetor." Mark looked at me.
"Where you been?"

"School." I looked at Waldo. "How many?"

"Two." He mumbled. "Or maybe three or four."

"He doesn't know." Mark shook his head and that was why he was
mad.

It was one thing to drop something in the carb, everyone did that once
and then you learned really good why you didn't wanna do that. Cause
you had to take it apart and find whatever you dropped or your car
pretty much self-destructed. But the key was knowing exactly how many
somethings you dropped, because you had to find them all and not
knowing was like going on a snipe hunt.

"Just bolts?" I looked at Waldo. "No washers or anything? Little
nuts? Just bolts?"

"Yeah, just bolts." He spread his thumb and index finger a little,
"About this big."

Waldo was at least looking at me, his big brown eyes hopeful. He was 18
but he sorta acted like he was 12 usually and he was a serious
momma's boy too. In fact the car was his mom's, an old Impala
station wagon, the one with the 350 in it. Not a bad motor, but damn
that was an ugly car. Sort of mud yellow like you see by the river when
it's low, with fake wood trim and whitewall tires. It wasn't his
fault his mom had an ugly car though.

"Just bolts, dude." I slapped my brother on the shoulder. "Give
him a break."

Bolts were a lot easier to find than washers, which liked to tumble all
the way down to the pistons sometimes and that was a serious boo-boo.
Bolts shouldn't go too far. If he was lucky.

"Yeah." Mark looked at me. "Easy for you to say, you don't have
to tear it down and put it back together in..." he looked at his
watch, "...40 minutes."

"If anyone can do it..." I laughed over my shoulder as I went to
use the phone.

Another good thing about shop class was that it had its own telephone,
so we could call the parts store, or an ambulance maybe if someone got
hurt, which was always possible. Only one guy I'd ever heard of had
needed an ambulance though, and that had been a kid who'd started his
pants on fire with a torch. It hadn't been real bad, not like third
degree burns or anything, but he'd given his balls quite a scare I
bet. That was why I was pretty much the only one that did any cutting,
not cause I didn't have balls, I mean I did it cause I knew what I
was doing. David and Mark did too, obviously, but they always bitched
about it. I sorta liked it.

Anyway, I got my dad on the phone after about 30 rings, which meant he
was probably under that Merc and wasn't gonna be happy getting out
from under it just so I could tell him I was gonna have dinner at
Little Steve's house. He didn't remember Steve, but he did remember
the Cuda, so it was okay with him. He wanted the inside dope on what
the guy had in his garage anyway. Not like Daddy was worried about
competition or anything, but there were a lot of guys with hot cars
that hadn't paid for them with honest to God blood, sweat and tears.
Daddy hated poseurs.

After that I figured I'd give Mark a hand with that carburetor. Not
that he needed help, he didn't, and really there wasn't much room
for more than two hands anyway. I just didn't want to see him beating
up on Waldo any more than he already had and besides, Thursday was sort
of a kick around day for me anyway and it was either give Mark some
moral support, or work on somebody's lawnmower or something and I
wasn't feeling much like that.

David was working on the Olds, that 442 that him and Mark were building
for next year's SEMA. It was hot as hell and it would show good, but
it wouldn't win anything. But that wasn't why they were building it
anyway, my brothers just really liked the car and there weren't a lot
of 442's out there that looked good. It was their first real build
for the two of them and they wanted to make a little statement,
that's all, that a couple high school kids could create something
totally kick ass. But everybody already knew that about us anyway.

"Hey, Ann." Josh surprised me just as I was coming out of Mr.
Wetland's office. He wasn't in shop class and that was probably too
bad because he could have used it, I thought.

"Hi, Josh. What's up?" I smiled at him. I liked Josh a lot, even
though my brothers didn't. I thought he was a good guy.

"My truck died." He made a face. "I was gonna see if I could get
somebody to look at it."

"Again?" I laughed at him. Josh's pickup truck was always dying
and I spent a lot of time under the hood of that thing. "Hold on a
sec."

I went to find Mr. Wetland, telling him that I was gonna go look at
Josh's truck. He was cool with that; we had kids coming in all the
time looking for help. Usually a jump, but sometimes more. Teachers
too, they were always leaving their headlights on, and being teachers,
well, nobody told them usually. I grabbed a 10" flathead on our way
out since that was about the most useful tool ever invented by man.

"Gimme your keys." I told Josh, since just trying to start a motor
will usually tell you where to start looking. I cranked it and there
wasn't anything, not even a click, not even dummy lights. "This
ain't bad." I smiled at Josh and popped the hood release.

"Hey, um, I wanted to tell you." Josh was leaning against the truck
while I opened it up. "I called my cousin the other day."

