Chapter 4

The next morning, the ladies were off on their kamikaze run through the finer stores downtown while Greg got out the mower.  He liked doing the lawn work; it was good exercise and also gave him time to think.  Most of the time he spent thinking about homework or something he had to do, but today was filled with images of Mandy, scenes of her in various stages of undress, of her face as she would fall over the edge into orgasm, of how beautiful she looked sleeping alongside him with the first glint of sunshine peeking through the curtains.  Before he realized it, he had the mowing and trimming done, the shrubs trimmed and the front flowerbed weeded.  He decided it was time for a break.

He went into the house, had a big glass of lemonade, and fixed himself a sandwich.  Then he went upstairs and took a hot shower to wash the sweat and grass stains away.  He was lying on the couch watching some ‘how-to’ show when the ladies returned.

They each came in the door carrying five or six bags apiece and indicated to him that there were several more out in the trunk of his mom’s Lexus.  He good-naturedly grumbled about this is what happened when two women were turned loose on an unsuspecting commerce center, and went out to retrieve the remainder of their booty.

Mandy was busy trying to put what she had got away while Heather told her son that she had figured she would soon be needing maternity wear so they had taken care of that early.  And of course there were cosmetics, shoes, purses, and other essential items that a woman should not have to be without.

Mandy called down to ask Greg where he wanted her to put all the things she had recently purchased.  They decided on using the guest room for things that they didn’t use much, keeping just what they needed in his (their) bedroom.

Heather announced that she had some background work to catch up on for her next client and that she was heading back to her office.  Greg took the announcement in stride but Mandy seemed a little upset that she was leaving.  There were hugs all around and Heather was out the door without giving the teens any idea when she would be stopping back.

Mandy fixed their evening meal with Greg giving her a hand when she would allow it.  They moved out onto the deck after the dishes were done to enjoy what was left of the unusually warm evening.  They moved a couple of chairs close enough together so they could touch each other as they relaxed.

Mandy was watching a couple of birds chase each other in a nearby tree when she started talking.  “Your mom and I had a good talk today while we were out.  I think she feels bad about not being around while you were growing up.  She explained to me how she had not understood how to be a parent, and even said that she and your dad probably were not ‘parent material’.  Did you know she has a lover, and that is where she is staying now?”

Greg had turned his head toward her when she had started speaking.  He waited until she returned his gaze before he answered.  “I have suspected it for a long time.  I figure Dad has one too.  They really are married to their work and everything else is second for them.  It’s funny but it used to upset me, but now it is like they are just a couple of strangers.  I love them because they are my parents, but I don’t know them well enough to be involved with their lives.”

“This is very confusing to me.  I just cannot imagine how lonely you have been living here in the house by yourself for so long.  I would have gone stark raving mad without someone around.”

“Well, one or the other would get to feeling guilty and show up for a while.  Up until a year or so ago, they had a housekeeper that stayed here.  She was closer to a mother than my real one, I guess.  Heidi was in her mid forties and when I showed an interest in anything, she would take the time to teach me what she knew.  I learned German from her.  It was a game for both of us to use it whenever we were together.  She also taught me to do my own laundry, and how to cook and clean.  I owe that woman a lot.  She left to return to Germany to take care of her mother after her father was killed.”

“It sounds like she meant a lot to you.  Do you still hear from her?”

“We write back and forth every month or two.  And you are right, I do miss her.”

They both settled back, lost in their own thoughts until the temperature dropped and they started to feel the evening chill.  Then they went in to shower using the master bath and into their bed.

Mandy was feeling excited from all the touching and groping that they had done in the shower.  She started teasing Greg, running her fingernails over the sparse hair on his chest and lightly scratching his nipples. This sent shivers through Greg’s body and he readily returned the favor, starting a friendly competition of which one could turn the other one on the most by just touching.

Greg cheated when he leaned over and took one of her nipples into his mouth and ran his tongue over it.  By then, the competition was far enough along that Mandy didn’t complain about him breaking the rules.  She thought her nipples were becoming more sensitive, but when she felt him taking her left one in his mouth, she was sure of it.  She felt herself getting even wetter and was to the point where she ached to be filled up with his cock.

