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This story is a work of erotic fiction. The characters depicted within have no resemblance to anyone living or dead; any such resemblance is purely coincidental. The author may not necessarily subscribe to the acts depicted within this work - they are pur
ely for reading pleasure only.
It contains Ff, mf, and racial. Rape is also implied, but not explicitly described. If you, the reader, are turned off or offended by such material, it is advised that you don't read any further. In addition, if you are under
18 years of age, or if, in your area, such literature is illegal, please return to Yogi Bear or the Flintstones.
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as long as it is not for profit. Include this disclaimer and the comment note at the finish. Also include the author\rquote s name (handle) \endash give credit where credit is due. This is my work \endash please don\rquote t plagiarize it.
The story is told through Natasha\rquote s eyes.
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The following Monday morning, I showed up at Debbie\rquote s house as before \endash to walk her to school. Both Carmen, Debbie\rquote s mom, and Debbie met me at the door \endash Debbie was ready to go.
\'93Hi, Natasha! Mom wants to walk with us this morning\'85\'94
Carmen added, \'93Yes. I need the exercise and fresh air\'85\'94
\'93Great! I appreciate the company!\'94 I replied, as we started on our way.
The three of us chitchatted on our way, catching each other up on the weekend happenings. About a half-block from Debbie\rquote s school, she stopped.
\'93Mom? Natasha? May I go the rest of the way alone? I don\rquote t think that you have to sit with me through my morning classes anymore, Natasha\'85\'94
\'93Yes, of course,\'94 I replied, sensing the usual teenage independence coming out. \'93I\rquote ll met you after school as usual, though.\'94
\'93OK.\'94
\'93Have a good day!\'94 came from both Carmen and myself as she started off.
We watched her as she entered the school property, where she turned around and waved just before she disappeared into the building.
The rumor told to me later that day was that her homeroom teacher, on noticing Debbie\rquote s entrance by herself, striding in the classroom with head held high, full of confidence, that the teacher stood and started to applaud. \'93Welcome back, Debbie!
\'94 she stated.
That brought the rest of the class to their feet, also clapping their hands.
\'93But, I\rquote ve been back \endash all of last week!\'94
\'93Yes, you were here \endash but now, you\rquote re back!\'94
She blushed, smiling at her classmates.
Meanwhile, as Carmen and I headed home, chatting while holding hands, I turned in the direction of my house. My mouth was running so fast, that I didn\rquote
t give Carmen a chance to say anything. When we arrived at my house, I looked at her, feigning embarrassment. \'93I\rquote m sorry! I wasn\rquote t paying attention! Will you come in? I\rquote m sure that my parents have a pot of coffee on\'85
they would love to chat with you.\'94 In reality, I did this intentionally, without any real purpose in mind.
\'93Yes, I will. The break will be nice.\'94
When we entered, my mom, Sue, got up, exclaiming, \'93Carmen! How nice to see you again! Let me get you some coffee.\'94
\'93Thanks, Sue. That will be appreciated.\'94
My dad, Barry, put his paper down and got up, collecting both his and my mom\rquote s coffee cups. \'93Come \endash let\rquote s sit at the table.\'94
My mom poured a cup of coffee and set it before Carmen. As she magically produced a plate of Danish, I poured myself some juice, joining them at the table.
\'93Let\rquote s let the pastries get to room temperature,\'94 Sue said.
We had a friendly conversation, lasting well over an hour and a half. Nothing serious was discussed \endash just easy-going chitchat. Carmen was visibly relaxing as we talked.
Sue got up, saying, \'93I\rquote m sorry \endash I have to get ready for work. Carmen, it has been a pleasure having you over. Please do come again\'85\'94
\'93Come, Natasha and I will walk you home.
\'93Honey, we\rquote ll be back before you leave,\'94 responded my dad.
\'93You don\rquote t have to do that \endash \'93 started Carmen.
\'93We know. But we want to\'85\'94
After we walked Carmen home, and watched her enter her house, my dad asked, \'93How did you know that she needed something?\'94 while we walked home, hand in hand.
\'93I really didn\rquote t know, Dad,\'94 as I looked at him. \'93It was just something I sensed. I still don\rquote t know what was bothering her \endash I\rquote m just glad that whatever we did or said, that it seemed to help.\'94
\'93She just needed some no-pressure companionship. You did well!\'94
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That afternoon, after school, I met with Debbie as we had for the past week. This time, John was with her, and they were holding hands.
\'93Hi, Natasha. John wants to walk me home, also.\'94
\'93No problem,\'94 I said. Looking at John, I asked, \'93Is it OK if I join the two of you? I would feel safer, too\'85\'94
He smiled, and we fell in step \endash Debbie on one side of John, holding his hand, while I was on the other, holding his other hand. I could see his chest puff out\'85
When we reached the point where I had to turn off, I said, \'93My house is only a few houses down \endash you can see it from here.
\'93John, will you see Debbie to school in the morning?\'94
\'93Yes, I plan on making it a daily routine \endash which would also include walking you home in the afternoon\'85\'94
I lightly brushed the side of his face with the back of my hand. \'93Thanks! I really appreciate it\'85\'94
I gave him my cell number in case anything should ever come up where he couldn\rquote t be with Debbie.