"Sandy?" I looked at him. "How's she doin?"

"She's good, real good." He nodded. "She uh, she asked about
you. Said she's comin up at the end of the month maybe, spend a
weekend again."

"Oh yeah?" I sorta stopped what I was doing and looked at him.

"Yeah, um, anyway I told her about me. I mean what you told me and
everything."

I cringed a little, thinking I never should have given Josh advice like
I had. I hoped she'd let him down easy.

"What did you say to her?" I asked, checking his battery
connections, not cause they were bad, they weren't, but they were
handy. I tapped the positive on his battery with my screwdriver and it
was dead. But that wasn't his problem.

"Just like you said." Josh said slowly. "That I really um, liked
her and I guess I told I wished we weren't cousins because I'd uh,
I'd like to ask her out and stuff."

"Okay." I glanced at him.

"Yeah, anyway she told me she liked me too, but um..." Josh
shrugged. "She's totally lesbian."

"That's what she said?" I gave him a sympathetic look.

"Yeah, well, not like that exactly, but that's what she meant."
Josh took a deep breath. "But she said she liked me." He smiled,
just a little. "That's good, right?" His voice was tinged with
excitement.

"Yeah, I guess." I shrugged. "She is your cousin though, Josh.
She's supposed to like you."

"Oh, yeah, I know." His excitement dropped a little.

I pulled the distributor, prying it off with my screwdriver, and that
was his problem. It was fried, black and dusty inside, like I knew it
would be. It had shorted out somewhere and so that was why his battery
was dead too. All that juice had just run around in a little circle til
there weren't none left.

"Distributor?" Josh stared it. "What's that cost?"

"Don't worry about it, I can find one in the shop." I told him.
"We gotta gank your battery, you got a wrench or some pliers or
something?"

"Yeah, I think so." Josh dug a pair of old rusty vice grips out of
his glove compartment. They were ugly, but they worked enough to get
his battery disconnected.

"If uh, I mean, are you gonna see her? When she comes up?" Josh
asked me as I was working on the battery.

"Who? Sandy?" I looked at him. "I guess, maybe, if she wants to
see me again. Why?"

"Oh yeah, she does." Josh nodded. "I was wondering if I could um,
I dunno..." He was looking down suddenly, his face turning red.
"Nevermind."

"Nevermind what?" I laughed a little. "Come on, dude, what?"

"Nothing, forget it."

"I can't forget it." I really did laugh then and normally I
woulda let it go, but he had me curious. "Tell me."

"I was wondering if you and her got together and, you know, did
it..." He took a breath and looked at me. "I was wondering if I
could watch."

"Huh?" I stood up, my eyes going wide as I stared at him.

"See? Nevermind. It's a dumb idea." Josh was looking down again,
his face all red.

"You want to watch me and Sandy having sex?" I shook my head a
little and then laughed with disbelief. "Josh, even if I did, I
don't think..."

"Yeah, I know. I told you, it's dumb. Sorry." He was decidedly
unhappy right then and I didn't see where anything I might have said
or done would have made it better.

Josh was just totally in love with his cousin. Infatuated with her, I
guess, and he was willing to love her through me, or something. I mean
what else could it be? He knew I'd had sex with her already and I
suppose he'd figured out that we'd do it again when Sandy came up
from Pullman. It probably didn't seem very fair to him, being in love
with her like that and then being friends with me. I figured he
probably didn't like me very much, at least sometimes, and I felt bad
for him.

We didn't say a whole lot going back to the shop. I carried the
distributor and Josh hefted the battery. I didn't know what I was
supposed to say or do, I was the one fucking the girl he loved. I think
the fact that he wasn't pissed at me, at least outwardly, sort of
impressed me. I'd have been pretty upset I think if Julie had dumped
me for another guy, or a guy I should say, since I was a girl sorta.
But a guy too for her, I thought. But that was getting off track and
anyway, you know what I mean. Josh was being mature about it, or so it
seemed, and it impressed me a little and I was liking him even more
than I usually did,

"Now what, you turn on the radio, Hoskins?" Mark was there and
grinned when he saw us, which really pissed me off all of a sudden.

"Leave him alone, Mark." I told him, sort of getting in his face.
"He ain't bothering you anyway."

"Jeeeze...Sorry." Mark said sarcastically, but he turned around and
went back to the carb he was working on.

I showed Josh where the battery charger was and told him how to use it,
hoping it wasn't too hard for him. He really wasn't much use with
his hands, but that was hard to screw up unless he got the cables
backwards and that thought bugged me so I went ahead and watched over
his shoulder anyway.

"What'cha got?" David asked me. He was sweeping up cause class
was almost over.

"Bad distributor, shorted out." I handed it to him so he could
look.

