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WHEN THE LIGHTS CAME ON   {Burnt Feathers}   (nc, humor)

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When the Lights Came On
by Burnt Feathers ©


When the lights went off, I had already been champing at the bit
for nearly five minutes.  I saw Biff Morton leave the family room
where his party was taking place, and knew that the time to make
my move would come soon.

I had diligently memorized the room, and all the impedimenta
cluttering my path between where I sat poised to move, and
Deborah Seaton, the hottest cheerleader to attended
Sturgis-McCrea High.

In three days, Deborah would leave for college, while I started
work at the feed store.  My friend and fellow conspirator, Biff,
had agreed to give me this opportunity, by plunging everyone into
darkness during his farewell party.

While our unofficial chaperon, Biff's mother, Gloria Morton,
scuttled about in her usual ineffectual manner, I would have ten
minutes make-out time before the lights came back on.

That was ten minutes of unchaperoned darkness in which to ravish
Deborah Seaton!

It was probably my only chance.  She had spurned all my requests
for a date.  For all those brush-offs, I would get this brief
opportunity to see or rather feel what I had missed, as well as
get even with her for all those painful rejections. I heard the
crowd gasp as the lights were extinguished, and began to make my
way across the darkened room.  Someone else must have also moved,
because I stumbled over them crouching upon the floor. I landed
heavier than I intended, with my outstretched hand pressing onto
an extremely soft and yielding mound of flesh.

"Oh!" a female voice inhaled.

In an instant, I traced the source of that sound, and pressed my
lips to it.

Sprawled across my victim, it took me a second to work both hands
onto her breasts, and a few seconds more to yank the blouse out
of her skirt band, and push it out of my way.  For a moment her
bra defeated my best efforts, then the catch parted, and Deborah
spilled forth. I wished to place my lips upon her hardening
nipples, but dared not, for fear the muted objections already
escaping past my lips would become intelligible.

At the back of my consciousness, I could hear that I was not the
only one taking advantage of this darkened privacy.  Some moans,
giggles, and kissing sounds were audible in the darkness. Sliding
my hand down her body, Deborah's flesh felt softer and more
inviting than she appeared just to the naked eye.

Grabbing a handful of skirt, I yanked it up above her hips, then
plunged my hand down, worming my way within the heated juncture
of Deborah's clasped thighs.

It was amazing how little persuasion Deborah required before her
legs spread invitingly.  Another second followed before her
panties were whisked down Deborah's loins.

It was then that Deborah's reaction became somewhat of a
hindrance.  Not that she fought me off, but rather, she grasped
at me with her arms, her legs entwined about me, while she
pressed her body so closely, it was difficult to open my fly, let
alone lower my trousers.

Once I had finally accomplished that, I was inside her with a
single thrust.  She was so wet.  I felt no hindrance whatever to
my entry.

In my wildest dreams I had not anticipated intercourse.  All I
had expected was a couple of intimate feels of Deborah's gorgeous
body.  Now I was penetrating her, and fearlessly seeking further
penetration, while she earnestly clamped herself to me, and aided
me in her violation.

The sofa beneath our striving creaked with an age-old rhythm
while, in the background, someone snickered at the noise.

At the time, my only rational thought was, if the lights came on
and we were discovered, Deborah would have to publicly accept me
as her new boyfriend, or else she would be called the biggest
slut in town. I lost track of time, but surely more than the
allotted ten minutes had elapsed.  At any moment I could expect
the lights to snap on, and the two of us to be caught.

Still I did not stop.  I could not stop!  Had any fear of
discovery troubled me, I still would have been unable to muster
the resolve necessary to stop. With a chance to deceive the
entire town into believing that Deborah Seaton was my new
girlfriend, even to betray her into accepting me, why should I
wish to stop?


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When the lights came on, no one was more surprised than I.

George Morton, Biff's father, had replaced the fuse, and what he
saw illuminated before everyone's eyes totally enraged him.

Wrapped about me, penetrated by me, and just at that moment
experiencing an eardrum piercing orgasm, was not Deborah Seaton,
but Biff Morton's mother, Gloria.




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