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I WAS A TEENAGE PET
By Frank Downey

Ever been a pet? I have. It isn't fun, believe me. But I can only blame myself. I let it happen.

I arrived on campus for my first year of University rather unschooled, socially. I'd slipped through high school practically unnoticed. I had a small circle of friends, but that was pretty much it. And my personality didn't help-I'm a conciliator. I don't like confrontation. I back down, hoping to blend into the crowd. Unfortunately, I fell right out of the crowd.

I was hoping college would be different. Then, the first week I was there, I met Sydney.

Sydney was a Goddess-there's no other way to describe her. She was gorgeous, vivacious, the center of attention-the Homecoming Queen stereotype writ large. I was gone.

And she noticed me. Out of all the well-wishers genuflecting at her magnificence, she picked me out. She needed help with a paper, and asked me.

I was so thrilled she noticed me that I barely noticed that I didn't help her with the paper so much as flat-out wrote it for her.

This began the pattern. She noticed me, asked me to do something, and I gladly complied-bowing and scraping while I was at it. This went on for, believe it or not, two and a half years.

What happened, however, is that I gradually started changing. Being sucked into Sydney's orbit put me in contact with people. Now, while many of them thought I was a laughingstock-which I was-not all of them did.

Coley, for example; Coley Davenport. Coley-that's short for Nicole, and don't call her Nikki-had been Sydney's best friend since high school. Coley was a Sidekick. You know the type; every Goddess has one. Not quite as pretty, not quite as popular, not quite as vivacious. The almost-but-not-quite reflection that the Goddess could bask in. Sometimes, there's even genuine friendship. As far as I knew, that was the case between Sydney and Coley.

Coley, however, was one of the first to warn me about what Sydney was doing to me. I, of course-being blind as a bat when it came to the foibles of my Goddess-disagreed. I got to know Coley, though, and as long as we didn't talk about Sydney, we got along great.

Coley was cute and sexy, both being embodied in her eyes-big huge soulful liquid green things. But, she had a boyfriend, and I was blinded by Sydney. I noticed Coley, but  I wasn't interested. I did like her, however, and we quickly became friends. As I occupied myself waiting for Sydney's beck and call; and as Coley occupied herself waiting for her boyfriend to pay attention to her, something that happened far too infrequently to my eyes-we talked. We talked about anything and everything. I'd never talked to anyone as easily as I talked to Coley. Especially if you narrow it down to girls.

But I was still stuck in Sydney's orbit. I wasn't there for Coley, I was there for Sydney. And Sydney took advantage.

Things started to change junior year. It started, actually, at Christmas break. Suddenly, back home, surrounded by the same people that had barely noticed me my whole life-I made friends. I ran into people I had gone to high school with, and somehow found myself holding up my end of the conversation. I even got invited to a New Year's Eve party. When there, I found myself in a heavy make-out session with Tina D'Alessandro, a cute girl two years younger than I, that I'd known a little bit but never dared approach. Tina made it clear that she'd like to pick up where we had left off, when we both got back the next summer. Amazing.

So, I went back to school full of newfound confidence-and found myself sucked right back into being Sydney's gopher. I didn't even think about what I was doing.

Until the beginning of February. That was the first time I woke up. The occasion was Sydney's 21st birthday party. Her parents came up to campus, rented out a hotel ballroom-they went all out. Anything for their princess. There were 200 people there. I was thrilled to be invited.

Of course, I wasn't invited to be a guest-I was invited to be a slave. It was the most humiliating experience of my life. Sydney had usually done her you're-my-pet routine in private, or in front of her inner circle. Now she was doing it in front of 200 people. The snickering laughter started to get to me, especially when I saw Sydney joining in. Coley gave me a pitiful glare. Even Sydney's mother looked at me in something approaching horror. I finally got it. It finally sunk in. Halfway through the party, I did what I should have done long ago. I walked out.

Sydney tried her best to get her pet back. She called me incessantly. Of course, my Goddess's attention showered upon me made me start to waver, much to my shame. But I was considering returning to her orbit, idiot that I am.

Until three weeks after the party. It finally sunk in what she was really like. And it wasn't even something she did to me.