"That's weird." David shrugged. "You check the wires?"

"Yeah, everything else looked okay." I nodded. "Josh just has
weird luck." I smiled, just a little.

"I guess." David laughed. "Like it got hit by lightning or
something." He gave the distributor back to me. "There's a couple
old ones in the back, in one of the boxes."

"Yeah, I seen em." I started towards the little parts room we had.

"Hey, is he okay?" Dave nodded towards Josh who was just sort of
standing in the middle of the place, hands in his pockets and looking
like a lost puppy.

"I don't know." I frowned. "He's got girl trouble."

"Girl trouble?" Dave started laughing, but when he saw I was
serious he stopped and decided he'd better keep sweeping.

"Hey, uh, don't you have class or something?" I was just getting
that distributor back in when the high school bell was ringing,
announcing last classes for the day. The bell at my school would be
ringing too, only I wasn't there to hear it.

"It's okay, I'll skip out off it. Besides, we need to give that
battery some time." It really wasn't gonna take all that long to
charge the battery enough to use it, and once Josh was driving it would
take a charge anyway, but it was a good excuse. We ended up just
sitting in the back of his pickup, since it was nice outside and we
didn't have anything better to do.

"Are you mad at me, Josh?" I finally decided to ask him, cause I
was worried about it. "I mean about Sandy?"

"No." Josh looked at me with real surprise on his face. "Why
would I be? It isn't your fault she's queer."

"You're not jealous or anything?" I let myself relax, just a
little and Josh laughed at me.

"You didn't ask if I was jealous." He grinned. "But I guess I
ain't too jealous either."

"You're so cool, Josh." I smiled and really did relax then, cause
I believed him. I put my arms around his shoulders, turning my body as
we sat there, just because I felt like giving him a hug.

"Really?" He didn't move hardly at all, he just looked at me.

"Yeah, really cool." I giggled at him. "Anybody else I know would
be totally pissed."

"Well, I don't..." He was smiling and blushing a little and I
just, I don't know, I liked it for some reason.

There's no real explaining. He was my friend, and a real one too,
although that wasn't really obvious to anyone, even ourselves maybe,
but I think we both knew it. And I wasn't attracted to him, like the
way I was to Brian for example, but Brian was an ass. If Josh had
Brian's looks, I thought, I'd probably marry him. And right then,
sitting there, I don't know why I did it, but I kissed Josh.

I wasn't supposed to and if I'd thought about it I wouldn't have
done it. It was just impulsive, like the perfect thing to do at the
perfect time to do it. I kissed him on the lips, just a little one, and
I think it surprised us both. I didn't get all shocked the way Josh
did though, I just sat back with a smile on my face watching as his
eyes got big and his mouth opened and he stared at me like I'd just
grown another head or something.

"Why'd you do that?" He finally asked.

"I don't know!" I giggled and I could feel myself excited, but
not like I got with Jane or Lisa, or even with Steve. This was more
like, I don't know, reckless excitement. Like I knew I shouldn't be
doing it but I didn't care and not caring was the thing that was
turning me on the most.

I kissed him again, without saying anything else, just because I wanted
to. And he kissed me back too. He wasn't really good at kissing, but
that was okay, it only made it better. I felt like a kid, I mean
really. I didn't feel any pressure, you know? I didn't have to
think or worry or tell Josh I loved him 50 times, because I didn't. I
liked him a lot and I wanted to kiss him, that's all. It was fun, not
serious, not romantic. Just crazy fun like running through sprinklers
in the front yard, except better because my tummy was doing the
cartwheels.

Josh was feeling my breasts and I didn't stop him, even though my
nipples were really tender. The piercings were still a ways from
healing and he was squeezing me hard, but even that felt sorta okay. I
was feeling his penis, just a big lump in his pants really, not really
distinct, and we were kissing a lot. Well, I was giggling a lot and
Josh was smiling because he didn't know why I was laughing, but in
between we were kissing.

"Have you ever had a blowjob?" I finally asked him, catching my
breath and using both hands to open his pants slowly.

"N-No..." Josh licked his lips and then looked around the parking
lot, but it was deserted. Everyone was in class.

"You want one?" I wiggled my eyebrows at him playfully.

"Uhhh...Yeah..." He swallowed hard. "Wha...What if someone sees
us though?"

"Shhh..." I giggled again and lowered my mouth to his cock, which
was big and heavy and hot, throbbing in my hands.

Josh wasn't a bad looking guy, not at all. He had soft hazel eyes,
and brown hair with a little red in it, like chestnut I guess. A
smooth, fair face and a nice smile. It was just his personality, his
confidence or something, that made him seem less than handsome, and
that was too bad. But it made him vulnerable too and right then I think
I was finding it attractive for some reason I didn't understand.

