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Orange County Babylon
PART TWO by
Michael Dalton
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AUTHOR'S NOTE
This novel was first published in August, and has remained one of
the most popular and most requested works I have written. From the
vast amount of feedback I have gotten over it, I have been able to make
some revisions and corrections that warranted a repost. This is still
the same story, mind you--what I have changed were a number of factual
and grammatical errors pointed out to me by my readers. In particular,
I want to thank Neverless and Lee Vine for assistance in that regard.
With eight or nine months of hindsight (I wrote the first draft
of OCB in March), I have to say that I am not entirely happy with this
thing. Among other problems, I think it starts too quickly and the
behavior and personality of some of the characters in Part One are
inconsistent with what occurs later. None of this appears to have
dimmed the enthusiasm that has greeted the story, but it bears pointing
out.
If you haven't read this before, a few words of warning. This
novel (and it *is* a novel--it runs to over 98,000 words) should not be
taken too seriously. It is best described as a silly, sappy, high
school soap opera. The protagonist has more good fortune and more wild
experiences in one year than most people have in their entire lives. I
don't just mean the sex, either. Although there is plenty of sex in
this story, there are also long stretches of action where nothing
remotely sexual occurs. This is because the story is supposed to be a
full depiction of the protagonist's life, not simply a catalog of his
sexual behavior. As in the real world, sexual activity has certain
consequences, and that is what I have tried to accurately describe.
The reader will note fairly quickly that this story appears to
fall into one of the worst stereotypes of low-grade erotica: the
football player and the cheerleaders. To this appearance, I freely
confess--but there is a great deal else going on in here.
Nevertheless, should you have a congenital allergy to football, you may
want to skip this, as there is plenty of explicit sports to go with the
explicit sex.
Those of you familiar with Orange County, California, will note
that I have taken certain liberties in my descriptions, particularly
with the locations and athletic programs of area high schools. I did
this solely out of laziness--I wasn't interested in researching the
actual composition of the local high school football conferences.
This work is, in many ways, a satire. The views expressed herein
should not be taken as serious commentary on either the County of
Orange, the Roman Catholic Church, or the United States Marine Corps.
I make one exception to that disclaimer, however. My descriptions of
the Orange County foster care system do not in any way resemble
reality. The actual system is currently in very dire straits, and few,
if any, children who go through it have experiences as easy and
pleasant as the protagonist's. Sexual abuse of foster children is
unfortunately not uncommon, and in real life, the consequences are far
different from what I have described here.
One last note: Please do NOT e-mail me for missing pieces. This
is a very large file and mailing it is a pain. All the pieces of this
story should be available in the ASSM archive, the address for which
can be found in the header above.
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VIII.
Jack awoke feeling stiff and achy. He listened for sounds in the rest of
the house, but heard nothing. He had to urinate, and his cock was painfully
erect because of it. But he knew the girls were just beyond the bathroom,
and didn't dare go in there lest they discover him and insist on another
round.
He rolled over, facing the wall. There was a football game that night, and
although he wasn't starting--he might not even play--he imagined that the
previous night's orgy had sapped a lot of his strength. Here he had just
made the team, and he was already in danger of losing his spot. He wondered
how things were going to be at school now that he had six girls to service
instead of just one. He had a feeling some of them--and possibly all of
them--would not be satisfied with just last night. Things were bound to be
difficult. God, or Satan, was testing him, and so far he wasn't doing too
well.
He heard the bathroom door creak open, and knew instantly what was going
on, and who it was. A body slipped into bed behind him. Then he caught a
whiff of her perfume, and realized it wasn't Karen.
He twisted over, finding a mass of blonde hair in his face.
"I woke up horny," Summer said. She squirmed under his arm, reaching over
to feel the muscles on his torso. She slid up, biting softly at his
shoulder. His confusion and guilt were buried under a mass of lust. Summer
was the prettiest, sexiest girl he had ever met, and here she was in bed
with him demanding attention. How could he possibly resist her, no matter
how wrong it was?
Her hand slid down, finding his stiff cock.
"I see you did too. Doing anything with this?"
She stroked him up and down a few times, face buried against his neck.
"God, I love your dick."
"What about Billy?"
"Forget Billy. I kind of have to date him, since he's the quarterback and
I'm the head cheerleader, but you're the one I want. He does nothing for
me."
She continued stroking him.
"I've given Billy a few hand jobs. You're about twice as big as he is. He's
been begging me for months to sleep with him. I won't do it. I told him I'm
waiting until my wedding night. Everyone thinks I'm so snotty and stuck-up.
The Virgin Princess. With him I am. But with you I can be a slut."
"You're not a slut."
"I am for you. I never wanted to lose it in the back seat of some car like
some stupid kid. I wanted it to be special. I wanted someone special. Billy
was never going to be it. I've never met anyone who makes me feel like you
do. I thought about my first time for so long. Last night was beyond
anything I ever hoped for."
She took his hand, pulling it between her legs. She was already wet.
"Can you feel that?" she moaned. "Can you feel how bad I want you?"
He rolled over, taking her head in one hand while pulling up between her
legs with the other, kissing her roughly. She moaned, arching her back.
"Come on."
She pulled him on top of her, spreading her legs, and a moment later he was
inside her. After that, the familiar fog of arousal took over, and there
was only his steady climb toward release, broken up by her shuddering,
gasping climaxes.
Summer returned to the other room afterward, and no one else appeared to
take the next spot in line. He rose when the bathroom seemed clear, and
took a shower. Most of the girls had gone home by the time he came
downstairs, and only Becky remained. She and Karen flirted with him
briefly, but otherwise left him alone.
"I hope they didn't keep you up too late," Marcia said a while later.
"No, ma'am. I went to bed after the movie was over." It wasn't exactly a
lie.
She smiled at him.
"Was there anyone you liked? I noticed Summer paying a fair amount of
attention to you."
He blushed.
"I think she has a boyfriend."
"Maybe so, but I can tell when a woman is interested in a man. If I were
her boyfriend, I'd be worried. I think she has her sights set on you."
"She's nice, but it's nothing."
She laughed, putting a hand on his arm.
"You're so adorably clueless. Summer is a lovely girl, and from what I
hear, she's very sweet. I wouldn't rule anything out."
Jack went over to the school for the pre-game warm-ups around five. The
game started at seven, and as the coach had told him, he spent the first
half on the sidelines. Sacred Heart fell behind 13-7, and had trouble
containing the opposing team's running back, who scored both of their
touchdowns.
The cheerleaders moved up and down the sidelines following the action as
they did their cheers, but more than once, Jack caught them staring at him
and giggling. He also noticed, as he had wondered about, that Corinne was
generating a great deal of jiggle even in the tight sports bra she was
apparently wearing. He thought he could see some of the fans remarking on
it.
At halftime, the coach lectured them on a few things he wanted to change
for the second half. Toward the end, he turned to Jack.
"O'Leary, you're going in for Gonzales at middle linebacker. I want to see
if we can stop this guy by trying something different."
Jack nodded, noting a glance of resentment from the other player. But Randy
Nelson patted him on the back as he returned to the field.
"You must have impressed the coach, man. You walk on in the middle of the
week, and he's already got you in the game."
"I just hope I can keep from screwing up."
After the kickoff, when Sacred Heart's defense ran onto the field, Jack
ventured a glance over to the cheerleaders. As he had suspected, they were
pointing in his direction.
On the second play, the opposing quarterback handed off to their running
back, and after breaking through a hole in the line, the guy came straight
at Jack. Jack lowered himself down, not being faked out by his legwork, and
caught the guy around the waist. Jack wrestled in the heavyweight division,
and was used to competing against guys his size or bigger. The running back
was very quick, but Jack outweighed him by a good thirty pounds. In a
split-second, his tackle had lifted the guy into the air, and his momentum
forced them both back. He slammed the player onto the ground as he would
have done in a wrestling match.