It was The Video. It spread all over campus like lightning. I saw it. The rumor was that Sydney herself filmed it and made sure it spread. It was flat-out porn, starring Sydney herself. It was a video of Sydney getting her brains fucked out.

You'd think I would've been thrilled to see my Goddess in all her glory, in the throes of passion, even if it wasn't me fucking her. I wasn't. Because the shock of the video wasn't what she was doing-it was who she was doing it with.

Max Schuller. Coley's boyfriend. Poor Coley. And I thought Sydney had humiliated me-Coley was supposed to be her best friend!

That's the moment I stopped thinking of Sydney as a Goddess. I finally saw her as the small, sad, viciously cruel person she really was. And I felt so bad for Coley. For three days after the video had spread, I didn't see Coley around at all. And that was unusual-we had classes close by to each other, and we often ate dinner together.

On the fourth day, I finally saw her. I was eating dinner, and she appeared in the dining hall and got in line to get food. She looked awful. And then I saw the other people in the dining hall react to her presence-with staring, pointing, and snickering. Coley looked like she was going to cry. Finally, she got out of the line and fled.

Damn. She looked like she hadn't eaten in three days-or slept, for that matter. I had to do something. Coley was my pal. She didn't deserve this.

I got up and walked over to Yin Mao's, the Chinese take out joint favored by a lot of students, including Coley and myself. I'd been there with her so I knew what she liked. I got her favorites and headed for her room.

She didn't want to open the door. I knew she was in there, I heard the sniffling. Finally, I yelled, "Coley, it's Hunter. Come on, open up. I'm worried about you."

She finally did. Seeing her close-up, she really looked bad. She had a single room, so there was no roommate to check up on her. I had this awful image of her sitting in this room all alone for three days, crying.

She let me in and slumped into her desk chair. I sat on her bed. "I saw you in the dining hall just now. I was worried."

"Oh, God, it's all so humiliating," she moaned.

"When was the last time you ate?"

"Well, I had some soup," she said feebly.

"Coley, you need to eat."

"I can't go back down there!"

"You don't have to." She hadn't noticed the bag. I walked over to her, plopped the bag down on her desk, then walked back to the bed. "I went to Yin Mao's for you. Shrimp fried rice, Moo Goo Gai Pan, chicken wings. All your favorites."

She looked at the bag, then at me, then back at the bag. Then she flashed me a genuine smile. "Hunter McKinley, you're a saint!" She ripped open the bag, then tore into the food like-well, like someone who hadn't eaten in three days.

"Want some?" she asked.

"Nah. I already ate."

After she had filled herself, she put the leftovers in the fridge, and came over to me. "Hunter, you're the nicest person on campus, and that's a fact. Thank you." She leaned over and gave me a peck on the cheek.

I smiled, and said-rather unthinkingly, "What are friends for?"

"What are friends for?" she said bitterly. "Fucking your boyfriend, apparently." Then the tears started, and just wouldn't stop. Before I knew it, she was in my lap, holding on for dear life. I just put my arms around her and let her cry it out. 

"Thank you again," she sniffled after she had calmed down.

"Any time."

"I'm just so humiliated. How could she do this to me? We're supposed to be best friends!"

"I don't know how either of them could do it."

"Oh, Max I can almost understand. He is a guy."

"So what? It doesn't matter. I know all about the temptations of Sydney, believe me, but if you have a girlfriend, you keep it in your pants. If you treated him like shit, I might almost see it, but you don't."

"He might disagree with that." She took a deep breath. "What was on that video? Max and I never did that." I looked down at her. "We've done everything else, but I'm still, you know, a virgin."

"Waiting for the wedding night?"

"Not at all. Waiting for the right time. I guess Max figured, if two years wasn't long enough, it never was going to happen." She sighed. "He was probably right."

"Why?"

"It just never felt-well, it's this. I want my first time to be special, you know? I want it to be good." She sighed again. "Hunter, Max is selfish. It's all about Max. Even when we were just fooling around, if he was satisfied, that's all that mattered. Even out of bed, he's like that."

"Why on earth did you stay with him for two years?"

"Because he wanted me. Look, I've been Sydney's best friend for a long time. Do you know what that's like when it comes to guys? Do you think any of them notice me? No way. Not until Max. He paid attention to me. He told me he loved me. He never paid any attention to Sydney. Or so I thought."