He had a nice dick too. Not really long, and not too fat, but nice and
super hard. Some guys get hard and it's not really all that hard.
Like maybe they jerk off too much or something, I dunno. Low blood
pressure maybe. But Josh was like steel, stainless, except it was dark
and ruddy. He was uncircumcised too, which I liked. I loved the way I
could pull the foreskin back and see the lightly colored head of his
penis, shiny and wet with precum.

I took him in my mouth, tasting a flavor that was all Josh, all
natural, and I liked it. Sort of musky, a little sour maybe, but only
because it was afternoon and he'd been running around all day, not
lounging in a bathtub or something. I liked that, the way a guy smelled
and tasted even if he hadn't had a shower since that morning, or
maybe even the night before, I didn't know.

I sucked Josh slowly, washing his cock with my tongue as I took him
slowly deeper, able to get half of him in my small mouth before I'd
back off again. I had my lips tight around the shaft, and my fingers
squeezed and pulled at that part of his cock I didn't get in my
mouth. I moved up and down, finally feeling Josh's hands in my short
hair as he pushed me down a little harder, a little faster. I didn't
mind, he was getting close, I knew. It was hid first blowjob ever and
it was a good one, I thought, really good.

My own sex was humming nice and I squeezed my thighs together, sort of
rubbing them a little like I could almost get some friction on my clit,
but even though I didn't it was still okay. My tummy was rockin and
rollin and my breasts ached, like they were growing. My nipples
throbbed painfully, being so tender and sensitive and I imagined I
could feel those rings stretching my flesh a little.

"Oh God...Annie...god..." Josh was breathing hard, staring down at
me as I took my mouth away briefly, running my lips up and down the
shaft as I looked up at him. His cock was sliding across my face and I
was smiling, just a little as it jerked, just once, and a big drop of
clear precum appeared, running down the shaft until I licked it up.

"Are you gonna cum, Josh?" I asked softly and he nodded.
"Mmm...what did you do with Jane's panties?" I teased him,
licking around the swollen head slowly.

"W-What?" He looked at me.

"Jane's panties? The ones she gave you?" I giggled and kissed the
base of his cock and then his balls, licking them as I squeezed his
cock in my hand.

"I uh...oh shit...I took them home..." He was giving little gasps
of pleasure as I took his balls in my mouth one at a time, working them
gently with my tongue before spitting them out all wet with saliva.

"And then what?" I grinned, sucking the head with my pursed lips
like I was giving him a hickey.

"And I...I...jerked off..." He admitted and his cock throbbed again
in my hand, he was so close I couldn't even squeeze him or he'd cum
I thought.

"You jerked off in her panties?" I sighed. "That's so sweet
Josh."

"It...It is...?" He smiled weakly, but most of him was trying to
keep from cumming. His body was tight and tense and his eyes were fixed
on my hands.

"Oh yeah...really sweet..." I giggled, wondering why I was being so
crazy all of a sudden. "You should give them back to her, Josh...She
might even give you a reward, if you did..."

"G-Give them back?" He stared at me. "To...Jane?"

"Uh-huh." I took his cock in my mouth, figuring he might have
calmed down a little, and gave him a quick three strokes with my lips
before pulling his cock away with a soft wet plop. "She'll give you
a blowjob if you give them back..." I told him, staring into his
hazel eyes. "...she might even fuck you, Josh. Wouldn't you like to
fuck Jane Hudson?"

I left him with that thought as I went back to his penis, taking him
deep into the warm wet confines of my mouth, and then letting him slide
back out, over and over in time with my hands until Josh was moaning,
warning me he was going to cum.

"Oh man...Annie...I'm cumming...I'm cumming now..." He could
barely speak and his voice cracked as his cock jerked in my mouth,
giving me a surprisingly full mouth with his first hard spurt. I
swallowed quickly, but he was cumming a lot and I couldn't keep up. I
felt his sperm running from the corners of my mouth, down the shaft and
across my fingers. I stroked it into his skin, massaging his hard cock
with my hands as if I were milking every last drop of semen he had.

It seemed like I'd swallowed a gallon of Josh's sperm by the time
he was finished. He came more than anyone I'd ever met and I'd
managed to swallow a lot of it. But a lot had escaped too and I spent
several minutes licking his cock and balls and my hand, sucking his
sperm from my fingers while he watched and tried to catch his breath.

"Did you really mean it?" Josh finally asked me, grinning from ear
to ear. "About Jane?"

"Yeah." I laughed at him. "I wouldn't have said it if I
didn't mean it."

"I..." he shook his head. "I never did it, I mean..."

"What? A blowjob?" I grinned. "Did you like it?" I was still
holding his cock and he was still hard as a rock.