She shoved him onto his back and straddled his hips, taking his hard cock in her hands.  “Since you cheated, I get to claim my prize.”  She rose up and rubbed her ‘prize’ around her pussy lips to get it covered in her juices.  Then she moved into position and slowly started to sink onto his shaft.  She was still incredibly tight since this was only the second time that they had made love and she had to lift up a bit to allow him to become better coated with her essence before taking more of his length inside her.  She finally felt his pubic hair tickle her shaved lips and she knew he was in as far as he could go.  She gave him a satisfied smile and then started to rock her hips back and forth, her clit being stimulated from the friction of her inner lips against his pelvis.

Greg was willing to lose such a contest all the time if this could be considered losing.  He reveled in the heat and tightness surrounding his dick.  He felt her tunnel ripple along his shaft as she started her movements.  He was also glad that he wasn’t getting any more stimulation than that because he had been about ready to climax by the time she bottomed out on him.  For now, he was quite content to let her do as she wished.  He did take both of her breasts in his palms and started to massage the flesh with his fingers while letting his palms move across her nipples causing them to become even more erect.

Mandy felt herself starting on the road toward her release.  She started to move up and down on Greg’s shaft enjoying how it pulled against her inner lips as she pushed it back into herself.

Greg felt the added stimulation and wanted her to come before he did.  He took one of her hands and guided it down to her clit, then resumed the stimulation of her breasts, paying more attention to her hard little nipples.  As she started to move her hand over and around her clit, he began to lightly pull and twist her nipples between his fingers.

The combined sensations of what Greg was doing along with the feeling of his cock penetrating her so deep and her fingers on her own pussy finally became too much for her.  Mandy let out a deep moan and then her body went into orgasmic spasms.  She was slamming her pelvis down against his as her pussy went into rhythmic contractions as her legs and abdomen shuddered as the waves of her climax overtook her.

Greg thought he could ride it out and then continue until the sensations of her vagina gripping and releasing him got to be too much.  Just as she was starting to come down, his climax started.  He pushed up into her as hard as he could as his seed erupted out of the end of his cock to spray her cervix with his seed.  This sent her once again into spasms of pleasure that finally slowed down as his orgasm tapered off.

She was so weak that she couldn’t hold herself upright any longer.  Greg lowered her down so that she was resting on his chest.  They stayed joined together like that while they both recovered, each one reacting to the smaller tremors the other would have.  When Mandy’s legs started to cramp, she stretched them out and rolled them over until they were on their side facing each other, Greg’s slowly shrinking cock still inside her.

Mandy gave a little giggle.  “I can’t believe how horny I’ve been feeling lately.  From thinking very little about sex to hating it, and now I can’t seem to get enough!  I feel like my panties are soaked all the time.”

Greg smiled back at her.  “You won’t hear me complain, that’s for sure.  I had heard that a woman’s desire increases during the first few months sometimes.  I’ll just take all I can get for as long as it lasts.”

“That could be part of it, but I don’t think my desire for you will be going anywhere for a long time.  You make me feel good even when we aren’t having sex and that just makes it better.”

“I love you,” was Greg’s reply.  Then he gave her a kiss on the nose.  She giggled at that and there was enough movement to push his flaccid cock out of her, releasing some of their juices in the process.  Mandy rolled over and grabbed Greg’s t-shirt off the floor and pushed it between her legs to catch any more that came out.  She was just too exhausted to get up right now.  They were both soon asleep dreaming the pleasant dreams of someone who was sexually sated.

They were both in the living room reading the next day when there was a loud banging on the door.  Mandy looked questioningly at Greg as he got up to answer it.  He looked out to see Mandy’s father on the front step.  Mandy got a terrified look on her face when she seen him through the sidelight.

“Go call the police,” he told her. Then he opened the door until the chain blocked it.  “What are you doing here?  You are trespassing.  Now leave.”

Mr. Carson was not going to be told what to do.  “I have come to get my wayward daughter.  She is staying in a pit of sin and I won’t have that.”

“You tossed her out with just the clothes on her back.  You didn’t give a damn where she went.  She has me to take care of her now.  Leave before you get more trouble than you could think of.”

Greg could see the anger in the man’s face.  When he charged the door with his shoulder, Greg stepped to the side and just let the chain give way.  Richard Carson stumbled into the entry hall before he regained his balance.  Mandy gave a shriek of terror and then moved back behind Greg and into the living room.  There was enough room for Greg to maneuver and he stood his ground.