"You and I are two of a kind, you know that?" She looked at me. I continued, "We'll put up with all kinds of shit if you only pay attention to us."

She laughed bitterly. "You're right."

"All those times you told me Sydney was taking advantage of me. Your conscience was probably telling you the same thing about Max."

"You're right again. But that little nagging doubt in the back of my mind, that's what kept me from going all the way with him."

"I'll bet you're glad now you never did."

"Yes and no," she sighed. "I might've kept him if I had."

"You deserve better."

"Thank you," she smiled. "I don't know. Part of the problem is that I've built up the all-important First Time in my mind, probably too much. I've been thinking about it. I should just get it over with."

"Not with Max."

"No way. I mean, just pick a friend. Someone I know that'd treat me right. Get it out of the way."

I was becoming increasingly aware that she was talking about having sex-while she was still sitting in my lap! This was provoking an inevitable but unwelcome reaction in a certain part of my body-the part that was right under her ass. She had to feel it.

"What do you think?" she asked right then.

What do I think? I can't think at the moment! What I said was, "Well, I don't know. Who would you pick? You'd want someone experienced."

"Not necessarily. Look, I might be a virgin, but, as I said, I've fooled around. Now, that was mostly unsatisfying, but I know what I like. I read a lot. Erotica."

"Erotica?"

"Yeah, sexy stories. They're all over the internet. Some of them are almost like how-to manuals," she giggled. "Plus, I know what makes me feel good. So, yeah, I could go to bed with an inexperienced guy, as long as he was willing to let me tell him what I liked and stuff. You know, someone who likes me and respects me and wouldn't mind experimenting. And he'd have to be sweet and gentle." 

"That's a pretty hefty set of requirements," I laughed. "Where you going to find someone like that?"

"I found him already," she said quietly. Then she looked right at me with those liquid green eyes. "I'm sitting on his lap." 

WHAT? Before I could say a word to that, Coley was reaching up to her blouse, and unbuttoning it!

"Coley, what are you doing?"

She shrugged out of her blouse. She was sitting on my freakin' lap with her boobs barely held in by a lacy red bra! She smiled up at me. "Hunter? I've made up my mind. I want you."

"What? No!"

"I don't turn you on?"

"It's not that."

"No, it's true." Her face fell. "I don't turn you on. You're still blinded by Sydney, just like everybody else."

"Sydney makes me want to throw up," I informed her. "As far as you turning me on-Jesus, Coley, the evidence is right under your ass."

She looked at me, and then-finally realizing-her eyes opened wide. She pushed her ass into my lap a little bit, then giggled. "OK, so I do turn you on. So why are you turning me down?"

"Because you're not thinking straight. You're upset."

"I told you, I've been thinking about this for some time."

"Not with me."

"Yes," she practically whispered. "If I hadn't been stupidly clinging to Max, and if you hadn't been blinded by Sydney, I would've asked you out long ago."

"WHAT?"

"It's true. You said it, earlier. We're two of a kind. I realized that some time ago. We both crave attention. We both have it to give. Why not give it to each other?" She got off my lap, and kneeled on the bed in front of me. She reached behind her and undid her bra. Oh my GOD. Her breasts were just perfect. Not too big, not too small, and firm and ripe. Then she smiled, stood up off the bed, and pulled down her jeans. Her panties went with them.

Her pussy was shaved!

My erection was threatening to burst right out of my pants as she stood before me in all her glory. "Hunter?" she said softly. "Please don't say no." I couldn't say anything. She walked back over to the bed, kneeled in front of me again, and reached for my shirt.

I made a decision, but still had one reservation. "Coley, I don't have anything."

She looked at me, then realized what I was talking about. "I'm on the pill," she smiled. She reached for my shirt again, and I helped her get it off. Then my pants went. We ended up lying on her bed, side by side, both naked.

"Kiss me," she said. 

She didn't have to tell me twice! My lips met hers, hot and demanding, as we melded our bodies together. Her mouth opened and her tongue snaked out, meeting mine. I slipped my hand in between our bodies and fondled her breast, causing her to moan in my mouth.

I rubbed her nipple underneath my fingers, feeling it stiffen, as we ground our mouths into one another. She was moaning softly into me, and pressing her boob into my hand.  I removed my hand from her boob-she moaned at that-and slid it down towards her groin.