He got up quickly, acknowledging with some bashfulness the slaps and
encouragements from his teammates. Then he noticed the running back on his
hands and knees, gasping for breath. Jack went back over to him.
"Hey, you all right?"
The guy nodded, and one of the opposing players pulled him back.
"Yo, give him some air, man."
The running back got up a few seconds later, and play resumed. In the
defensive huddle, Randy laughed, thumping Jack on the back.
"What a pussy! Keep that shit up if you can."
Jack soon discovered that he was pretty good at this. After a few offensive
series in which their running back was suddenly ineffective, the other team
began running him around the corners in an attempt to avoid Jack. The
tactic was only marginally successful, and the third quarter ended with the
score still 13-7. Sacred Heart's defense had been revitalized, but its
offense was still having trouble.
A few minutes into the fourth quarter, the coach called for a blitz up the
middle. As the play started, Randy opened a hole in the line, and Jack
raced through it. He caught the quarterback unprepared, and slammed into
him. The quarterback went down, but Jack's hit had knocked the ball out of
his hands. Jack stayed on his feet, and before he even realized what was
happening, the ball had bounced right into his arms. He snatched it out of
the air, and pointed himself toward the goal line as a thunderous cheer
erupted from the Sacred Heart bleachers. Ten yards short of the line, Jack
heard feet thudding behind him. Hands grabbed onto his jersey, but he
lowered himself, staying up, and dragged his tackler into the end zone. As
they fell to the ground, he realized it was the running back. The player
rolled away from him, cursing. Then Jack was buried by his jubilant
teammates.
Back on the sidelines, Karen and Becky came over to hug him. He noticed
Summer nearby, apparently wanting to do the same, but not willing to risk
it with Billy in the same crowd of people.
Sacred Heart's kicker made the extra point, and twenty minutes later, the
game ended 14-13, with Jack's touchdown having made the difference.
After the game, the coach came up to put his arm around Jack.
"You did good, kid. You and Gonzales are competing for the starting spot
next week. Do as well in practice as you did tonight, and you've got it."
"Thank you, sir."
"No, thank you, Jack. This game looked pretty sad until you went in there."
In the shower, he got a few more congratulations from the other players.
Then Randy pointed at him and laughed.
"Whoa, Jack, I thought you said you and Karen were just friends."
He froze.
"What do you mean?"
"How'd you get all those scratches on your back, man? That looks like some
serious action there."
"Uh, that's not what it is. I was helping Mrs. Lynch with some yard work. I
lost my balance and fell into a rose bush."
Randy laughed.
"Sure, man."
"Really."
Billy yelled over at them.
"Let him have his fantasies, Jack. Randy's never going to get shit, so he
has to talk about it all the time."
"Oh, you should be talking, Mason. You gonna pop that cherry you got before
doomsday?"
The other players laughed, and Billy glared at him. Jack tried not to look
at Billy, since Summer was responsible for most of the scratches on his
back.
Randy turned to Jack, laughing.
"Billy's just mad 'cause he's got the hottest chick in school and she won't
let him past second base."
"Nelson, you know nobody's gonna get that milk unless they buy the cow
first," one of the other players, whose name was Joe, said. "Right now that
pussy belongs to Jesus."
That remark brought Billy spinning around.
"Hey, fuck you, man!"
Joe just laughed.
"Tell me I'm lying, Billy. Tell me she ain't told you she wants to get
married first."
Billy turned away in frustration, leaving the shower.
"Just fuck off."
More laughter chased him back into the locker room. Randy turned back to
Jack.
"Hey man, level with me. Is anything going on between you and Karen?"
"Not really. I mean, she's my foster sister, right?"
"Too bad. That's one hot piece of ass, I'm telling you."
"She's too skinny," Joe said.
Randy scoffed.
"Will you fucking drop that shit, Dickson? The day you get your paws on
Corrine Harris's milkwagons, I will personally kiss your ass on the
fifty-yard line. That is my solemn promise."
"Hey, that's a bet, man."
"And one you're never going to collect on."
Randy looked back over to Jack.
"No, I'm telling you, Summer Carlson is the hottest overall, Becky Smith
has the best tits, but there ain't no one in school with an ass on her like
Karen Lynch's."
Jack couldn't resist a grin. As much as the vulgarity of this conversation
repulsed him, he had to agree with him.
"It's pretty nice."
"You ever get an accidental view of it, you gotta let me know."
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IX.
When Jack exited the locker room, he ran into Billy Mason. He patted Jack
on the back.
"Great game, man,"
"Thanks."
"Some of the guys are coming over to my house for a party. Why don't you
come with us?"
"I should get home. I think Mrs. Lynch is expecting me back."
"Just call her. You're the new guy, you should come hang out with us for a
while."
"Okay. Maybe for a little while."
"Cool."
"Where are the phones?"
"There's one around back of the gym."
Billy glanced around them as if he was looking for someone.
"What?"
"Fucking Summer. She was supposed to meet me out here afterward. If you see
her, tell her where I am."
"Okay."
Jack walked around the building looking for the phone. He looked around,
wondering if maybe Karen or one of the other girls were waiting for him.
The phone was in a dark area, and the light was out. When he stopped in
front of it, he suddenly felt arms sliding around his waist from behind,
then a pair of full breasts pressing against his back. He smelled her
perfume and knew who it was.
"I was waiting for you."
"Billy is looking for you."
"I know. I wanted to find you first."
She reached up, biting his shoulder softly. He felt her hot breath on his
neck.
"I know I have to share you, but I don't like it. Tell me I'm the one you
want the most."
"You are."
"Say it."
"You're the one I want the most."
She moaned.
"Billy is a jerk, and so is Joe Dickson. They're always talking about us
like that in the shower. I loved the way you denied everything."
"How could I tell them anything?"
"Some of them would. Randy Nelson would be shouting it from the rooftops."
She licked his neck, gnawing on him.
"Do you know how wet I am right now? Feel."
She took his hand, pulling it around under her skirt, pressing it between
her thighs. She had thick polyester bottoms under her cheerleading skirt,
and they were hot and damp. He pushed his finger up, feeling the squishy
wet flesh under the fabric. She gasped.
"Can you feel that? And all I've been doing is standing here thinking about
you. I almost came when you scored that touchdown."
He continued massaging her, all other concerns lost, wanting nothing but to
keep the sweet pressure of her breasts and body against his back.
"Oh . . ."
She moaned, breathing hard against his neck. She pulled herself tighter
against him, biting him. She began to whine through clenched teeth.
Billy's voice jerked them back to reality.
"Summer?"
He was about twenty yards away, yelling for her.
"Shit," she muttered. She pulled herself away from Jack. He shoved his hand
into his pocket, trying to dry it off.
Billy saw them and walked over. He gave Jack an uncertain look.
"Where were you?"
"I had to make a phone call. Jack was just waiting for me to get done."
Billy glanced at Jack, not sure what to make of the situation. But Summer
went to him, putting her arm around his waist, and he seemed to relax.
"Are you coming to the party, Jack?" she asked.
"Yeah. But I have to call Mrs. Lynch."
"Okay. See you there."
She led Billy off, daring a parting smile at Jack. He watched her leave and
then called Marcia.
"That's fine, Jack. Have fun. Just try to be home by one. Remember we have
Mass in the morning."
"Okay, I will."
"Is Summer going to be there?"
She sounded amused.
"Um, I think so."
"Well, think about what I said. I won't mention it again, though."
"Okay."
"Have fun. I'll see you in the morning."