Mr. Carson tried to make a grab for Mandy but found Greg blocking his way.  “You come with me girl.  You need to be punished for disobeying God and not listening to my orders.  You need to do penance for all your sluttish ways.”  When he tried to get past Greg, the young man dropped him to his knees with a roundhouse kick to the solar plexus.

“She isn’t going with you unless she wants to, and she doesn’t want to.  Now get out of my house before you get hurt.”  Mr. Carson tried to make one more lunge from his knees to grab at Mandy and got a kick in the side of the head for his trouble.  He then staggered to his feet determined to get to his daughter when two police stepped in with their guns drawn.

“POLICE!  DON’T MOVE!”  The order was loud enough to stop the big man in his tracks.  Mr. Carson then turned and started yelling at the cops that they didn’t have anything to do with this.  He was just going to take his wayward daughter home where she belonged.

One of the officers looked at Greg and Mandy.  Mandy walked over to the side table and brought back her copy of the TRO and showed it to the officer.  He took a look at it and then handed it to his partner.

The second officer read the document while the first looked at the filing for emancipation that had come in the mail earlier that day.  The second officer looked up from the TRO and asked, “Are you Richard Carson?”

“Yes I am, and that is my daughter Amanda.”

“Well sir, This says you are not to be within 100 feet from the victim, nor are you to contact her through phone calls, letters, or any other personal contact.”

“That can’t apply to me.  She’s my daughter and she has to do what she is told.”

“It does apply to you and you are under arrest for violation of a restraining order, breaking and entering and assault.”  While the second officer was talking, the first was putting Mr. Carson in handcuffs.  When he realized that he was going to jail, he really started bellowing about how they couldn’t interfere with the discipline of a parent, that they couldn’t do this, and he wanted that ‘boy’ arrested for assaulting him.  He was still yelling when they took him out to the car.

The officer that remained in the house identified himself as Officer Brooks and asked for Greg and Mandy to give him a rundown on what had happened.  Greg sort of took charge, explaining that he had answered the door to find Mr. Carson there stating that he was going to make Mandy go with him so she could be punished.  He then broke the chain on the door, and had tried to go around him to get to Mandy.

“Did you hit him?”

“Yes sir, twice.  The first was a kick to his stomach, and when he grabbed for her again I caught him in the head.  You showed up right then.”

Mandy was listening closely, the fear showing plainly on her face.  Officer Brooks looked over at her and asked if she was alright, did she get hurt?

“No sir.  I’m alright, but is Greg in trouble?  He was trying to protect me.”

The officer grinned over to reassure her.  “No he isn’t in any trouble at all.  He has every right to use all the force necessary to protect himself or someone else.  Your dad broke in the house; the doorjamb being splintered shows that.  You have the TRO against him and he is in violation of that.  You both did very well handling what could have been a bad situation.”

When the report was finished, Greg stood to walk the officer to the door.  His partner was taking pictures of the splintered door trim for evidence.  Greg paused before they walked outside.  “Officer Brooks, what will happen to Mr. Carson now?”

“He will be booked into county jail and processed.  When that is done, he will have an appearance before a judge, probably tomorrow.  If the judge sets bail, which he probably will, he can post bail and be out.  Then he will have to stand trial on the charges.  I can tell you that most of the judges around here take a violation of a TRO very seriously.  If he does it again, his bond will be revoked and he will sit in jail until trial.”

He then handed each of them one of his cards.  “This has the case number on it.  If there are any more problems, you call us immediately.  You will probably have a detective come by to clear up any questions with your statement.  Now are you two going to be all right?  Is there anyone we need to contact?”

“No sir.  We’ll be fine.  I will call my mother on her cell and leave her a message about what happened.  She will make arrangements to have the damage fixed.”  With that, the cruiser left with Mr. Carson in the back, headed for the county detention center.

After Greg closed the door, Mandy launched herself into his arms crying.  She had held up well while the cops had been there, but now she broke down.  Greg led her into the living room and sat down, pulling her onto his lap.  It took a long time for her to calm down, but eventually she was just sitting there idly playing with the buttons on his shirt.  