"So why the shave?" I asked as I lightly stroked her.

She giggled. "Max's idea at first. He said if I shaved, he'd go down on me." I looked at her blankly-I really am a dork sometimes. "You know, go down on me. Eat my pussy." I nodded and blushed, causing her to giggle again. "You're so cute. Anyhow, that's why I did it at first." She sighed. "Of course, after I did it, he went down on me all of once, and that for thirty whole seconds. But it turns out I liked it shaved."

I looked at her as I gently stroked her. "Did you want me to....?"

"Did I want you to what? Oh, you mean go down on me?" She lit up like a Christmas tree. "You'd do that?"

"Anything," I said. "But you need to tell me what to do."

"Kiss here first," she whispered, pointing at her tit. "Work your way down." 

I scooched down and wrapped my lips around her erect nipple. I sucked on it and flicked it with my tongue while Coley moaned below me. I switched over to the other one after a while. Then I started heading lower, kissing along her stomach. I tongued her bellybutton and she giggled. Then I lowered myself so I was lying in between her legs.

"Have you ever...?"

"No. I've never even seen one. Not live and in person, anyway."

She giggled. "Run your tongue up and down it." I did so and she shuddered. "And right around the opening." I followed her instructions, even sticking my tongue into her hole, which made her gasp. "Keep-keep doing that, but...you see up top? That little bump? That's my clit. You can't start there, you have to work your way up to it, but that's where it all happens, OK? Just be gentle with it, it gets sensitive."

I grinned up at her, and ran my tongue up and down her pussy. I stuck my tongue into her and drew it up her labia. She squirmed and moaned. After a little of this, I flicked her clit with my tongue on the upstroke. She squeaked. I did that a few more times, and got an idea. "Tell me if this isn't gentle enough," I said, then I lowered my lips to her clit and gently sucked on it.

"OH SHIT!" she howled. "Oh Fuck Hunter DON'T STOP!" She grabbed the back of my head and held my face into her pussy as I sucked on her clit. "Hunter....I'm gonna...oh GOD yes!" I felt her whole body spasm around my head and her hips thrashed. She yelped on every spasm, then gasped for air as she came down. I raised my face from between her legs. 

She wheezed for a while, then caught her breath. When she did so, her eyes fluttered open, and she looked down and me and grinned. "Wow! That was awesome!" she enthused. "C'mere," she said, pulling on my shoulders, getting me to crawl up her body. "Kiss me." I did, long and wet. "Wow! I can taste myself!" I just grinned back at her and rolled my eyes. "Well? It's exciting! Did you like it?"

"I liked it a whole lot," I told her. 

"Really?"

"Really. I'd never thought much about it, but it turns out I like it."

"Max said it was gross."

"I think we've already established that Max is an idiot," I told her. She grinned at that one. "I liked it. I especially liked watching you." 

"You're so sweet." She reached down and grabbed at my dick. "Oh, nice," she hissed. "You're bigger than Max." She tugged on it, pulling it toward her pussy. "Come on, Hunter. Do it."

"It's supposed to hurt the first time," I said worriedly.

"I know. It's OK. The quicker we get that out of the way, the quicker we can have fun," she giggled. She held my dick and lined it up with her pussy. "OK, Hunter. Push." I pushed. Oh GOD. The entrance to her pussy was tight as all hell. Somehow, I managed to slip the head of my dick through it. "OOOOFFF!" she said. I got the head popped in and kept pushing. Right away, I ran into her hymen.

"Push, Hunter," she hissed. "Get it over with." I did, plowing through it in one thrust. 

A couple of things happened. Coley howled in pain. I kept going, suddenly finding myself all the way buried into her. Coley looked up at me and moaned, eyes wide with surprise. And then, losing all control-I came.

"SHIT!" I blurted, as I found myself go deep into her. "I couldn't stop! Damn!" 

Coley looked up at me, eyes still a little unfocused, then realized what was happening. She actually giggled!

"It's OK," she said, after I had stopped. "It's common from what I hear. I don't mind."

"Damn," I said.

