Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Title : Young Cunt III Author : MeatBot Keywords : Pedo, Inc, Mg, mg, gg Date : 20160118 Mail : meatbot777 at gmail dot com This story : HTML - http://www.kristensboard.com/forums/index.php?topic=27766.0 text - /files/Authors/MeatBot/YoungCunt%20III%20-%20Pedo%20Inc %20Mg%20mg%20gg.txt My other stories : HTML - http://www.kristensboard.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=26255 text - /files/Authors/MeatBot/ Synopsis : Raven fucks around, meets an old friend, makes some people happy and learns a lesson. Disclaimer : Copyright by the author. Permission is granted to archive, repost, or publish in no-cost or low-cost archives, periodicals, anthologies of this type of material if unaltered and attributed to the author. This is a work of fiction. You must be 18 or over to read this story. In real life, incestuous relationships, particularly when an under-aged person is involved with a parent or adult, often causes deep psychological damage. This story is provided for entertainment purposes only. The author does not condone any sexual activity with persons under 18 in real life. These are just words, people. Just words. If you have a problem with words see a competent shrink or an English teacher. This is just more Raven, and it's probably a bit slow, wordy and weepy for her. I'm trying to wind her up. Stop right here if you want nothing but sex sex sex. What went before : #1 - http://www.kristensboard.com/forums/index.php?topic=27316.0 #2 - http://www.kristensboard.com/forums/index.php?topic=27352.0 --==+==- Raven gasped for breath, and grabbed the front of the desk to steady herself. Mr. Murphy was rough today. She smiled to herself. Sometimes she liked rough. His hairy old thighs pounded her firm young flesh, sending visible shockwaves through her, if anyone had been around to notice. He didn't notice, all he had eyes for was the tender young ass beneath him. This girl... he'd been doing this, doing her, for over two years now... how he had been blessed with her was beyond him. He thought of how sad his declining years would have been, without the pleasure of her visits. And she showed no signs ending those visits... what a pleasure retirement was now, with this to look forward to at least once a week. The girl was beautiful, slim, tight and firm... and her ass... he licked his lips, tasting her tart but sweet ass on them from just moments ago. It was the same every time... first he ate her ass for twenty minutes or so, then he fucked her asshole for twenty minutes, or however long he could hold back. He'd dreamed his whole life of a sweet young ass like hers. Who says dreams don't come true? His last conscious thought was of her goddess-like beauty, and the taste of her spicy asshole on his lips. His slender cock slid from her tight anus. He hit the floor like a hundred and fifty pound bag of gummy-worms. What? thought Raven. What the fuck? She turned slowly and carefully. The sudden silence, after his puffing and panting was deafening. She couldn't see him. What? she thought again. Where the fuck did he go? She looked down, and drew in a sharp breath, her eyes widening. He lay, lifeless, on his back, spread out behind her. His cock had softened considerably, now that blood no longer flowed into it. "Oh shit oh shit!" she cried, her heart pounding. She jumped off the desk, yanked her slacks on and snapped them. She wasted a few precious seconds slipping into her shoes, but at least she always wore slip-ons when she visited Mr. Murphy. She dropped to her knees, wrestled his pants back up to roughly where pants should go, and stuffed his cock back in his underwear. She tilted his head back, and made sure his airway was clear. She grabbed her phone and dialed 911. Thinking about when the EMT's would arrive she jumped up and ran to the front of the store, flipped the "Back in 15" sign and unlocked the door. By the time she got back to the storeroom, 911 was on the line. "Murphy's Treats, Main Street! Candyman down!" she yelled as she tried to remember the CPR crap she'd slept through in school. When the paramedics came through the door she was still doing a fair job of it, but to no avail. He'd been gone from moment he went down, he'd already gone to whatever happier place he believed in or whatever happens when we die. One hopes there's a heaven, even for old pedos... then again, maybe she had been his heaven the last two years, who knows. Raven was hailed as the town hero, in spite of the fact that he didn't survive. She wore the mantle with some