Jack caught a ride with Randy Nelson. He wasn't sure what kind of party
they had in mind, but it turned out to be tame enough. No one produced any
alcohol that he could see, and the refreshments were limited to soda and
assorted snacks. About half the team showed up, along with all the
cheerleaders except Kisu, and about a dozen other random girls. Karen
stayed with him for most of the night, but behaved like a foster sister for
once. He spent most of the time trying to get to know the other guys on the
team.
He was out in the garage about midnight when he heard yelling inside the
house. The other kids all turned to stare. He couldn't quite make out what
was being said, and it stopped after a few seconds. A minute later, Summer
and Corinne came out of the house and walked up the driveway to stand on
the corner. Karen left Jack's side and went over to them. The three girls
talked for a few minutes while the other guys in the garage whispered about
them.
"I bet Billy and Summer got into another fight," Joe said.
"Another one?"
"They've been having problems. It's happened before."
"I hope they work it out," one girl said.
"I don't," Joe said.
"Why not?"
"It's too cute for my taste. The head cheerleader and the quarterback.
Makes me want to yak."
"I feel sorry for Billy," another girl said. "She doesn't deserve him."
Joe laughed, and the girl gave him a dirty look. Then she went into the
house.
"I bet she's going to comfort Billy."
"Probably," Jack said.
A few minutes later, Jack noticed Karen waving for him to come over. He
walked out to the corner. Summer was still staring out across the street,
arms crossed. But she looked over and smiled at him slightly.
"Billy and Summer got into a big fight," Karen said.
"Fuck him," Summer said. "It's over."
Karen and Corinne glanced at her, then at Jack.
"Can you take her home?"
"Me?"
"You might as well," Summer said. "You're the reason we got into a fight.
He must have seen more than I thought."
Jack looked back at the house nervously. He didn't see Billy, but Joe was
watching him. Then he looked back at the girls.
"Um, it's just that if everyone sees me taking her home . . ."
Karen grinned.
"Don't worry about it. We'll work it out later. Just go."
Jack hesitated. He thought he and Billy were possibly becoming friends.
This would drive a permanent wedge between them. But then, the choice
between Summer and Billy was no contest. Summer took his arm, pulling him
into the street.
"Come on."
He followed her over to her car, a relatively new Mustang.
"Can you drive? I don't feel like it."
"Yeah."
She gave him the keys, and they got into the car.
"What exactly happened between you and Billy?" he asked when he pulled
away.
"He didn't like my explanation of why we were hanging out by the phone.
Plus, he claims to have seen me watching you too much during the game. He
accused me of flirting with you, and I told him off. After that we just
started yelling at each other."
"Oh."
"Don't feel bad. It was ending one way or another. I'm sick of him."
She took his hand.
"You're the only one I want anyway."
The hand was soon in her lap.
"Finish what you started," she moaned softly. She had changed into a tank
dress, and when he slid his hand up between her thighs, he discovered that
she had no panties on. She grinned at him.
"I was going to seduce you tonight, but Billy intervened."
He resumed rubbing her gently, and she rose to orgasm in a few minutes,
clawing at his arm. She lay in her seat, breathing heavily and twitching,
until he got to her house.
"Pull into the driveway."
He did, then shut off the car.
"Your place is only a couple of blocks over. You don't mind walking?"
"No."
She smiled at him.
"You're so cool."
She climbed over into his lap, putting her arms around his neck and kissing
him. He pulled her over, getting her to straddle him, and she sat down on
his thighs. He ran his hands all over her, feeling her legs, her firm butt,
then her full breasts. She was bigger than Becky, a little more than a
handful, but not quite as perky. Her nipples were rocks against his palms.
She pulled down the shoulder straps of her dress, exposing herself, then
rose up to let him suckle her. She put her arms around his head and moaned.
A minute later, she reached down and began digging his cock out of his
jeans. He lifted up, letting her slide his jeans down until he was free.
Then she repositioned herself, sitting down and swallowing him into her
swimming wetness.
She laid her head on his shoulder, biting at his neck. She rose up and down
on him, moaning.
"Do you like that?"
He groaned, digging his fingers into her ass. He was pinned in the seat,
and could do little more than fondle her and let her ride him. She began to
speed her hips, rubbing against him, and a minute later reached her
release, biting his neck painfully. He was close himself, and when she
slowed down, he took her ass in his hands and tried to move her again. She
got the message, and thrust herself at him three or four times until she
felt him squirting inside her. Only then did she relax, leaning forward
against him.
"Summer?" he said a few minutes later. She was still resting in his lap,
holding his semi-erect cock inside her.
"Hmm?"
"What about Billy?"
"Forget him. You're my boyfriend now."
"What about the others?"
"That won't change. But as far as the rest of the school knows, you're
mine."
"I don't want to share myself with them. I just want you."
She leaned back, grinning slyly.
"You don't know how I love hearing you say that."
She kissed him softly.
"But it has to be this way."
"Why?"
"Because if we tried that, they'd fuck it up somehow. You don't want to
cross Karen."
He sighed, hanging his head.
"As much as I like you, I'm not ditching my friends. Just deal with it. You
can have as much of me as you want. They won't get in the way of that."
She kissed him a few more times, then climbed over to the passenger side.
She dug a kleenex out of her purse to clean herself up. Jack pulled up his
jeans. When they were dressed, he walked her up to the front door. She
kissed him again.
"Bye."
She gave a smoldering look as she slipped through the door. He stood on the
porch wondering what to do for a minute. Then he walked home.
To his surprise, Marcia was waiting in the living room. She smiled at him.
"Karen tells me you had quite a night."
"Yes, ma'am. We won the game."
"Because of you, from what she said. And I hear you took Summer home after
the party."
He squirmed, not sure what to say.
"I like her."
She smiled again, cocking her head around to one side.
"Did you get that mark on your neck during the game or after?"
He blushed, putting his hand to his neck where Summer had bitten him.
Marcia laughed.
"It's all right. I know her mother. She's a very nice girl. Not at all like
some of Karen's wilder friends. But you might want to wear a turtleneck to
school this week."
She got up from the couch.
"Let's go to bed. We're leaving for Mass at ten-thirty."
"Okay."
When he was in the bathroom brushing his teeth, Karen slipped in through
their door.
"So?"
"What?"
"You know what I mean. Billy was really pissed when he found out you left
with Summer. He punched a hole in the wall."
He stopped brushing.
"He did?"
"Yep. They had to take him to the emergency room."
"Shit."
Karen's eyebrows went up.
"Woo-hoo. That's the first dirty word I've ever heard out of you. There's
hope for you yet."
Then her eyes narrowed.
"Listen to me. You're going to be Summer's boyfriend now, but don't get any
ideas. You still belong to me and the rest of the girls. She knows that,
whatever she told you tonight."
He hung his head, spitting out the toothpaste.
"I know."
She poked at the bite mark on his neck, and he brushed her hand away.
"Better not let Billy see that. Summer sure is into biting, isn't she?"
She pinched his butt on her way out.
"Night. I'm dying to know what you're going to tell Father Roberts at
Confession"
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X.
Jack put on his one suit the next morning, pulling his collar up to hide
the bite mark. Karen emerged from her room in a simple, demure white dress.
As they were waiting for Marcia, she discreetly backed up against his hand.
He couldn't resist cupping that hard, perfectly shaped butt of hers in his
palm. He realized a split-second before she whispered to him that something
was slightly wrong.
She grinned at him.
"I'm not wearing any panties."
He withdrew his hand, not wanting to get an erection on the way to Mass.
When they got to the church, he finally made his decision about what to do.
He would have to lie in Confession and hope God understood. God knew the
truth anyway, right? Did he have to share it with Father Roberts? He would
deal with his guilt over it by confessing every other conceivable thing he
had done wrong that week.