"Really, Hunter. You gave me one with your tongue, remember? At least I'm not a virgin anymore." That's when she realized something. I hadn't, yet. "Hunter? You're not-I mean, you're still......hmmm." That's when I realized it--I was still in her, and still semi-hard. "Let me try something," she said. She wiggled her hips up against mine. I went from semi-hard to completely hard in a second!

"There we go!" she grinned. "Take two?"

"You OK? No pain?"

"Nope. It only lasted a minute."

"Good." I started slowly moving in and out of her. I was trying to take my time, I didn't want to blow again in three seconds. Coley was panting and gasping every time I slid back into her.

"Oh, shit, Hunter, that's so good!" she moaned. I kept pushing into her. As I did, that's when it finally dawned on me-that I was actually having sex! 

We must have been reading each other's minds or something, because she said, with a moan and a giggle, "I almost can't believe I'm actually doing this!"

"I know what you mean," I said. I'd dreamed of it so often-but never with Coley. As I looked down at her, I realized that she was the only person I'd want to do this with. So I told her. "I'm so glad it's you."

"Me, too," she sighed. "Hunter? Faster, please?"

I did so. Her breath got more ragged and she started whining and moaning. "OH GOD!" she hollered. "So close!"

"Me too," I gasped. I leaned in closer to her and said softly into her ear, "Coley, cum now. Cum for me. I want to see you cum."

She looked at me, her eyes opened all the way for a minute-and then she spasmed violently underneath me, howling my name as she did it. My little dirty talk in her ear had pushed her over. It was the most fantastic thing I'd ever seen. Of course, I wasn't going to last through that, and I came right after she did. 

I collapsed next to her, and she snuggled into me. "That was.....incredible," she said softly. 

"Yeah," I smiled at her.

"Hunter? It's Friday night. Would you, you know, stay here tonight?"

"I'd love it," I told her.

We spent that night together, and the whole next day, and Saturday night as well. I can't remember how many times we made love over that weekend. In between that, we hung out-got more Chinese food, talked a lot, went to the movies Saturday afternoon. Over the next week, time was more at a premium, due to classes and studying, but we got together a few times to make love, in between studying together.

What we hadn't done was talk about what was going on with us. Were we just friends, or what? We seemed to get a lot closer that week. The more we lavished attention on one another, the closer we seemed to get.

That Thursday, I called her. "Hey, there's a party tomorrow. You want to go?" It was a frat party, and all of the usual crowd would be there.

The phone line went silent for a minute, and then she said, "Actually, Hunter, I think I'm just going to stay in tomorrow night. I've been feeling a bit under the weather and I need some rest."

"OK."

"Are you going to go anyway?"

"Nah, I'll just get some studying done."

That little exchange was the turning point, but I didn't realize it at the time. I didn't realize it until the next night, when I was in the library and Coley came and found me at about nine o'clock.

"Hey," she whispered. "Can we go outside? We need to talk."

"Sure," I said, confused. I gathered my crap together and followed her outside. We sat on a bench in front of the library.

"Hunter," she started, "I lied to you and I feel terrible about it." I just looked at her. "I was at the party. Just now. I always intended on going. I said no yesterday because I didn't want to go with you."

"I see," I said quietly.

"No, you don't," she said adamantly. "I fucked up, Hunter. Look, you know that the gang, a lot of them see you as a joke, because of how you were with Sydney. And I didn't want to walk into the party with you because of that. I didn't want to deal with all the comments. And it was stupid and selfish and I'm sorry."

"Coley, it's OK."

"No it's not." She turned and looked at me. "Come on." She stood up.

"Where are we going?"

"Back to the party. We can stop by your dorm and drop your stuff off first."

"OK."

I went along, not really knowing what was going on. I ran in to my dorm room and dropped my bookbag off. Then Coley and I headed for the party. She reached over and took my hand, which was unexpected but nice.

"I was at the party," she started, "and, of course, Sydney was there. She tried being all nicey-nice, but I gave her the cold shoulder. Then she started in on me. It was my fault, I didn't know how to keep a man, if I had satisfied Max he wouldn't have turned to her, blah blah blah. Then she told me I shouldn't be so damn precious about my virginity." She giggled. "I think poor Sydney almost swallowed her tongue when I told her that my virginity was well and truly gone."

"You told her?" I said, amazed.