"Yeah, no, I mean that too..." He laughed and blushed a little.
"I mean I liked it, yeah, but I've never had sex before."

"You're a virgin?" I smiled, but I wasn't teasing him at all.
"That's okay, Josh. I am too!"

"You are?" he looked like he didn't believe me.

"Yeah, I swear." I giggled.

"Oh, um...okay." Josh laughed too, like what was he gonna say?

"Just don't give Jane her panties back until I tell you, okay?" I
grinned at him. "I wanna be there to see it."

"Oh, yeah, sure." He agreed, but he looked happily confused.

Like I said, I had no idea why I did what I did with Josh. Maybe I just
felt really sorry for him? Like I was giving him sympathy sex or
something? Or maybe just the way I knew he was sad and frustrated about
Sandy, and yet refused to be mad at me had really meant something to me
inside. I think that's closer to the reason. Whatever it was though,
I knew I was going to be regretting it later. I'd just broken like
every rule I had about having sex with my friends. I knew that was
gonna be bad.

We got Josh's battery back into his truck, talking and laughing like
normal and if I was worried about Josh thinking he was all of a sudden
my new boyfriend, he didn't act like it. That made me happy mostly,
but I think it surprised and even disappointed me a little too, but
that was just me being a kid. Like a little voice saying he should be
thinking like that, because he owed me. But Josh didn't owe me
anything, I'd been the one wanting sex, not him. I'd done it to
him, he hadn't done anything to me. Sometimes I'm just selfish
though.

"Hey, um, can you take my bike home for me?" I asked Josh as I was
getting ready to go back to school for football practice. It was almost
3 and the bell was gonna ring soon.

"To your place? Yeah, sure." Josh nodded. "If you want, just put
it in the back now and I'll give you a lift. How are you gonna get
home though?"

"A friend of mine is picking me up." I smiled. "At least he said
he would, if he doesn't it's gonna be a long walk."

"If he doesn't just give me a call, I owe you big time." He
grinned as I started protesting that he didn't owe me a thing cause
I'd wanted to do it too. "I mean for fixing my truck. Again."

"Oh," I blushed and laughed at myself. "Yeah, well...uh, we'll
see."

"Don't worry, Ann. I know we were just havin' fun." Josh
shrugged. We were halfway to my school. "I won't tell anybody or
anything."

"Thanks Josh." I smiled gratefully and leaned over to kiss his
cheek.

I did feel relieved and I'd been surprised by Josh again, just
because I kept underestimating my friend. The same way everyone else
did, I suppose, and right then I was really wishing I could figure out
a way to get him together with Sandy. But that seemed hopeless and I
felt bad about it.

Miss Haven wasn't in the locker room when I got there, like 3 minutes
after classes had let out. I wasn't sure if she was going to be at
practice or not, but I figured she would be since she'd said she was
coming to work this afternoon anyway. Or maybe she was just gonna stop
by long enough to give Principal Snyder a little thrill and tell him
she was taking some more days off. It didn't really matter though. I
knew I was gonna be a seeing a lot of her anyway, probably for the rest
of my life, and that thought made me giggle cause it was so weird.

I'd just gotten my boots and socks off, and had my jeans halfway down
my thighs when there came three soft knocks on the door. I grinned and
shucked my boxers too, so I was just standing there in my number 24
T-shirt when I opened the door, standing to the side behind it and
smiling at Little Steve.

"Hi." He said, but he looked a little shy standing outside the
girls' locker room like that.

"Hey, come on in." I giggled and when he hesitated I grabbed him,
pulling him inside by the sleeve of his jacket.

He blushed a little and then he really got red when he saw me naked
from the waist down. Steve pushed his glasses up his nose and tried not
to look at my little 14 year old pussy, but that was about impossible
for him, like it was for most boys. Usually I didn't like anybody
really noticing my sex like that, but I was in some strange mood anyway
and besides, Little Steve wanted to be my boyfriend, right? I hadn't
made up my mind about that, but I'd decided I liked teasing him
anyway.

"I called my dad, so I can come over and..." I'd been walking
back to my locker and I turned my head, looking at him. He was just
staring at my butt. "Steve?" I asked, but he didn't say anything.
"Hey," I turned around, putting my hands on my boyish hips, "you
wanna wrestle?"

"Huh? What? Oh...sorry." He looked up at me finally and swallowed
hard.

"I said I can come over tonight. You're dad's gonna give us a
ride, right?" I watched him nod slowly. "Good."

"I better, um...I should go..." Steve glanced at the door.
"Before somebody, um..."