They talked then about what happened.  Mandy was worried about being the cause of her father going to jail.  Greg told her it wasn’t her that broke open the door or tried to take someone out.  When she expressed fear of him being hurt, he assured her that there hadn’t been much of a chance of that.  She finally calmed down enough to suggest that maybe they should think about something to eat.

They settled on Chinese food being delivered and a couple of old comedies on cable.  While they were eating Heather called back.  She was understandably upset about what happened.  Greg gave her a rundown on what had happened and assured her that both he and Mandy were not hurt, just shook up.  She promised to have a carpenter come by within the next couple of days to replace the molding that had been damaged.  Since the frame was intact, they could lock the door and they would be safe until then.

By the time they were ready for bed Mandy was almost back to her old self.  They didn’t make love that night, opting instead to just be together reading and listening to music until they were ready to fall asleep.

A detective did show up, took more photographs, and then asked a few questions in order to clear things up.  He was curious how someone Greg’s size stopped a guy that size in his tracks.  When Greg explained that he held high degree black belts in a couple forms of martial arts, the detective chuckled.  He told them that Richard Carson had pleaded not guilty, had retained a lawyer from the church and that he was out on bail.  Mandy looked a little worried, but the lawman assured her.  ”The judge had set his bail high enough and told him the consequences of any attempt to contact you, that I don’t think you will have any problem with him.  You will be contacted by the DA’s office if they will need you to be at the trial as witnesses.”

He left then telling Greg he should take his lovely girl out for dinner and a movie.  That sounded like a good idea.  Mandy agreed, saying that she had never been to a real movie theater before.  They had plenty of time so they decided to get a little housework done before they got ready.

When Greg went out to get the mail, he noticed that there was one letter for Mandy with her old address on it.  Her parents must have told the postman where she was living now.  He took it in and gave it to her.  She opened it and got a funny smile on her face, then handed it to Greg to read.

It was from her school.  She was officially suspended for her conduct, specifically having sex and being pregnant.  They told her she could come in on Monday and clean out her locker.  After that, she was no longer welcome on the school grounds.

“Well, I told you they would be doing that.  I guess I had better talk to that charter school that Ms. Sultas was talking about.  I knew this was coming, just not when.  The things they made us do, I just as glad not to be going back.”

“Well, I’ll call in Monday to school and then we can go over there.  It won’t hurt my grades in the least and I have good attendance so it won’t be a problem.”  She gave him a big kiss for that, admitting she was worried about going in there by herself.

They did go out to dinner that night.  Mandy wore one of the nice dresses that Heather had insisted on buying her.  It was a nice light blue, simple but tasteful enough to wear either on a casual or semi formal occasion.  Greg was in a sport shirt and slacks.

They went to a nice restaurant and then to one of the theaters downtown.  Mandy was fascinated by the elegance of the old building.  It was one of the few theaters that had been restored to its original trappings of the forties.  They bought popcorn and a couple of cokes and took seats in the back.  The seats began to fill up until the auditorium was about half full.  

The lights dimmed and the previews started.  Mandy was watching everything, engrossed in the size of the screen and how great (but loud) the sound was.  The feature started, and they settled back to watch the film.

It was a romantic film with the usual plot for the type.  Greg had put his arm around Mandy and they were watching one of the slower parts when Mandy looked around her.

She leaned closer into Greg and whispered, “The couples across from us are making out like crazy!  I think he even has his hand in her blouse.”  She seemed to be entranced by the idea that someone could see them, yet they were all over each other.  As she kept a discrete eye on the amorous couple, Greg dropped his hand down and began to caress the side of her breast.  She was soon squirming in her seat from the excitement of her voyeurism and the hand on her breast.  Greg didn’t say a word, but just enjoyed watching his girlfriend getting excited watching another couple.

When the movie ended and the lights came up, he could see her face was flushed with excitement.  He also thought he could smell her excitement.  They stood and followed the crowd out, Greg with his jacket in front of him hiding the erection that was showing in his slacks.  When they got in the car, Mandy almost attacked him, kissing and rubbing on the bulge in his pants.  After a second of surprise, he got into the game and started to return her kisses with passion.  He slipped his hand under her dress and found her panties absolutely soaked.  He slipped his fingers through the leg opening and quickly found her clit.  He started rubbing it while trying to tickle her tonsils and much faster than he thought possible, she went off like a rocket.