"Her, and the whole crowd was there, too. Of course, she made all kinds of 'but you wouldn't with Max' noises. I told her that Max didn't deserve it, that my new guy was interested in my pleasure and not just his own. I told her that my new guy makes me cum repeatedly with just his tongue, and Max didn't have a clue. By this point, everyone's looking at me in amazement. Max is overhearing all this and turning a lovely shade of puce."

"They asked me who my new guy was, but I wouldn't tell them." She sighed. "And that, right then, is when I realized what a shit I was being. There I was, going on and on about how wonderful you are and how good you treat me-and I meant every word-but you weren't there with me. And why? Because I was embarrassed? Because I was wondering what other people would say about us? I felt like crap, Hunter. You deserve better."

I thought about that for a minute, and said, "You know, Coley, I'll admit it-I'm a little hurt. But only a little. I have no claims on you. I don't even know how you feel about me, about us, about anything."

"I don't go to bed with just anyone," she pointed out.

"I know that." 

"I know you do. Look-we've been friends for so long, and I spent a long time wrapped up in Max, God knows why. What's happened with us-well, it's kind of hit me like a bolt out of the blue, you know?"

"I do know. And same goes for me. Except it was Sydney I was wrapped up in, not Max."

She grinned at me. "Well, if it were Max you were wrapped up in, I'd really worry about you!"

"Har har," I replied with a grin. "I worshiped Sydney for so long. It almost seems unreal now, you know that?" I sighed. "Do you know how damn nice it is to have someone who appreciates the things I do for her?"

"Yes, I do know, very well. Believe me." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "Hunter, I think I'm crazy about you."

"Good. Because I think I'm crazy about you, too."

"And now? It's time for everyone else to figure it out," she grinned. We were at the frat house. We walked in and found the usual crowd. There was an empty loveseat in the middle of the group and we plopped into it.

"Hi, Hunter," Josie, one of the crowd said. "Coley, I thought you were going to bring your new guy back with you?"

Coley didn't say a word. She put her arm around my waist, snuggled her head into my shoulder, and sighed. And then grinned at everyone. The murmurs and exclamations of disbelief started right up, but they weren't that bad.

Except, of course, for Sydney. She took one look at Coley snuggled up to me, and laughed. "HUNTER?!? You've got to be kidding!"

"Ah, you're just jealous," Coley said. Sydney cracked up at that. "Really. You know how attentive he is. He spent over two years being the most devoted person you've ever had in your life. And you spit on him. Now, he's being attentive to me-in and out of bed. He's wonderful. And you're stuck with Max, who only cares about Max."

Sydney was flabbergasted. I continued where Coley left off. "You know, Sydney, we should almost thank you. It took long enough for me to realize what a bitch you were, and for Coley to realize what an ass Max is. But, when we did realize it, we had each other. If you and Max hadn't pushed the issue, we might have never discovered it."

"And I do hope you're happy with Max," Coley cooed. "The two most self-centered people I've ever met trying to have a relationship. Oh, that ought to be interesting!" 

Sydney slunk off into the crowd. We didn't see her for the rest of the night. And the rest of the gang just laughed amusedly at the two of us cuddled up and made goo goo eyes at one another. "I'm glad I came to my senses and brought you here with me," Coley whispered after a while.

It was the next night, after another wonderful day spent together and another stupendous round of lovemaking, that Coley looked at me, giggled, and said, "You know, I always wanted a pet."

"A pet?" I said mock-indignantly.

"Yeah. And I know you're experienced in being one. Of course, unlike some people I can think of, I always let my pets sleep in my bed."

"Hmmm. I suppose I can deal with that. As long as you don't make me sleep at the foot of the bed."

"Of course. You sleep right here. So, do we have a deal? Will you be my obedient little pet?"

"Is this a short-term commitment?"

"I was thinking more long-term." Her voice dropped a bit. "And, if it works out, maybe the option for a lifetime gig." 

"I think I like the sound of that." I gave her a big grin. "Mistress."

"Very good," she grinned back. "Now we need commands. Hmmm. Roll over? Play dead? Fetch?" 

"FETCH?"

"Don't like those, huh?" she giggled. "OK, how about this one. Lick my pussy!"

"I think I can handle that one," I laughed, and slid down to obey my mistress's command.



--Fin-





