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The story is told through Natasha’s eyes.

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Debbie and John

							By: Oral Pleasure 4 U

The following Monday morning, I showed up at Debbie’s house as before – to walk her to school. Both Carmen, Debbie’s mom, and Debbie met me at the door – Debbie was ready to go.

“Hi, Natasha! Mom wants to walk with us this morning…”

Carmen added, “Yes. I need the exercise and fresh air…”

“Great! I appreciate the company!” 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’s school, she stopped.

“Mom? Natasha? May I go the rest of the way alone? I don’t think that you have to sit with me through my morning classes anymore, Natasha…”

“Yes, of course,” I replied, sensing the usual teenage independence coming out. “I’ll met you after school as usual, though.”

“OK.”

“Have a good day!” 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’s entrance by herself, striding in the classroom with head held high, full of confidence, that the teacher stood and started to applaud. “Welcome back, Debbie!” she stated.

That brought the rest of the class to their feet, also clapping their hands.

“But, I’ve been back – all of last week!”

“Yes, you were here – but now, you’re back!”

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’t give Carmen a chance to say anything. When we arrived at my house, I looked at her, feigning embarrassment. “I’m sorry! I wasn’t paying attention! Will you come in? I’m sure that my parents have a pot of coffee on…they would love to chat with you.” In reality, I did this intentionally, without any real purpose in mind.

“Yes, I will. The break will be nice.”

When we entered, my mom, Sue, got up, exclaiming, “Carmen! How nice to see you again! Let me get you some coffee.”

“Thanks, Sue. That will be appreciated.”

My dad, Barry, put his paper down and got up, collecting both his and my mom’s coffee cups. “Come – let’s sit at the table.”

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.

“Let’s let the pastries get to room temperature,” Sue said.

We had a friendly conversation, lasting well over an hour and a half. Nothing serious was discussed – just easy-going chitchat. Carmen was visibly relaxing as we talked.

Sue got up, saying, “I’m sorry – I have to get ready for work. Carmen, it has been a pleasure having you over. Please do come again…”

“Come, Natasha and I will walk you home.

“Honey, we’ll be back before you leave,” responded my dad.

“You don’t have to do that – “ started Carmen.

“We know. But we want to…”

After we walked Carmen home, and watched her enter her house, my dad asked, “How did you know that she needed something?” while we walked home, hand in hand.

“I really didn’t know, Dad,” as I looked at him. “It was just something I sensed. I still don’t know what was bothering her – I’m just glad that whatever we did or said, that it seemed to help.”

“She just needed some no-pressure companionship. You did well!”

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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.

“Hi, Natasha. John wants to walk me home, also.”

“No problem,” I said. Looking at John, I asked, “Is it OK if I join the two of you? I would feel safer, too…”

He smiled, and we fell in step – 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…

When we reached the point where I had to turn off, I said, “My house is only a few houses down – you can see it from here.

“John, will you see Debbie to school in the morning?”

“Yes, I plan on making it a daily routine – which would also include walking you home in the afternoon…”

I lightly brushed the side of his face with the back of my hand. “Thanks! I really appreciate it…”

I gave him my cell number in case anything should ever come up where he couldn’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 – they waved back as I entered, turning in the direction of Debbie’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’t expecting a call. “Yes?” when I answered the phone.

“Natasha? Carmen here. I’m sorry – there seems to be a problem. Debbie is in her room, crying. She won’t open the door to either John or me. John is visibly concerned…”

“I’ll be right there! Gimme five minutes…”

I ran into the house and explained to my dad the situation. “I’ll call…” as I ran out of the house.

I arrived at Debbie’s house within 4 minutes and rang the doorbell. When I didn’t get an answer, I tried the door – it opened, it wasn’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. “What happened?”

John sniffed. “She wants to make love with me – I’ve never done it before. I’m scared that, through my inexperience, I might hurt her; plus I’m worried what others may think…”

This took a tremendous amount of courage to admit in front of a girl’s mother – especially when the girl is a rape victim.

I let him heave for a few moments, before I said, “It doesn’t matter what others think – what goes on between two people in the bedroom, should remain in the bedroom. There is no reason for concern in this area.

“Furthermore, the mere fact that Debbie’s mother hasn’t nailed you to the garage door should indicate that she supports both you and whatever decision her daughter may make.

“Knowing this family as I do, I’m sure that her dad is of the same frame of mind.

“Come with me, John,” I said, as I rose. “Let’s talk with Debbie…”

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I knocked on Debbie’s door. “Deb? It’s me, Natasha. I have John with me. Can we talk?”

Debbie opened the door, with a wan smile.

“Natasha! I’m glad you’re here – I need help…”

“No, you don’t, Sweetie – you need re-direction.”

The three of us sat on the bed. I started, “Debbie, 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?

“Well, this falls under the same thing: you’re cutting yourself down – cutting your self-esteem.”

“He doesn’t want to make love with me! I’ve been violated; he hates my body!”

“That’s not true, Deb. He is genuinely afraid.

“I’ve never seen a young man so supportive of his girl. His reaction to your offer, under these circumstances – is understandable.

“Instead of thinking that you are not worthy, perhaps you should try thinking about his concerns…”

At this point, I noticed that Carmen was standing in the doorway – nude. I waved at her, indicating that everything was OK.

“Instead of hiding your face in your pillow, crying, you should ask him about his reaction…”

She looked at John. “John, -“

“Shh! Let me explain!

“You know that I have never done it before. I was afraid that, through my inexperience, that I would hurt you – especially after your incident.

“I was also afraid of what others would think – that I was only going with you because you would be an easy mark.

“Sweetheart, I love you with all my heart! I know, that is a strong statement at our age – but I am serious!

“There is no way that I would satisfy those yo-yo’s thoughtless reactions.”

Debbie burst into tears, wrapping her arms around him.

“John, I want you…”

“And I want you, too. However, I’m not prepared…”

I caught a movement from the corner of my eye – I turned toward it, and, instinctively, intercepted an object just before it hit Debbie. When I opened my hand, I fell back, laughing hysterically.

“What –“ started Debbie.

I showed her the object – a box of condoms. I passed it on to John. “You know what to do with these?” I asked.

* * * * *

“Your mother is not only beautiful, but amazing!” exclaimed John.

“Stick around a while – you may discover that same beauty in Debbie…” I said.

“I already have!” which caused Debbie’s head to whip around.

Debbie waved me away – everything was OK. As I exited her room, unbuttoning my blouse, I headed toward Carmen’s bedroom. I called home. Sue answered. “Mom? Are you home?”

“Yes, your dad told me where you are. Is everything OK?”

“Yes. Just a small misunderstanding. If it is OK with you, I will be spending the night here…”

“We’ll see you in the morning…”

My blouse hit the floor. Carmen’s arms were extended toward me…

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