embarrassment, knowing the truth of the matter. Her story was believed by all, even her last-year's math teacher Mr. Norman, with whom she shared secrets of the same nature as she had shared with Mr. Murphy. The report in the paper was that she'd just entered the store, found it unattended, and peeked in the back, just to be sure everything was okay. Who would suspect anything nefarious, from such a kindly old man and an innocent young girl? The newspaper, in an un-newspaperly streak of human kindness, had even left out some things they'd found out about his past, things that might have made the people of the town nervous about him retro-actively. After all, he'd been nothing but a model citizen in his time there. Raven's Mom bought thirty papers, clipped the article, and mailed it off to all relatives. Raven smiled bravely, and went to school next Monday... she'd gotten Friday off, thanks to all the fuss. Monday didn't go badly, except for a minor incident where she had to break a girl's nose for repeatedly pointing out that Raven had "kissed an ugly old man," unquote. Raven even came away from that one looking good, everybody sided with her, and the girl got a good scolding from her parents, along with an unsightly bandage on her face for a few weeks. Raven cried in her pillow that night, she shed a few tears for her friend, and then let him go in peace. He would leave a small void in her life, she knew... a void in her life, and a void in her asshole. She wondered if she should try and replace him. She was happy with her life, though... things were going well, other than occasionally fucking an old man to death. Her relationship with her former teacher, Mr. Norman, was as steady as hers with Mr. Murphy had been. She crept into her older brother's bedroom several times a week, and their relationship burned holes in his sheets. And she was as close to her girlfriend Cynthia as ever... Raven was way more busy sexually as she approached age thirteen than most of us were in our prime. She had crept into Bradley's bedroom that night, just needing to be held. He did that, he did that well, and they didn't even bother locking the door this time, they knew her parents would understand, in the unlikely event they found out. She wasn't ready to talk yet, and Bradley just hugged her to his body and let her cry for a while. I said her pillow up there somewhere... she cried in his pillow, actually. She went to sleep in his arms, and woke the same way, a rarity for the two of them. She lay in his bed while he got ready for school, kissed her, and went downstairs. --==+==- She was ready to talk, the night after that, when Cynthia, her best friend and very first lover, held her. "Oh, holy fuck, Cynth..." Raven cried, as Cynthia squeezed her. "It was horrible... but I knew I had to try..." "You did the right thing, darlin'," Cynthia whispered, hugging her friend. "I know... but... Cynth..." Raven stared at the girl, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Cynth... do you think I killed him?" "Fuck no!" said Cynthia. "Rave... listen... he woulda died, no matter what. When it's your time, it's your time. You did somethin' beautiful, something nobody'll understand, maybe, but somethin' beautiful. You let him die the happiest way possible, we should all be so lucky. Raven... what you've told me about him, you know it... you know he was prolly happier than any other time in his life... you gotta know it, girl... come on... you sent an old perv to heaven with a smile on his face..." "Yeah..." Raven sniffed. She knew he'd enjoyed his times with her. Fuck, she thought. Where'll I get my candy now? Life just sucked, sometimes. She hugged Cynthia, and let the other girl rock her to sleep. --==+==- Gym class, which sometimes sucked, was fun today. The coach had paperwork to do, and turned them loose in the gym with basketballs, telling them to look busy. A knot of girls sat in the stands and talked, Raven in the middle. "Shit," said a girl named Judith. "Duane deHarlow, he gots a big one." "How you know 'dat?" a girl named Eleonor said. "You seed it?" "Naw..." said Judith. "My boyfriend tol' me. He seez 'im in the showers." "Why you boyfran' tell you 'dat fo'?" the Eleonor said. "What innit fo' him?" "Nuttin'... he was bein' jealous, if I 'member..." "Why nobody say dey own boyfran' gots a big one?" Eleonor asked, puzzled. "Cos big ones is rare, 'tupid," said a girl whom it is not necessary to name, since she only said that one thing. "Big ones do exist..." said Raven, entering the conversation against her better judgment. "How you know 