He avoided Karen's eyes when he approached the confessional, knowing she
would just smirk at him. He opened the door and dropped to his knees
inside.
"Bless me Father, for I have sinned. It's been one week since my last
confession."
"What sins do you have to confess?"
"I . . . I haven't had a very good week. I used profanity once. I have been
angry with several people. I lied several times. And I'm having trouble
with the girls at school."
"What sort of trouble?"
"Some of them seem to like me a lot, and it's making me very uncomfortable.
Last night I think I caused a fight between Summer Carlson and Billy
Mason."
"A fight?"
"Yes, Father. He thought she was flirting with me. She sort of was. They
got into the fight at a party at Billy's house. She asked me to take her
home after the party. Karen told me Billy punched a hole in the wall when
he found out."
He heard Father Roberts sigh.
"Jack, I know you're going through a very difficult time right now. Being a
new student at school is hard enough without the other problems you have. I
think you need to keep your distance from the girls at school for the time
being. This will prevent problems like this, and it will help you better
deal with your impure desires. You know that God wants you to keep yourself
pure?"
"Yes, Father. Of course."
"It's a difficult path to lead, but the right way always is. I want you to
say two Our Fathers and five Hail Marys. And I want you to pray to God for
guidance in this difficult time."
"Thank you, Father."
He left the confessional and went to sit with Marcia. He said Our Fathers
and Hail Marys, soon losing count, until Mass started twenty minutes later.
When the service started, he noticed Summer in a pew across the aisle,
standing with her family. She smiled at him briefly. Summer's mother looked
a lot like her. Her father was about five-ten, medium build, wire-rimmed
glasses. He looked like a doctor or a lawyer. Summer also had a younger
brother of about twelve, a bratty-looking kid with unruly blond hair.
He turned away, trying not to think about her, which only made it worse.
She was about all he could think about right now. The idea of having to
avoid her physically hurt.
When he approached the front for Communion, he said a final prayer, hoping
God understood. The taste of the Host was bitter in his mouth.
After the service, he stayed close to Marcia, trying not to socialize. He
noticed Summer glancing at him a couple of times, but she didn't approach
him. He saw Michelle, Corrine, and Becky, but tried to avoid them.
When they got home, he went up to his room to rest and think. As long as
this went on, his Sundays would be like this--wrenching guilt and a sense
that he was divorcing himself from God. Yet stopping it could put a halt to
the one thing he wanted to do with his life: honor his father's memory by
making it to the Naval Academy and becoming a Marine pilot. So far, he was
on the fast track for it. But Karen and the others could derail his dream
in a hurry.
He thought about the night before with Summer. If he was so intent on being
pure and holy, why had he been so eager to make love to her? How did God
expect him to resist such powerful urges? How did anyone do it? Karen had
awoken something in him that he never realized existed.
The thought of Karen brought back their brief encounter that morning, and
the feel of her butt in his hand, separated from her by only a thin layer
of cloth. He wanted her, even though he hated himself for it.
He rose, and changed out of his church clothes. He heard someone in the
bathroom and knew it was Karen. Kelly had already changed and gone into the
backyard.
Unable to stop himself, he opened the bathroom door. Karen was leaning
against the counter picking her teeth in the mirror. She wore only a long
T-shirt. She looked over at him and smiled.
"What?"
Saying nothing, he walked around behind her and cupped her buttocks in his
hands. She straightened up, leaning back against him.
"Mmm, I like that."
He ran one hand up her body, fondling her breasts. The other he kept on her
butt. He squeezed it hard, and she tensed the muscles. She leaned forward
again, rubbing it back at him. He stroked her softly, feeling the silkiness
of her skin.
"Mom might hear us." But she didn't move.
He was painfully erect now, and she didn't stop him when he shoved down his
shorts and positioned his cock between her buttocks. She was wet enough to
allow him in, and she pushed back, gasping softly, as he thrust into her.
He kept his eyes down, not wanting to watch himself in the mirror, only
wanting to watch himself plundering the wonderful ass in front of him. She
pushed back harder, grinding her hard buttocks into him. He felt her
fingers brushing against his balls and realized that she was playing with
herself as he thrust into her. He looked up briefly, and saw that she was
staring wide-eyed into the mirror, watching them. Sooner than he expected,
she shook in release, and he joined her a moment later, almost lifting her
into the air with his thrusts. When it was over, he withdrew.
She grabbed a kleenex to clean herself, then turned around to face him,
grinning.
"What brought that on?"
"Nothing."
"You like my butt, huh?"
With the act complete, he suddenly hated himself again. Why couldn't he
have any self-control about this?
"Well, that settles it, then. No more panties for Karen if this is what I
get out of it."
She tweaked his deflating cock and returned to her room.
Karen dressed and lay down on her bed, enjoying the tingly feeling she
always had after good sex. She had been slightly worried about Jack and
Summer--she wasn't blind, and she could see how they looked at each
other--but now she knew she had nothing to be concerned about. Jack still
wanted her, even after the night he must have had with Summer. If he liked
Karen without panties, then that was how he would get her.
She saw one of her school notebooks on the floor and picked it up. She
turned to the last page, which she had covered with scribbled notes: "Jack
& Karen." "Karen O'Leary." "Karen Lynch O'Leary." Several practice
signatures: "Karen L. O'Leary." And "Jack" "Jack" "Jack" all over the page,
large and small.
She blushed looking at it, and tore the page out of the notebook. She
wadded it up into a tiny ball and shoved it to the bottom of her
wastebasket. Then she lay back down on her bed, hiding her head under her
pillow. She wanted so badly to connect with Jack as she had that first
afternoon, but somehow she couldn't, even though they were sleeping
together now. After they made love at night and she was lying in his arms,
she felt like she should talk to him, but she couldn't quite make herself
do it. Why did this always happen? Why did she always seem to clam up just
when she was starting to get close to someone?
But Jack understood, right? He had to, even if she did get witchy with him
sometimes. Why else would she want him so badly?
She lay there, and tried to reassure herself. He had to know how she felt
about him.
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XI.
Jack decided he needed to get out of the house. Telling Marcia he wanted to
study, he walked over to the library. For an hour or so, he was able to
lose himself in his homework. But about two o'clock, he looked up to see
Kisu walking in. She saw him, smiled and came over to sit with him.
"Hi," she whispered.
"Hi."
"What are you doing?"
"Pre-calculus."
"Oh, wow. You must be in the advanced class."
"Yeah."
"My mom wanted so bad for me to get in there, but I didn't make it."
"It's hard."
"I bet. I hate math. I've never been that great at it."
"I like it. I need to do well for college."
"Where are you going?"
"The Naval Academy, I hope."
"Wow. You want to be in the Navy?"
"Marines. My dad was."
"Oh. I heard about your folks. I'm so sorry."
"Thanks."
She stroked his arm briefly.
"Can you help me with my math homework? It's just trig. That should be easy
for you."
"Yeah."
They worked on her math for a little while, and Jack decided he liked her.
Unlike the other girls seemed to be, she was serious about school. He
welcomed the opportunity to interact with her without having to get naked.
"Do you study in the library a lot?"
"Sometimes. I just came over today to get out of the house."
"Oh. My mom makes me come over here every weekend. I spend every Sunday in
the library. She's so worked up about my getting into a good college."
"Where are you thinking?"
"I'd be happy at UCLA. But she's dead set on my going to Harvard or
Stanford. I don't think it will happen, though."
At about three o-clock, Kisu leaned back in her chair and stretched.
"You want to take a break?"
Jack sat back and rubbed his eyes.
"Yeah."