As soon as she caught her breath, she reached over and unzipped his pants.  Fishing out his hard cock, she spit on her hand and started to jerk him off.  After her performance, he wasn’t far off himself and was soon pumping her hand full of his seed.  Taking a cue from something he had done before, Mandy brought her semen-covered hand to her face and sniffed, then looking into his eyes, she stuck her tongue out and slowly licked some of his spend from her hand.  To Greg, it was one of the most erotic sights he had ever seen.

To Mandy’s surprise, she didn’t find the sample distasteful. Even the texture was better than the last time, and she took a couple more swipes with her tongue before using a Kleenex to wipe the rest away.  As soon as Greg caught his breath, he looked over at her sparkling eyes.  “That is the most exciting thing we have ever done.  I couldn’t believe how fast you went off.”

“I got into watching the couple down the row from us and thinking how I would love to be doing the same thing with you.  I don’t know if it is the extra hormones or what, but I became so horny that I couldn’t wait.  So I thought we could recreate what the other couple did right here.”

“I really enjoyed it alright, but you better be ready for a second round when we get home.”

She gave him a seductive smile.  “That was just the warm up.  If you don’t take me home right now, I am going to jump you right here.”

That was enough incentive for him to get home as fast as possible.  They pulled into the garage and ran into the house laughing.  As soon as they got into the bedroom, their clothes went flying and when they were both naked, Greg pushed his love down on the bed.  While she was giggling, he pulled her legs until her ass was barely on the edge of the bed.  “You tasted me in the car, now I get to taste you.”  He started at her knees kissing his way up to her lips.  Then he stopped just short of his prize and repeated the same thing on her leg.  Then he kissed her abdomen just above the small patch of hair she had left.  When her giggles turned to moans and she started to squirm, he finally touched the outer lips of her pussy.  He had read about eating pussy, but this was the first time he had a chance to really see one up close.  He found the real thing more complicated than he would have thought, but also much more enjoyable.  He could smell her scent and see the moisture leaking from between her lips.  

His inspection done, he got down to the reason he was there to begin with.  He licked her dew from around her puffy outer lips, and then pushed his tongue into the crease between them.  He licked from her entrance up and then around her clit, causing her to give a groan of passion.  Now that he had found everything he was looking for he dove in with gusto.  He pushed his tongue into her channel as far as he could, gathering up all her oils he could and savoring the tangy, slightly musky taste.  Then he separated her outer lips with his fingers and the inner ones with the tip of his tongue, frequently dipping down into the source of her essence.  With each move of his tongue, he brought his lover to even greater heights of arousal.

When Mandy was crying out that she couldn’t take the teasing any more, he took mercy on her and concentrated on her clit.  It didn’t take long before his tongue-lashing took her over the edge.  She pulled his face tight into her pussy and cried out as her orgasm washed over her.

As soon as she could talk, she pulled on his shoulders to get him to move up on her.  Her pelvis was rocking back and forth trying to find the head of his cock.  She started moaning out to him.  “Oh Greg, you got to put it in me.  Please fuck me!!”

Her use of that word startled him, but turned him on at the same time.  He reached down, lined himself up with her entrance, and pushed.  She was so slick inside that he slid into her with no problem.  She was still having small climaxes and begging him to fuck her hard, so he followed her instructions stroking into her with hard fast thrusts.  He knew that he couldn’t last too long.  But she was going through one climax after another and he knew he didn’t have to worry about her pleasure, so he just let himself go.  

His strokes were so powerful that they were sliding across the bed.  Just before her head went over the edge he felt himself let loose into her.  He froze as the semen jetted out of him and coat her channel, mixing with the copious juices she was producing.

He slid out of her and rolled to her side.  She was still breathing heavily, but didn’t have the energy to move, laying there with her eyes closed and jerking every once in a while as another wave would overcome her.

When Greg felt he could move again, he stumbled into the bathroom and washed himself off.  Then he returned to the bed with a warm washcloth and a towel.  She still had not moved so he checked to make sure she was all right.  Then he started to clean her as gently as he could so he wouldn’t cause any more orgasms for her.

As he finished up, she lifted her head enough to thank him.  He got her to move to the head of the bed and under the covers.  He went downstairs to make sure everything was secure and by the time he returned, she was sound asleep.  He snuggled up against her and fell into dreamless slumber himself.

