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oldmudrat wrote:
> Orange County Babylon
>
> PART TWO by
> Michael Dalton
>
>
>
>
> IMPORTANT LEGAL INFORMATION
>
>
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>
>
> This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons
> is unintentional and strictly coincidental. Although this story refers
> to many real places and organizations, such mention should not be taken
> to imply either a relationship or approval of any sort. This work
> contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity, and anyone offended
> by such things should read no further. If reception of this work is
> illegal due to your age or other repressive local regulations,
> liability for downloading it is your problem, not mine. This work is
> intended solely for the quiet and private enjoyment of adults, and any
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>
>
> This work is Copyright 1998 by Michael...@aol.com and is
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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.
>
>
>
> ------------------------------------------------------------------------
>
> 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."
>
> ------------------------------------------------------------------------
>
> 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"
>
> ------------------------------------------------------------------------
>
> 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.
>
> ------------------------------------------------------------------------
>
> 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."
>
> ------------------------------------------------------------------------
>
> 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."
>
> ------------------------------------------------------------------------
>
> 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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