But it was too late and even as Steve was saying that, Miss Haven was
walking in, wearing her starched white Nurse's uniform, the top
button undone so just a hint of her firm full breasts could be seen.
She was all white, in her heels, stockings and dress, all except for
the thin black collar around her neck. I really couldn't believe
she'd worn it to school, and I wondered what the principal had said
about it.

The door closed with a heavy thud that echoed through the locker room
like thunder and Steve actually jumped, just a little. Maybe I did too,
actually, just because I was so surprised.

"Oh, we have a visitor?" Nurse Haven had stopped a few feet into
the locker room, standing straight and tall, with her arms crossed and
not smiling very much at all. With her blonde hair pulled back from her
beautiful face and pinned up tightly, Nurse Haven looked very serious,
but I guess she was supposed to, since she was one of the teachers,
sorta. Or at least an employee of the school, which was the same thing
to Steve, really.

"I...I'm sorry, I was uh, I mean...We were just talking and..."
Little Steve looked like he wanted to run and he even started moving,
just a little.

"What's your name?" Nurse Haven asked him and Steve stopped
moving like he was frozen or something.

"S-Steve, uh Steve Sawyer." He swallowed so hard I could hear it
and I smiled a little behind his back.

"Well, Mr. Sawyer, you're in big trouble. Don't you know this is
the GIRLS' locker room?" Nurse Haven stressed the word, just in
case Little Steve might have missed it somehow.

"Y-Yes ma'am." Steve looked down at his feet.

"I'm going to have to report this, Mr. Sawyer. Do your parents know
that you spend your time in the girls' locker room? Do they know
you're a little pervert? Hmmm...?" Miss Haven was really scaring
him now and I almost felt bad for the boy, but I knew she was kidding.
Or at least I hoped she was.

"N-No..." Steve sounded miserable, like he was almost going to cry.

I was just about ready to tell Nurse Haven that it was my fault, that
I'd sort of made Steve come inside, but she was already talking
again.

"Or maybe we could find some other way to fix this." Nurse Haven
seemed to think about that. "I suppose a good spanking might teach
you a lesson. What do you think, Mr. Sawyer?"

"A...A spanking?" He glanced at the woman and his body actually
shook as a shiver ran through him. "I, uh..." He didn't have a
clue what he was supposed to say, and if I knew Steve he'd probably
love a spanking, actually. But maybe not right then, because his young
life was flashing in front of his eyes.

"A spanking." Nurse Haven smiled, just a little, and nodded her
head. "But not from me. I believe Miss Russet is the injured party
here. Would you care to spank this bad boy, Miss Russet?"

Nurse Haven looked at me and Steve just looked down, red faced as ever.
I could see Lisa's eyes shining and not cold at all, in stark
contrast with the rest of her. She was playing with him, but only she
and I knew that, poor Steve might figure it out, but I don't think
Miss Haven wanted him too, at least not until later.

"Yeah." I nodded, giggling just a little. "I'll spank him."

"Well, there we are Mr. Sawyer. Now, get over there and put your
hands on the bench, that's it...go on..." We watched as Little
Steve reluctantly did as he was told, not looking at either of us as he
bent over, keeping his legs straight, and putting his palms on the
wooden bench in front of the lockers.

"No...No...Not like that!" Nurse Haven chided him. "You're
being punished now, pull your pants down! Underwear too. This is going
to be a proper spanking!" Steve gasped and stood up, looking over his
shoulder at Nurse Haven like he couldn't believe what she'd just
said. "Do it! Or I'll call Principal Snyder and your parents and
tell them what their bad little boy has been up to!"

Steve glanced at me and I was actually pretty naked right then, having
taken off my Jeff Gordon t-shirt a few minutes before. I'd gotten
pretty warm watching Lisa take charge of Steve like that, mostly
because I didn't think she could even imagine being so dominant, let
alone actually doing it. It was shocking really, and more than a little
exciting. My sex was getting moist and my tender nipples itched like
crazy.

I stared at Steve as he undid his corduroys, pushing them down his thin
white 13 year old thighs, and then his underwear, a pair of plain old
briefs. I blinked with surprise as I saw his penis suddenly pop up like
a little jack-in-the-box, about 4" long and all white and pinkish and
stiff with excitement. He had a serious erection and I laughed in
astonishment.

"What's so funny, Miss Russet?" Lisa asked me, sounding a little
annoyed, but that was just because she was staying in character, I
thought.

"His dick is hard!" I even pointed at it and poor Little Steve
groaned like he was dying and just stared down at the floor, burning
with humiliation. "He's got a boner!"

"Does he?" Nurse Haven clucked her tongue. "I'm sure the school
board would find that very interesting. Do you want me to tell them,
Mr. Sawyer? Or are you going to put your hands on the bench, like I
told you to?"