Greg awoke and looked over at the clock on his nightstand.  It was almost eleven in the morning and as he rolled back over, he found that he was a little sore from the nights activities.  However, he forced himself to get out of bed and go down to get coffee started.

He was on his second cup and reading the Sunday paper when Mandy came slowly into the kitchen.  He poured her a cup of coffee and she gratefully accepted it.  After she had about half the cup down, he asked what she wanted for breakfast and she opted for toast.

He fixed her some toast and had just a bowl of cereal himself.  They were almost finished when Greg asked her what she wanted to do that day.

She gave him a weak smile.  “Honey, I am so sore and tired from last night that all I really want to do is to rest.”

He agreed with her and he cleared the breakfast dishes.  The rest of the day was spent on the couch.  They read, watched TV and just enjoyed each other’s company.  Nothing sexual was started by either one, but they shared many kisses and touches.  Mandy felt that just being together like this was almost as good as sex, especially today.  She was confident that she would be ready in a couple of days for lovemaking.  Her body was getting used to the frequent stimulation and enjoying it.

By mutual decision, they retired early.  Mandy had taken a nap early in the afternoon but she still was tired.  Greg had to agree.  They had an early and easy dinner, showered, and after changing the bed, called it a night.

The alarm brought Greg out of a sound sleep and into the early morning’s reality.  He remembered that they had things to do so he woke Mandy by kissing her until her eyes fluttered open.

When he pulled back from the kisses, she grinned at him.  “What a wonderful way to wake up.  I could go for that every morning!”

“So could I.  How about we wake every morning with a kiss.”

Mandy stretched until her joints popped.  “Mmmmmmm. Sounds like a plan to me.”

“Come on, sleepyhead.  We have things to do today.  I’ll go get the coffee started and then call the school and tell them I won’t be in.  You can get yourself ready.”

She stretched again exposing her breasts as the covers slid down.  She didn’t attempt to cover up.  Greg leered at her then grinned.  “I would love to cover those with my cum, but we don’t have the time.”

“Okay, Okay.  Slave driver.  You just hold that thought until we get back this afternoon.”  She then turned and set her feet on the carpeted floor. “At least you can give me a hand up.”

Greg took her hand and pulled her up into an embrace.  He enjoyed the warmth of her naked body against his for a moment, and then with one final kiss and a pat on the butt, he headed off to the kitchen.

He was eating a bowl of cereal when Mandy came down.  She was dressed in a pair of jeans and a striped top.  Her hair was hanging down and the sun reflected off it giving her a shimmering aura around her face.  She made herself a cup of tea, saying the coffee didn’t smell very good today, and put a bagel in the toaster.  As she finished her breakfast, Greg asked if they would need to take anything.  She said that a backpack would be enough to carry everything she had at the school.  

When he picked up the car keys, she suggested they take his bike.  In answer to his question of why, she said that motorcycles were associated with a sinful lifestyle and that since she was now ‘sinful’ that it seemed appropriate.  He agreed since he loved riding anyway.  They grabbed their helmets and jackets and went out to the garage.  One of the things that Greg had insisted on buying her was a black leather biker’s jacket like his.  She had balked at the large price tag, but he had insisted.  Now it was her pride and joy.  She always chose it when she could get away with wearing it.  She slipped it on now, enjoying the scent and the feel of the fine leather.  Shouldering a backpack, she took her place behind him and they headed off.

By the time they got to the school, class had already begun.  They went to the office to let them know why they were here.  The secretary, a pinch faced blue haired cranky old biddy looked them up and down and said that the principal needed to see them before they would be allowed to collect Mandy’s things.

They walked into Principal Karrington’s office and sat down.  He also gave them a look of disgust for their choice of clothing.  Then he spent a few moments looking for something on his desk before addressing them.  This tactic was designed to make them nervous, but it didn’t work.  When he looked back up, he saw they were both wearing expressions of calm patience.

“Well Miss Carson, I imagine you know why you are being expelled from this school.  Your behavior was inexcuseable.  Cavorting with the male students, behaving like a common whore, allowing yourself to become with child.  All very unchristian behaviors and totally against the rules of this school.  Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

Mandy had been nervous when she had first come in.  But during the principal’s speech, her fear had become anger.  Not one word had been the truth, only the version that they wanted.  And her anger loosened her tongue against this authority figure that she had previously been so frightened of.