They watched while I went the rest of the way home. I waved at them when I reached my front door \endash they waved back as I entered, turning in the direction of Debbie\rquote s house.
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We followed this procedure for a couple of weeks.
It was a Monday afternoon, just after Halloween, that my cell rang. I had gotten home about 30 minutes earlier, and, after greeting my dad, I had spent a few moments romping with Bandit, letting her wash my face.
I wasn\rquote t expecting a call. \'93Yes?\'94 when I answered the phone.
\'93Natasha? Carmen here. I\rquote m sorry \endash there seems to be a problem. Debbie is in her room, crying. She won\rquote t open the door to either John or me. John is visibly concerned\'85\'94
\'93I\rquote ll be right there! Gimme five minutes\'85\'94
I ran into the house and explained to my dad the situation. \'93I\rquote ll call\'85\'94 as I ran out of the house.
I arrived at Debbie\rquote s house within 4 minutes and rang the doorbell. When I didn\rquote t get an answer, I tried the door \endash it opened, it wasn\rquote
t locked. I found Carmen and John seated on the love seat in the family room, with Carmen holding him.
I knelt in front of them, taking their hands in mine. \'93What happened?\'94
John sniffed. \'93She wants to make love with me \endash I\rquote ve never done it before. I\rquote m scared that, through my inexperience, I might hurt her; plus I\rquote m worried what others may think\'85\'94
This took a tremendous amount of courage to admit in front of a girl\rquote s mother \endash especially when the girl is a rape victim.
I let him heave for a few moments, before I said, \'93It doesn\rquote t matter what others think \endash what goes on between two people in the bedroom, should remain in the bedroom. There is no reason for concern in this area.
\'93Furthermore, the mere fact that Debbie\rquote s mother hasn\rquote t nailed you to the garage door should indicate that she supports both you and whatever decision her daughter may make.
\'93Knowing this family as I do, I\rquote m sure that her dad is of the same frame of mind.
\'93Come with me, John,\'94 I said, as I rose. \'93Let\rquote s talk with Debbie\'85\'94
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I knocked on Debbie\rquote s door. \'93Deb? It\rquote s me, Natasha. I have John with me. Can we talk?\'94
Debbie opened the door, with a wan smile.
\'93Natasha! I\rquote m glad you\rquote re here \endash I need help\'85\'94
\'93No, you don\rquote t, Sweetie \endash you need re-direction.\'94
The three of us sat on the bed. I started, \'93Debbie, you remember when I taught you not to ever hold your partner from making love with you? Not to ever hold your sex over your partner?
\'93Well, this falls under the same thing: you\rquote re cutting yourself down \endash cutting your self-esteem.\'94
\'93He doesn\rquote t want to make love with me! I\rquote ve been violated; he hates my body!\'94
\'93That\rquote s not true, Deb. He is genuinely afraid.
\'93I\rquote ve never seen a young man so supportive of his girl. His reaction to your offer, under these circumstances \endash is understandable.
\'93Instead of thinking that you are not worthy, perhaps you should try thinking about his concerns\'85\'94
At this point, I noticed that Carmen was standing in the doorway \endash nude. I waved at her, indicating that everything was OK.
\'93Instead of hiding your face in your pillow, crying, you should ask him about his reaction\'85\'94
She looked at John. \'93John, -\'93
\'93Shh! Let me explain!
\'93You know that I have never done it before. I was afraid that, through my inexperience, that I would hurt you \endash especially after your incident.
\'93I was also afraid of what others would think \endash that I was only going with you because you would be an easy mark.
\'93Sweetheart, I love you with all my heart! I know, that is a strong statement at our age \endash but I am serious!
\'93There is no way that I would satisfy those yo-yo\rquote s thoughtless reactions.\'94
Debbie burst into tears, wrapping her arms around him.
\'93John, I want you\'85\'94
\'93And I want you, too. However, I\rquote m not prepared\'85\'94
I caught a movement from the corner of my eye \endash I turned toward it, and, instinctively, intercepted an object just before it hit Debbie. When I opened my hand, I fell back, laughing hysterically.
\'93What \endash \'93 started Debbie.
I showed her the object \endash a box of condoms. I passed it on to John. \'93You know what to do with these?\'94 I asked.
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\'93Your mother is not only beautiful, but amazing!\'94 exclaimed John.
\'93Stick around a while \endash you may discover that same beauty in Debbie\'85\'94 I said.
\'93I already have!\'94 which caused Debbie\rquote s head to whip around.
Debbie waved me away \endash everything was OK. As I exited her room, unbuttoning my blouse, I headed toward Carmen\rquote s bedroom. I called home. Sue answered. \'93Mom? Are you home?\'94
\'93Yes, your dad told me where you are. Is everything OK?\'94
\'93Yes. Just a small misunderstanding. If it is OK with you, I will be spending the night here\'85\'94
\'93We\rquote ll see you in the morning\'85\'94
My blouse hit the floor. Carmen\rquote s arms were extended toward me\'85
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