They gathered up their books and walked outside the library to the
courtyard. This was a planned community they all lived in, and the library
sat on the edge of a broad park.
"Wanna walk around?"
"Sure."
"You're probably wondering something about me," she said a few minutes
later.
"What?"
"How did a girl who's never been on a date learn to do what I did the other
night?"
The thought of his encounter with her during the slumber party made him
lose a step. She noticed, and laughed.
"Sorry. I know we've been all school today. But I thought you might want to
know in case you thought I was deceiving you about being so inexperienced."
"Yeah."
"I told you my mom came here just before her wedding for an arranged
marriage."
"Right."
"Well, in Japan, people are much less uptight about sex than they are here.
Brides are expected to know a few things on their wedding night, and
afterward, even if they marry as virgins. My grandmother gave her this
'pillow book,' as they call it, about different sexual techniques. She
doesn't know I know about it, but I found it about five years ago. It's in
Japanese, but I can read it. My mom made sure I grew up knowing how. I
didn't like having to study Japanese until I found the book. I don't think
she ever uses it now. She's probably got it memorized. So she doesn't
notice that I've been reading it.
"The book tells about all sorts of things a woman can do for her man. Some
of them require a lot of specialized exercises and practice, but I've been
doing them since I found the book. That's how I knew how to do what I did,
stopping you from coming. There's a whole chapter in the book on doing
that."
Jack realized he had gotten an erection.
"But there's plenty of other things I know how to do from the book. I'd
like to try them out on you."
She grinned.
"My folks are visiting my grandparents today. They won't be home until
after dinner. We have enough time for a couple of chapters."
Jack wanted to say no, but couldn't. The lure of some exotic sexual
experience was too strong.
"You don't have any brothers or sisters?"
"I have a brother at Berkeley. That's it."
He had a sudden thought.
"Are you Catholic or not?"
"No. We're Buddhist. My mom just wanted me in private school. So you don't
have to worry that you're defiling some poor Catholic girl."
He followed her home, and she led him up to her room. She turned down her
bed.
"Undress. We'll bathe first."
"Bathe?"
"Yes. That's how they do it in Japan."
He stripped out of his clothes as she did, and she led him into her
bathroom. She ran a very hot bath, pouring green salts into the water. She
stood up and tied her long hair back behind her head.
"Sit down. I'm going to wash you."
He sat in the water, letting her scrub his back, then his arms. He couldn't
resist reaching out for her breast when they got close, but she evaded his
grasp.
"Don't. In Japan, baths are serious business. This is part of the foreplay,
but you have to be patient. You can wash me in a minute."
"Okay."
He grew more and more relaxed, luxuriating in the experience. She was
stronger than she appeared to be. Eventually she finished and rinsed him
off.
"All right, stand up."
He did, and she climbed in with him.
"Now wash me, but don't get fresh. Remember what I said about being
patient."
He tried to do to her what she had done to him, feeling clumsy. He scrubbed
her all over, resisting the impulse to fondle her in the process. She
smiled at his forbearance. When she seemed satisfied, she stood and climbed
out of the tub. He followed her, and they dried each other off.
"Now lie on the bed. I'll be right back."
She left the room for a moment, returning with a small, weathered book, a
bottle of gold liquid, and an odd-looking string of beads.
"What's that?"
"More things my mother doesn't think I know about. I need the book for some
of this, because I can't remember everything."
She had him lie on his stomach, and straddled his back. She opened the book
and laid it beside them. Then she rubbed some of the liquid on her hands,
and commenced massaging him.
"Do you like that?" she asked a few minutes later.
He could only moan in pleasure.
"You have a lot of muscles to massage. I bet you get stiff after working
out."
"Yeah."
"I could do this for you regularly if you want. It's fun."
His rapidly deflating conscience didn't like the idea, but his rapidly
inflating cock did. It felt much too good.
"Okay, roll over."
He did, and she massaged the rest of him. After finishing with the rest of
his body, she began paying more attention to his penis, occasionally
glancing at the book or turning a page. He rose to erection quickly.
She knelt beside him, holding his cock up with one hand, and bent down to
lick him. She ran the tip of her tongue up from the base, around the head,
then back down, flicking it from side to side as she descended. She
repeated the action a few times, then laid the stiff organ back down.
She leaned over, and began lightly running her tongue over his nipples. A
minute later, she returned to licking his cock as she had before. Sooner
than he expected, he closed in on orgasm, and she had done nothing but lick
him.
She noticed, and stopped.
"Getting close already?"
He nodded, and she dug her thumb into the base of his cock while pulling
down on his balls. The sensations suddenly died down. She took the oil and
applied a few drops between her legs. Then she straddled him, pressing down
until his penis separated her labia and pressed against her clitoris.
Smiling down at him, she slid up and down his organ, rubbing herself
against him. Occasionally, she would slide all the way up and let him lick
at her nipples. Again, he grew close to coming, but she recognized it, and
repeated the action with her thumb.
"Don't feel bad," she said. "This is expected. The longer we can make it
last, the better it will be at the end."
She looked over at the book and flipped page.
"I think this next part will be easier on the floor. The bed isn't stable
enough."
They climbed off the bed, and she lay her quilt on the floor.
"Lie down like you were."
He did, and she faced away from him and squatted down. She set the book on
the floor in front of her.
She took his organ and held it up until just the head was inside her. Then
she began a slow, languorous dance above him, rotating her hips around his
penis, rising up and down very slowly, squeezing him occasionally, then
rising back up. Each time she went a little further down and squeezed him a
little harder.
Yet again, just as he was about to come, she dug her thumb into the base of
his cock. She let the tension subside, and resumed her dance. Up and down,
round and round, squeeze and release. In a few minutes, it almost hurt.
"Are you feeling full now? Like you're about to burst?"
He groaned.
"God, yes."
"Okay, then. Follow me up as I lean down."
She settled herself all the way down onto him, and reached back for his
hands. She slid them up her body to hold her breasts and slowly leaned
forward onto her hands and knees. He brought up his legs, and leaned
forward with her. Very slowly, she tightened her grip on his penis until it
almost hurt. His head swam with the sensations.
"Finish now," she said. "Come as you like."
He attempted a thrust, barely able to withdraw from her tight hole. He held
her breasts in his hands, and thrust in again. She supported him with her
body, allowing him to squeeze and fondle her breasts as he thrust at her.
Faster he went, feeling his sperm rising. As she had promised, the long
delay had intensified the pleasure beyond what he thought possible. He
grunted out loud as he pumped into her rapidly, beginning to shake, and
finally ejaculating uncontrollably into her. Her muscles milked him like a
fist, pumping out the last vestiges of his orgasm. Then he collapsed on top
of her.
She waited a few minutes, then wriggled out from under him.
"On the bed now."
She led him back to the bed, and lay down beside him.
"You didn't come," he said.
"No. But I enjoyed that. The first time is for you. The second time, when
you have more control, is for me."
She let him rest while she flipped through the book.
"For this next part, I need a little cooperation from you. When we begin to
make love, you have to follow a rhythm with your thrusts. It's call "the
long and the short." There are different ways of doing it, but what I want
you to do is start out with five shallow thrusts, then one deep one, then
four shallow and two deep, then three and three, and so on. When you get to
six deep, start working backward. It's supposed to give the woman more
intense stimulation, and the counting will help you maintain control."
"Okay."
She showed him the section she was reading. The paper was light tan,
covered with long columns of spidery Kanji characters. On one page was an
exotic drawing of a Japanese man and woman having sex. The woman was bent
into some weird position as the man thrust into her.
"That's what we're going to do. Neat, huh?"
She picked up the string of beads.
"This is the other thing, and try not to freak out. I'm going to put this
in your butt."
"What?"
She smiled at him.