“I do have a couple of things to say, Mr. Karrington.  First of all, I did less cavorting than many of your upstanding students that you like to brag about.  Is Cheryl Dawson still giving blowjobs in the closet behind the stage?  That is cavorting with the male students.  The only mistake I made was thinking that a guy that I thought I was in love with felt the same.  He was the one who forced the issue of sex.  The first time was borderline rape and the second time definitely was.  Want to talk about whorish behavior?  Half the senior girls will show a guy their tits for a couple of bucks.  Many of them will do it for free just for the thrill.  You ignore this stuff because you don’t want to admit what hypocrites you are.  It wasn’t my fault I got pregnant, but since I’m living proof of your hypocrisy, you have to get rid of me.  Now just let me collect my personal belongings and get the hell out of this place.”

Both men stared at Mandy.  Greg had never seen her stand up for herself like that.  He wanted to jump up and yell and then hug her.  But he kept still.  The principal was stunned for a moment, and then he looked like he wanted to hit this insolent child.  A hard stare from Greg made him rethink that action.  Instead, he waved them out of the office and to an escort that would go with them to allow Mandy to get her belongings.

They stopped at her hall locker first.  Someone had written “Slut” across the front with magic marker.  Mandy spun the combination on her lock and when opened, dropped it into her pack.  Once the door was opened, she pulled out a hairbrush, a couple of notebooks and some pens and pencils.  She left the books, the Bible that she had been required to have and several notes.  She slammed the door shut and motioned them to follow her to the art room.  

The art teacher was the only one in there and Mandy went over and retrieved her sketchbook and pencils adding them to her bag.  After a moment’s thought, she pulled the sketchbook back out and ripped out the used pages, leaving them on the desk.  Greg took a glance at what was laying there and realized that Mandy was a gifted artist.  Everything that she had drawn was very lifelike and captured the feel of the subject.  He looked back over at his girlfriend, but she gave no indication of what she had been thinking.  She just turned without a word and headed to the girl’s locker room, with the escort and Greg following behind.

Greg stood at the edge of the gym by the locker room door while Mandy and her escort went down to collect her uniform.  The girls were playing volleyball, and he noted that the uniforms were shirts and shorts that came down to the girls’ knees.  They were baggy enough that you couldn’t tell if any of them had a figure unless they stretched a certain way to cause the shirt to tighten up.  A couple of the girls noticed him and it wasn’t long before the fronts of several of the shirts were being tugged to show off what lay underneath.  When he would look up at the faces, they were grinning at him.  The period ended just as Mandy came up the steps from the locker room.  The three stood to the side to let the class pass by.  Almost every girl gave him a look of interest as she walked past.  He also noticed more of a sway in their hips as they filed past.

The bell rang for class change just as they got into the hall.  A group of boys were heading toward the gym and Mandy suddenly tried to push her way through the crowd in the opposite direction.  Greg was wondering why she didn’t just wait for the crowd to thin, until he heard one of the guys shout something.

“Hey there’s Amanda the slut.  Finally got off your back?”

“Nah.  It’s she finally got off her hands and knees.  That’s how she could suck and fuck at the same time.”

Greg started to turn back and find out which ones were flapping their jaws so he could close them, but Mandy grabbed his arm.  In a very tight voice she said, “Please Greg, just get me out of here.”

He did as she asked and they were soon past the office and out the front door.  Mandy still had that same blank, fixed expression on her face when she climbed on behind him.  He turned the engine over and pulled out of the lot.

He felt Mandy’s body shaking and it was not from the bike, so he pulled into the first park he could find and led her over onto the grass. After they got settled, Greg pulled her to him and just held her while she cried.  It took a little while for her to get herself back together so she could even talk about it.

“The feelings of anger, sadness, and.... just everything hit me all at once.  There were people there that I thought were my friends.  Then with all this, I realized that we were all living a lie to keep the others happy.  We followed the rules, not because they made sense or we wanted to, but just to keep a face on for others to see.  Now all I could see were the hypocrites.  Those boys just before we left drove the point home.  Steve was one of them.  He won’t even take responsibility for what he did.  And they won’t make him either.  It is explained off as ‘boys just have certain urges’ and ‘the girl must have enticed him somehow’.  And worse yet, I used to believe it.  I’m as bad as they are.”