Steve wasn't saying a word; he just bent over at the waist and
waited, suffering silently as I moved to spank his bare butt. It was
seriously getting me high, as if I was on some weird drug or a little
drunk maybe. My blood was rushing through my veins and it was hard to
breathe, like I kept forgetting how to do it or something.

"Ten good ones, Miss Russet. Make them hurt too, I want this bad
little boy to learn his lesson well." Lisa was smiling at me then,
now that Steve couldn't see her, and she was even touching herself,
just a little, her hands pressing her white skirt to form a soft V
between the tops of her thighs.

I spanked Steve slowly, but very hard, trying to think of how Coach had
spanked me before. I'd liked it a lot, and the harder Coach had done
it, the more I'd liked it. I hoped Steve would feel the same way.

His ass was hot already, I could tell as soon as my hand smacked his
soft round butt. His whole body was burning up and he was shaking, just
a little. I left a bright red palm print on his pale skin and it
actually stung my hand a little, but I didn't mind it so much. I felt
like I was gonna cum just from spanking the boy.

"You'd better count, Mr. Sawyer, I don't think Miss Russet will,
and I certainly won't." She chuckled and it sounded sort of cruel.
"Otherwise you might be here all night, so...Out loud if you
please."

"One!" Steve said, loud enough so we could hear him easily, and
there was a little sniffle at the end of it.

I spanked him again, in the exact same spot, making his small body jerk
slightly. "Two!" and again and again. By the time I'd spanked him
five times he was trembling like a leaf and crying just a little, but
not from the pain, just from being embarrassed really.

"Is he still hard, Miss Russet?" Nurse Haven asked me, giving
Little Steve a break as I looked, bending next to him and lifting his
shirt and jacket a little.

"Yep!" I giggled and he was too. Steve's cock was hard as steel,
pointing straight out along his tummy and literally dripping precum
onto the floor. I didn't feel bad then, he was liking this as much as
I was, and that sent another little wave of heat through my body.

"Well, keep going then. Where were we? Three?" Nurse Haven teased
him.

"Five." Steve said weakly.

"Oh, that many already? Are you sure?" Miss Haven sounded doubtful
and I laughed. "Well, maybe you're right then. Keep going, Miss
Russet."

I slapped Steve's butt hard, so that the sound seemed to bounce
around the locker room and his ass jiggled, just a little, but he had
sort of a skinny butt anyway. "Six!" Steve said and I gave him
another and then another until there was just one more left to give.
His ass was really red and my hand was a little sore, but I barely
noticed it.

"Last one Mr. Sawyer." Nurse Haven said to him. "Have you learned
your lesson yet?"

"Y-yes." Steve nodded his head and he was crying, but his penis was
so hard I thought it must have been hurting him a lot more than any
spanking ever could.

"Good." Nurse Haven nodded to me and I gave his butt one last
spanking, extra hard on his beet red ass, making him jump slightly up
on his tiptoes.

I stepped back, smiling and panting with excitement, watching as Steve
stood up slowly. His eyes were closed and he was breathing hard as
tears ran down his red cheeks. He started pulling up his underwear
blindly, but Miss Haven stopped him.

"What do you think you're doing?" She demanded and Steve did open
his eyes then, turning to look at her in confusion. "We're not
finished yet."

"B-But you said..." He started to protest.

"You didn't say 'ten', Mr. Sawyer." Nurse Haven shook her
head. "Now we have to start all over!"

"Wha...What?" Steve gasped.

"I'll go explain to Coach why you're late, Miss Russet." She
smiled at me. "Can you handle this bad boy?"

"Yeah, Lisa." I laughed. "I can handle him."

"You do whatever Miss Russet tells you, do you understand me? And if
I ever, EVER see you in this room again..." Nurse Haven left her
thoughts unfinished, but I bet Steve was pretty sure they weren't
good and he was nodding as Miss Haven walked out of the locker room.

"Y-You aren't gonna spank me anymore...are you?" Steve was
looking at me with wet injured eyes.

"Didn't you like it?" I asked, moving close and taking his cock
in my hand.

"Y-Yeah..." He closed his eyes as he felt my soft fingers wrapping
themselves around his penis. "She...she scared me though...and y-you
were doing it....hard..." He sucked a sharp breath.

"I know." I said softly. "I'll make it up to you." I slipped
down in front of him, feeling my whole body quiver with pleasure as I
took his cockhead into my mouth.

"Ohhh..." Steve sighed and thrust his hips a little, putting his
hands in my short blonde hair and arching his back.

I reached down to rub my clit, unable to stop myself. I'd gotten
horny with Josh, but that hadn't been so bad. Spanking Steve, seeing
him humiliated by Lisa and knowing that he was enjoying it, that was
too much though. I was gonna cum hard in like three seconds, and as
soon as I slid my tight soft lips down the length of Steve's cock I
knew he was right there with me.