"Trust me. It will be great. I've been right so far, haven't I?"
"But what do you mean in my butt?"
"The string of beads is supposed to go inside you, along the back of your
penis. When you come, I'm going to pull it out. It's supposed to feel
really good. Don't you want to just try it?"
Like most adolescent boys, Jack had a primal fear of being thought
homosexual, and anything smacking of anal sexuality seemed to point in that
direction. Kisu seemed very eager about it, though. And she had given him a
lot so far. Just once couldn't hurt, could it?
"Um, okay."
"Cool. Roll over."
He lay uncomfortably on his stomach as she used the massage oil to
lubricate him, then slid the string of beads into him. It felt very weird,
but not unpleasant.
She rolled him over on his back, and leaned down to suck delicately on the
head of his penis. She worked her tongue around the head, then dropped
down, forcing as much into her mouth as she could get. He felt her gag
slightly, but she held him in. Very soon, he was fully erect again.
Kisu sat up and lay on the bed next to him. She pulled her legs up almost
to her shoulders, stretching out her narrow sex even further.
"Come around in front and put yourself in."
He kneeled in front of her, holding himself out. Her vagina was stretched
open, and he slipped in easily.
"Now lean forward onto my legs. And remember what I said about the rhythm."
He leaned against, trying not to thrust at her. She held him up with her
legs and moved his hands to her breasts. He tried to follow the sequence,
five slow thrusts with just the head, then a long thrust all the way into
her. With her legs up, he could bury himself completely inside her. When he
bottomed out, she groaned, squeezing him. He felt the top of her vagina,
and her labia pressing against both sides of his penis. Then he withdrew.
Four more shallow thrusts, then two deep ones.
The rhythm got easier as he got used to it. On the shallow thrusts, she
would close herself tightly, clenching her muscles in a ring around the
head of his penis. On the deep thrusts, she opened herself completely, not
squeezing until he was all the way in.
The sensations were like nothing he had ever experienced, even with the
other girls. It was too soon after his first climax to come, and as she had
predicted, the counting helped maintain control.
As it had during the slumber party, Kisu's orgasm came suddenly and
violently. Her legs spasmed, shaking them both, and she cried out, clawing
at his back. He did his best to maintain the rhythm, and despite her
paroxysms, she maintained control of her internal muscles. A minute later,
she came again, thrashing about.
"Don't stop, don't stop," she moaned.
He kept up with his thrusts, speeding them, and her spasms began to rise
and fall in waves. For a good minute or more, she seemed locked in the
throes of some huge climax. Jack's sperm finally began to rise, but he
maintained the rhythm, having somehow synched his arousal to hers. When he
began his sequence of six deep thrusts, he finally lost it. As his orgasm
began, he suddenly felt Kisu's hand between them, pulling on the string of
beads. The sensations exploded as the beads massaged something primal
inside him. He cried out, driving himself as far into her as he could get,
oblivious to whether her shrieks were from pleasure or pain. When the last
of the beads exited his anus, his head swam, and he collapsed on top of
her, gasping for breath.
A few moments later, she let down her legs, spreading them to let them fall
around him to her side. But she lay still, only massaging his still-erect
cock with her internal muscles.
"Now I know why my parents make so much noise sometimes," she said a little
later. "Did you like that?"
He nodded, still unable to form a coherent thought.
"I've never gotten off like that, not with the other girls, or with
myself."
"Me neither."
"I knew those beads were going to do something, I just didn't quite expect
that much."
"I'm sorry. If I hurt you."
"Oh, no. I'm going to be sore for a few days, but that was exactly what I
wanted at the time. To be completely filled like that."
She rolled over, laying her arm on his chest and snuggling against his
shoulder.
"You know, my folks go over to my grandparents' every Sunday like this. I
guess it's a Japanese thing. Usually, I go to the library. We could meet
like this every weekend if you want. Study for a few hours then come back
here to fool around. There's still a whole lot of other stuff to try in
that book."
Jack was still in a daze. This sort of thing could get addictive.
"It would be great for me. I mean, my mom does sort of have a point about
my dating. I don't really have time for a boyfriend if I want to get into a
good college. But one-sixth of a boyfriend, like this with you, and sex
once a week would be fine. Especially if you can help me study like you did
today."
"Okay."
"Cool."
She lifted up to kiss him.
"We'd better get dressed. My folks could be home soon."
They dressed, and she led him to the door, kissing him one last time.
"Bye."
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XII.
On Monday morning before they left for school, Jack heard the phone rang.
Marcia called out a second later.
"Jack! It's for you."
He came downstairs to the kitchen. Marcia held out the phone, smiling.
"It's Summer."
He took it.
"Hi."
"Hi. Are you about to leave?"
"Yeah."
"Want a lift to school? I could swing by."
"Uh, sure. What about Karen and Kelly?"
"Them, too. I'll see you in a minute, okay?"
Summer pulled up in her Mustang a few minutes later, and Jack led the two
girls out to her car. Summer looked like she wanted to kiss him, but after
glancing at Kelly, didn't. When they got to the campus, and Kelly went off
to her locker at the freshman end of school, the three of them walked
slowly to class together.
"You heard about Billy?"
"Yeah."
"He's going to be upset for a while. But you could take him, couldn't you,
if he started a fight?"
Jack stopped, staring at Summer.
"You want me to fight him?"
"I don't want you to, but if you had to, you could?"
"We'd both get suspended. I can't have a suspension on my record."
"Yeah." Karen said. "Wouldn't you rather date a midshipman than a clerk at
Wal-Mart?"
Summer glared at Karen, then looked back at Jack, disappointed.
"You wouldn't fight for me?"
Jack sighed.
"I would, but I can't do it at school."
She smiled.
"Okay. That's all I need to hear."
She rubbed up against him as they resumed walking. He got an erection that
lasted through most of homeroom.
Between second and third period, Jack felt someone bump into him from
behind, slapping one arm over his shoulder. He turned and saw Randy Nelson
with a big grin on his face.
"You! You are the man! First you win the ball game, then you take the
quarterback's girlfriend home. Did you hear what happened after you left?"
"About Billy punching the wall? Yeah."
"Dumb son-of-a-bitch is going to be sitting on the bench for a couple of
weeks. Fucking sprained his wrist. I'd stay out of his way if I were you."
"Okay."
Randy had pulled down Jack's collar by grabbing him, and he suddenly
noticed the mark on his neck.
"Oh, man! Is that what I think it is? Don't tell me you tackled another
rose bush."
Jack pulled his collar back up.
"It's nothing."
Randy laughed.
"Bullshit! I've seen marks like that on Billy's neck, man. You better not
fucking let him see that."
Randy thumped his back again.
"See you at practice. Stay away from those rose bushes, you hear?"
He laughed again and walked off.
Jack had no classes with Billy, and able to avoid him through the rest of
the morning. He wasn't scared of him, he just had no interest in a
confrontation.
During his free period before lunch, he was studying in the quadrangle when
Corinne walked up.
"Hi."
"Hi."
"What are you reading?"
"'The Crucible.'"
"Oh, we're reading that too. Do you like it?"
"Not really."
She laughed.
"Me neither."
She sat down next to him.
"Look, there's something I need to tell you, just so we understand each
other."
"What?"
She looked away from him across the quad.
"I'm a lesbian. Maybe 90%. I have nothing against guys, but they don't do
the same thing for me that girls do. I don't mind doing it with you when we
all get together, but don't feel like you have to pay attention to me
otherwise."
He shifted uncomfortably.
"Okay."
"Michelle is my main squeeze anyway."
"Michelle?"
"Yeah. She's slightly more bi- than I am, but not by much. The other night
was really just a get-it-out-of-the-way thing for us."