“No.  You are not like them because you have learned different.  You were taught that way, but I never heard you condemn someone for being different than you.  You got yourself out of that mindset, but they probably never will.”

She thought about it for a while and then tried to cheer up.  “I saw all them girls pulling on their shirts and wiggling their asses for your benefit.  And I bet you looked as well.”

He gave her a quick hug.  “I would be either dead or gay not to notice.  But you are the one who holds my interest, not them.”

“Ahhh, that’s sweet.  But you know that any one of them would have taken you for a tumble if you had shown any interest at all.  If they could have gotten away with it, they would have pulled you down into the shower and taken turns having their way with you.”

Greg fell dramatically backwards onto the grass.  “If they would have been as sexy as you, I would be dead for sure.”  Then he raised his head and winked at her.  “But I would have died with a smile on my face.”

“Oooooohhhh, you are in so much troublllllee!”  She threw herself onto him and started tickling him without mercy.  She didn’t quit until he started to do the same to her.  When they were both panting for breath, they called a truce.  She leaned up and gave him a nice long kiss.  “I love you Greg.”

“And I love you too sweetheart.  You about ready to go?”  He gave Mandy his hand and she scrambled up off the ground, brushing the bits of dried grass off her jeans.  They got home to find Heather and a man wearing a tool belt.  He had just finished repairing the damage Mandy’s father had done.  Heather wrote a check and the carpenter was on his way.  She agreed to join them and while Greg fixed some lunch, Mandy called Marina Sultas.  Heather was impressed that they had handled the school situation as well as they had.  They spoke about what else needed to be done while they waited for Mandy to join them.

Marina was upset that her father had broken the TRO, but she said she almost expected it, and asked if we could get her a copy of the police report.  She then gave Mandy the name and directions to the charter school for single mothers.  They spoke for a few minutes before Mandy hung up the phone.  She sat down and told Greg and Heather how the phone call had gone.  They finished up and all left at the same time, Heather going back to her office and the couple to continue their day.

It was early afternoon when they arrived at the school.  It was in a nice neighborhood and the building was pretty new.  They introduced themselves and asked where the admissions office was.

The lady in charge of the admissions was a pleasant woman in her mid-fifties with more gray than her original dark brown color.  Tall and very thin, she exuded an unlimited supply of nervous energy.  She asked how she could help, Mandy handed her the expulsion letter.

Ms. London glanced at the letter then turned to Mandy.  “How far along are you?”

“Around seven weeks, ma’am.”

“I see.  We usually don’t see young girls here until they are starting to show quite a bit.”

“Well, I made the mistake of telling my parents, so they informed the school I imagine.”

“Hmmmm.  This is a little late for you to be joining classes, but I think we can set you up with the courses you will need.  And don’t worry; all the girls here are in the same situation.  Even public schools are not equipped to handle girls who are pregnant.”

She pulled out the paperwork that Mandy would need to fill out.  Since she didn’t have a parent or guardian, it was cleared for Greg’s mother to be able to fill in since she was technically living under her roof.  She was to bring them back tomorrow and they would start her on tests to see where she was academically.

We thanked her and headed out.  On the way to where Greg’s mom worked, they stopped by the police station and picked up the copy of the police report that Mandy’s lawyer asked for.  While they dropped that off, Greg used the phone to see if they could see his mom.  When she answered, she assured them that she had the time, so they walked the few blocks to her office building.  Heather’s secretary greeted them and led them into her office.  She had one of the large corner offices that befitted a partner of her stature.  They crossed the room and received discrete hugs.  When they explained what was needed, she was happy to sign what was needed.  Mandy was fascinated with the view this far up as was Greg.  They had an unobstructed view of the rest of the city’s skyline and looking down they could barely make out the people on the sidewalks.

Knowing that Heather would be busy, they beat a hasty retreat after Greg asked a quick question and received a positive response.  They got down to street level and headed where they parked the bike.  On the way, they passed a cell phone store and Greg guided her in.  It didn’t take long before they were each carrying a cell phone with the contract paid by Carl.

When she asked why, Greg told her that since they were going to be in separate schools, and with her being alone, that it could be useful.  Back home, they both learned to use them, and loaded up each other’s numbers as well as the police, the home number, schools etc.