He came within a minute, maybe just 30 seconds even, and as soon as I
felt his cock spasm over my tongue, his hot gooey sperm filling my
mouth, I was cumming too. I could barely focus enough to swallow, but I
did, mostly out of reflex probably, moving my mouth as Steve's hips
thrust in time with his spewing penis.

I just kept my fingers on my clit, rubbing it with small tight circles
as my body shivered uncontrollably. I had his cock completely in my
mouth, taking the boy easily so that I could feel his soft pubic hair,
thin and sparse against my face. I wrapped my left arm around Steve's
waist holding him to me, clutching at him as I lost myself in my
climax. It was good like that, almost magical, having him cum in my
mouth the same time I was cumming and I kept him close while I came
down slowly.

"Oh, jeeze...jesus....god..." Steve was catching his breath,
stroking my hair and he looked down at me with red-rimmed, but happily
shining eyes. "Thank you...that was...wow..."

"Yeah." I giggled, licking my lips. "Me too." I just sat back,
breathing hard and I could feel some sperm on my lips and around my
mouth. I wiped at it with my fingers, licking them clean while Steve
watched. "You taste good."

"Oh..." He giggled and then started pulling up his pants. "I
better...uh, she might come back and..."

"Yeah." I nodded, smiling and not wanting to tell him that Nurse
Haven had been having a lot of fun herself, and she wasn't going to
disturb us again. I thought Steve liked getting caught, the same way
Lisa liked the possibility of being found out with me. I didn't
really understand it, the same way I didn't understand why Jane got
off on being humiliated in public, but I could appreciate the benefits,
that was for sure.

Steve fixed his pants quickly and even gave me a kiss on the lips, just
a little one, and it was sort of awkward, like maybe he wasn't
entirely sure he should, but I let him and I loved it, of course. He
left the locker room, sneaking out like a little thief, and that made
me laugh and I really didn't feel like playing football at all. Not
right then anyway, I just sat there naked and looking down at my pussy,
which was wet and glistening and still hot as ever.

My clit was hard and pink, like a little round bit of pencil eraser no
bigger than a fingernail. But it felt big, throbbing and humming like
crazy, and I wanted to touch it some more. I wished Lisa would come
back, or that Jane or Julie were there, since I loved them all. I
wanted to feel them, any of them, or all of them, touching me. I wanted
to let them kiss me, down there in that place I disliked so much. I
wasn't thinking about having a cock. I wasn't thinking about having
queer boy sex, I was thinking about being a girl. About having my pussy
kissed and licked and nibbled.

I'd always fought those feelings before. Ignored them or punished
myself for having them. But maybe I was just too tired to do that
anymore. I'd touched myself, the way I sometimes did, and it had been
nice. It had been necessary even. I'd wanted to do it and had to,
just because it was me. I couldn't deny that, could I? It was my
body, as much as I wished it weren't and maybe I was finally
accepting that.

I touched my clit and it gave me a little jolt of pleasure. I flicked
it a little, and rubbed it and then I even pinched it, gasping at the
sensation which was almost painful, but good at the same time. I still
wished I had a cock, and I told myself it was okay to wish and even
pretend, but sometimes it was okay just to be what I was too. I laid
myself down on the cool matted floor, not caring if it was dirty or
not, not caring about anything as I rubbed my cunt. Really rubbed it
for the first time in my young life, or so it seemed.

My fingers went inside and I was doing more than just exploring, like
I'd done occasionally. I was masturbating, touching my pussy all
over, inside and out, looking for the good places, the best places that
would take me higher and higher. I was finding them too, like I was
learning how to make myself feel real good, the way every young girl
does I suppose. I should have been doing it in my bed, probably, or in
my bathtub maybe, and I laughed at myself for doing it in the middle of
the girls' locker room. The door wasn't even locked, I didn't
think, and anyone could come in, but I didn't care.

I was in a weird mood, and had been all day long, ever since breakfast
that morning. Something that should have been completely normal, but
had actually been really, really weird. Just like me.


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The end of Chapter Twenty
rache696@yahoo.com

Note: I'm not sure anyone would notice, but there are small
continuity problems which arise. I've been ignoring them, intending
to proof the story in it's entirety for spelling, grammar, and
continuity when it's finished. The improved revisions will then be
reposted and also available on my site. But that doesn't help us
right now, unfortunately. I won't say what's bad, but if you notice
discrepancies, please know that I'm aware of them and apologize.
Hopefully they haven't been too much of a distraction.

Thanks for reading, and thanks for your patience and your feedback. It
means a lot to me. Best always, rache

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