Jack sighed, wondering how he got into this.
"I can't believe that all six of you would be . . . like that."
"I know, it's such a weird coincidence, huh? But it's not really that
simple."
"What do you mean?"
"Michelle and I are the dykes of the squad. Karen and Becky are completely
flexible. Guys, girls, I don't think they care as long as they get off in
the process. I'm not so sure about Kisu. I think she's just into
experimenting. Summer is the least bi- of the six of us. She does like
girls, she's just far more into guys. Now that she has you, I don't think
she'll be much interested in girl-groping anymore. Unless you wanted her
to. Then I think she'd do it."
"Seriously?"
"Yeah. I really ought to warn you about Summer. I've known her since eighth
grade, and she can be difficult to get along with sometimes. I mean, she's
a very nice person, it's just that when she decides she wants something,
she goes after it hard. You don't want to get in her way. When she saw you
for the first time last week, after Karen told us about you, she took one
look and said, 'That's him. He's the one.' Just like that. I'm surprised it
took her a week to break up with Billy. I'm pretty sure she engineered that
whole scene between the three of you."
Jack felt dizzy for a second.
"She did?"
"I could imagine her doing it. Don't get me wrong, I don't mean to make her
look like this manipulative bitch. Ninety percent of the time, she's the
sweetest person you'd ever want to know. It's just that ten percent you
have to watch out for. I'm only telling you this so you'll know she won't
let go so easily if you ever decide you're sick of her. She's in
major-league lust with you right now. You probably know that."
"I can't imagine getting sick of her."
Corinne smiled, leaning back and looking away dreamily.
"She's really pretty, isn't she? I've known was a lesbian since I found out
there were such things. I'd always had sort of a thing for her. You can't
imagine what a thrill it was to find out she was bi-."
"I can."
She looked back at him.
"So we're cool?"
"Yeah."
She rubbed his hand quickly.
"Okay. See ya."
Jack's campaign to avoid Billy came to an end at football practice. He was
dressing up when Billy approached, shoving him and pointing his finger in
Jack's face.
"I don't know who you are, or where you came from, but you stay the hell
away from Summer, you got that?"
Jack returned his glare. The usual locker room chatter had disappeared, and
the other players were staring at them.
"Back off, man."
"You hear me?"
"I said back off."
Billy's eyes narrowed, and he looked down at Jack's neck.
"Hey, what the fuck is that? What the fuck is that?"
He glared at Jack a split-second longer, then threw a punch at him with his
good arm. Jack had been expecting this, and although Billy didn't know it,
wrestling wasn't Jack's only talent. He had gotten into wrestling after he
had spent several years learning Judo with his father, who had a brown
belt.
He blocked Billy's punch, catching his arm and twisting it around, then
slammed Billy face first into a locker.
"I said back off, you got that? I didn't do a damn thing to her that she
didn't ask me to. You got a problem with that, take it up with her."
Billy struggled for a second, then Jack let him go. Billy withdrew, a
murderous glare in his eye. But before anything else happened, the coach's
voice ripped through the locker room.
"You two! In my office, now!"
Jack looked at the coach, then at Billy. The two of them warily followed
the coach into his office. He slammed the door behind them and sat at his
desk.
"Do either of you want to give me an explanation for this?"
"Coach, he's putting the moves on my girlfriend."
"Sir, I all I did was take her home Saturday night after they got into a
fight. She asked me to. She's a good friend of my foster sister."
"Oh, fuck that's all you did! How'd you get that goddamned bite mark on
your neck?"
"Mason!" the coach bellowed. "You will not use that kind of language in my
office, do you understand that?"
Billy squirmed for a second.
"Yes, coach."
"All right. I'm not going to tell you two how to conduct your love lives.
All I will tell you is that if you want to be part of this team, you will
not let it affect your performance on the field. Billy, you have already
put yourself on the bench for a few weeks. If you want the starting spot
back when your wrist is healed, you're going to have to show me that you
can concentrate on football. Is that clear?"
"Yes, coach."
He turned to Jack.
"O'Leary, you have been a member of this team for less than a week, and
here we're already having problems. What I said to Billy applies double to
you. Concentrate on football or you are history. Understand?"
"Yes, sir."
"All right. Get dressed and get out on the field."
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XIII.
After practice, Jack started the walk home. As he passed through the
school, he found Becky sitting on the front steps. She was dressed in
workout gear, apparently having come from cheerleading practice.
"Hi, Jack."
"Hi."
She got up to walk with him.
"Going home?"
"Yeah."
She walked beside him for a minute.
"So, what am I, chopped liver?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, it looks like Summer gets to be your girlfriend, Kisu is going to be
your geisha, and Karen is your designated fuck, since she lives with you.
Corinne and Michelle have each other. Where does that leave me?"
"Uh."
"Yeah, 'uh.' Don't you like me? I mean, we have two classes together, and
you completely ignored me today."
"I'm sorry."
"I know we have to share, but I feel like I'm getting the short end of the
stick."
"Could you just be my friend?"
She stopped and stared at him.
"I know you're not saying 'let's just be friends,' because you know better.
So what are you saying?"
"I don't know. You seem like a nice girl. Couldn't we just hang out?"
"Hang out?"
Jack sighed.
"Yeah."
"Okay. I guess I can live with that."
They resumed walking.
"Tell me something," he asked.
"What?"
"Half the guys on the football team have the hots for you--"
"Like Randy Nelson? Ick."
"Not just Randy. I mean, you shouldn't have any trouble getting a
boyfriend. Why do you want an arrangement like this?"
She smiled at him.
"Because I'm bi. Guys aren't all I need. When you're seventeen, bi, and
stuck in parochial school, you have to make certain adjustments. Not too
many guys are into sharing their girlfriends with another girl. Or if they
are, all they want are endless three-ways and another girl around to screw.
They don't like the idea of you going off alone with another girl. At least
that's what I hear. I read about it a lot. So with this thing we've got, I
have you without a lot of strings attached, and I can get it on with
whoever I want otherwise."
That made some twisted sense to Jack. They kept walking, and got to the
point where they had to split up, although Becky had other ideas.
She grinned, flashing her eyes at him.
"So, you want to come 'hang out' at my house?"
Jack looked at his watch. It was just before five.
"Come on. I know Mrs. Lynch doesn't get home until six. Karen and I have
'hung out' plenty of afternoons before."
He wondered why he could stand up to Billy Mason and not these girls. He
tried not to think about Becky's firm, silky breasts, and failed.
She took his hand and pulled him down her street. When they got to her
house, they went up to her room. The room was a partial loft, and the front
wall angled in toward the ceiling where the roof came up short. Jack sat on
the window ledge, and Becky flopped onto her bed, grabbing her phone.
"Hold on a sec."
She dialed the number and a moment later someone answered.
"Karen? It's me . . . I brought Jack home. Can you make something up if
your mom gets home early? . . . Oh, eat me. I don't know what we're going
to do. . . . no, really . . . Thanks . . . Okay, later."
She hung up.
"So, what now?"
Jack shrugged.
"Wanna play a game?"
"Like what?"
"Well . . . not something stupid like Monopoly. I was thinking something
more interesting."
She noted the look of concern in Jack's face and giggled.
"Not like the other day. Something like Truth or Dare. But we can't really
do that since there's just the two of us."
She sat for a moment thinking.
"Okay, I have an idea."
She went to her desk and dug out a pack of cards.
"Sit on the floor."
He did, and she sat opposite him.
"We're going to play two-handed poker. Whoever loses the hand has to answer
one question from the other person. And you have to swear to tell the
truth, or there's no point."
She stuck out her hand.
"You swear to God you'll tell me the truth? And I know that means something
to you, since you're so into church stuff."
"Okay."
"Me too."
She smiled at him.
"You know what I like about you?"
"What?"
"You're so easy to get along with. You're like a big puppy dog. You're not
like other guys who get so aggressive and uptight. I don't feel like I have
to worry about fending you off just because we're up here alone. You let me
decide what I want to do."
"Why can't I decide for myself?"
"Jack, we're not doing this to be mean. At least I'm not. We're just trying
to loosen you up, have some fun. What's so bad about that?"
He sighed.
"I don't know anymore."
"Come on, cheer up. Don't you want to ask me some secret questions?"
Jack looked up at her. It occurred to him that maybe there was an
opportunity here.
"Okay."
"Great."
She dealt the cards, and they discarded and drew. Jack had two jacks, but
Becky had two kings.
"Okay. Karen told me how she caught you beating off and spying on her and
Kelly, but I get the feeling she didn't tell me everything."
Jack blushed, not wanting to discuss this.
"Were they doing anything in there or just sitting in bed?"
"She said they were just sitting in bed?"
Becky's eyes lit up.
"They weren't? I knew it. What was going on?"
He looked away from her in embarrassment.
"Karen was teaching Kelly how to masturbate."
Becky rolled onto her back, shrieking with laughter.
"Oh, God! She's going to pay for this!"
She laughed again.
"What happened? How did she catch you?"
"That's more than one question."
Becky caught her breath.
"Okay. We'll do it that way if you want."
She dealt another hand, and Jack lost again.
"So what happened?"
"She heard me, and they stopped. She looked into the bathroom and saw me.
But she didn't tell Kelly. She shut the door and they went back to what
they were doing."
"They went back to getting off? Even though she knew you were there?"
"Yeah."
Becky giggled, covering her mouth.
"Oh, God, that's too funny. What a slut."
She dealt again, and this time Jack won.
"Ask away."
"Have you guys discussed how long this is going to go on?"
Her face dropped.
"'This,' meaning our thing with you?"
"Yeah."
"Not really. We hadn't much thought about that."
She looked down at the floor, and dealt again. She won.
"Um, are you really not enjoying this?"
He sighed.
"I wanted to wait until I got married. I don't like the idea of premarital
sex. And I don't like having to lie at Confession."
"You lied at Confession?"
"What was I supposed to tell him? 'Bless me Father, I'm sleeping with the
whole cheerleading squad'?"
"Yeah. I mean, I've never confessed to doing it with girls. He'd flip out."
She dealt another hand. Jack won.
"Why did you guys pick me?"
Becky looked down again.
"I don't know. We'd been talking about it all summer. Then Karen told us
about this guy who was coming to live them, as a foster kid. The night you
got there, she called me, I think she called all of us, and said, 'You have
to see him. He's so hot.' So when you showed up in my English class, it
just felt right. You're really cute, you know. And I like big guys. It's
why I became a cheerleader, sort of. To hang out with the guys on the
football team."
"Okay. Deal."
She won.
"Does this really bother you? Do you resent us for doing this?"
He sighed.
"It's Karen. She started it. But I blame myself, too. I gave her the
opportunity to take advantage of me."
"Do you want to stop?"
"The game?"
"Everything."
"Part of me does. But I can't lie to you, another part of me likes it. I've
never done much with girls. I never even went on a date before this."
"Really? Wow. I would have thought you'd have lots of girlfriends."
"My dad got transferred a lot. And it meant a lot to my mom that I not get
in trouble with girls. So I didn't date at all."
"You really believe in all that stuff? Waiting until marriage?"
"Yeah. Or I did. I don't seem to know what God wants for me now. What did
do to deserve this? All I've ever wanted was to go to the Naval Academy
like my dad. Now Karen can wreck all of that, and I can't do anything about
it."
She slumped forward, rubbing her hand on her forehead.
"I'm sorry. Do you hate me?"
"No. I can't even make myself hate Karen. I get worked up like this, then
she wiggles her butt at me and the next thing I know I'm doing it with
her."
Becky looked up at him, smiling through damp eyes.
"She does have a nice butt."
He dropped his head, sighing.
"Yeah."
She came up on her knees, hugging him, pulling his head to her breasts.
"I'll be your friend, Jack. I can't stop this any more than you can, Karen
wouldn't let me, but you can talk to me about it all you want. We don't
have to do anything if you don't want to."
"It's okay."
He put his arms around her, and she slid down into his lap, laying her head
on his shoulder.
"You know, it's not like I'm this wild sexpot, no matter how I was acting
last week. It was only back in May, when the squad first got together, that
I really realized I was bi. So it's only been this summer that I did
anything. I've never had a real boyfriend before, not anybody really
serious. Not like Summer, who could have any guy she wanted."
"You could have plenty of guys."
"Not nice guys. Not guys like you. Just jerks like Randy Nelson who want to
play with my breasts."
She wiped at her eyes, and he realized she was crying.
"I thought this thing with you would be so neat. I could have a guy and
still hang out with the girls. I wasn't thinking about you."
The mention of Summer sent a twinge of guilt through him. He was getting in
too deep with all of them. He thought Becky wasn't the only one who hadn't
thought this whole thing through.
He pulled her closer, liking the feel of her laying against him. She
sniffed and wiped her nose again.
"I'm sorry. I thought we could just come over here and have fun."
"It's okay."
"Fuck Summer. Why does she get to be your girlfriend, and I have to wait
for the crumbs she drops?"
"It's not like that."
She laughed bitterly.
"You don't know how it happened. It was deliberate. I'm not supposed to
tell you this, but we figured if you weren't attached, some other girl
might try to move in on you. Even if you were with me or Karen, though, or
one of the others, you wouldn't be completely off limits. We knew with
Summer, no one else would bother, because they would know they wouldn't
have a chance against her. That was why. Of course, I bet she knew that all
along. She knew she would get to be the one."
"I'm sorry."
"Do you like her?"
"Yes. But I like you too."
"Who do you like better? Wait, don't answer that. That's not fair. It's not
like you can chose between us."
"Yeah."
She sat back, looking into his eyes.
"Can you at least promise me I won't fall through the cracks? That I get as
much attention from you as she does? Please?"
"I'll try."
"Okay. I can live with that. But if she's you're girlfriend, I get to be
your best friend, okay? I'm sure she isn't interested in talking like
this."
"Not really."
She leaned in and kissed him briefly, then froze, and withdrew, eyes down.
"I'm sorry. I know you don't like that."
He looked at her for a moment, then pulled her back.
"Yes, I do."
He was lying in bed with her afterward, holding her. He noticed she was
smiling.
"What are you thinking about?"
"I was thinking about how in some places in the world, men get to have
multiple wives. Maybe we could all move to Utah and marry you. Then it
wouldn't be premarital sex, and we'd all be equal."
He laughed.
"I should ask Father Roberts about that."
She shook, laughing.
"And tell him it can't be wrong, because all those guys in the Bible did
it."
"Can you imagine his reaction? I could ask him in Confession, so he
couldn't tell anyone."
She rolled away from him, convulsing with laughter.
"And tell him you have to do it because you've slept with all these
virgins."
"'I have to make them honest women, Father.'"
She shrieked, holding her stomach. He laughed with her, rolling on her bed.
They couldn't stop laughing for a good minute, by which time both of them
were crying.
"Oh, God," she said finally. "We couldn't really do that, could we?"
"We're seventeen. I don't think so."
She sighed.
"It's nice to think about anyway."
She looked at her clock.
"You should get back."
"Okay."
He leaned over, kissing her deeply for a few moments.
"Is that enough attention for now?"
She smiled.
"It will do. But don't forget about me the next time you see Summer."
"I won't."
He got dressed and kissed her again.
"Okay. See you later."
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