'dat?" asked Eleonor. "I..." she sighed. That was stupid, she thought. Now... now it was either put up or shut up. "I seen a big one, once. A while back." "Who? Tell, girl." "A guy... a guy who works at a gas station." That got a laugh from most of the girls present, as she had feared it might. "Yeah..." said Eleonor. "You gots a hansum' boyfran', wurkin' at a gas sta-shun, wit' a big cock." "He ain't nobody's boyfriend," said Raven, irritated. "He just works there. I was there with my dad." "So how'd you... how'd you see it?" asked a girl named Penny. "It's... kinda hard to explain," said Raven, by now heartily wishing she'd kept her mouth shut. "Lissen!" hissed Eleonor. "My seester, she gots a car. We'll go by dere, we'll go an' axe him for to see it. Tell me why-air." "It's on the South-East corner of Broadway and Twelfth. The Hexxon station," said Raven, hoping the guy still worked there. She had little doubt, from what she remembered of him, she had little doubt he'd disappoint the girls if they drove up and asked to see his dick. He seemed like a guy that would deliver. After some even nastier small talk which we shall draw the curtain of privacy around, the group broke up. Raven walked away shaking her head, and promising herself to keep her mouth shut from now on. --==+==- "Goddam," said Eleonor two days later in the locker room, her slum-princess accent forgotten. "That motherfucker had the biggest dick... the biggest fuckin' dick in Kensington County. Fuck, it was big!" "Yeah..." said Judith, a blank stare still on her face. "Fuck Duane... that guy rocked... he's a monster!" Raven giggled. So he still worked there. She remembered thinking he was a beast, not a monster. Yeah, he was big... probably not the biggest in the county, but pretty goddam big. She remembered him wistfully... she'd shared something with him, for a minute or two... something that she still thought of every now and then. "Was it hard?" a girl asked. "It was gettin' there quick," said Eleonor. "But we freaked, and burned rubber outa there." "Did he just whip it out?" said yet another girl. "Naw... he made us drive into the garage..." said Eleonor. "My sis was drivin' an' when he pulled it out she burnt rubber the fuck outa there. She was freakin'. We all was." "Why was you freakin?" said Penny. "It was jus' a cock, right?" "Yeah," said Eleonor. "A big fuckin' cock, on a cute, hunky motherfuckin' ol' fart. We had to haul-ass, for fear we might'a hurt 'im." "Told ya," Raven finally said, grinning. The other girls just gazed at her. "How da fuck did you know? Tell us da story." said Eleonor. "Aww..." said Raven. "Sorry, it's a secret. But I can tell you... not only is it big, it's fully functional. "Fuck, girl..." said Eleonor, shaking her head. The fourth hour bell rang. "Fuck." --==+==- A few days later, Raven went to Walley-World with her brother. As they walked back through the parking lot to his car, she looked around. She knew this part of town. She knew what was near. "Bradley..." she said. "What you gotta do today?" "Nothin'..." he said. "I gotta get my oil changed sometime this week. That's about it." "Today?" she said, cogs turning in her head. She felt the hidden hand of fate at work. "Not necessarily," he said, looking at her. "Why?" "Just wondered," she replied. "Bradley, Dad always gets his oil changed at that Hexxon on Broadway and Twelfth. We're close, if you wanna go there. I'll wait, I ain't got nothin' to do." "You don't mind?" he asked, pulling out his billfold and checking his cash. "Naw... it's no big deal... you don't wanna fuck up your car, after all. Change your oil, Bradley," she said, leaning back in the seat and relaxing. Fate would decide, she told herself. And... for some reason, after all this time... it was a big deal. --==+==- Evander Wilcoxson looked in the rear-view mirror, and backed the van out of the bay. He was ready for the day to be over. He enjoyed the safe simplicity of his job, but he'd been doing it for too long. Too much work, too little reward. Oh, it had it's amusing moments, and it's twisted little rewards... just like yesterday... but anything got old after a while. In spite of it being tiresome, he still appreciated his boss for making a place and a job for him. It wasn't that big a deal... he was a friend of the family, after all. You did shit like that for friends. The guy had trusted him, and he'd... he'd pretty much kept that trust. He'd come back to the states, dumped out of the army on medical, a half-witted, shell-shocked hero... but that hero shit didn't pay the bills. Ultimately, ya gotta do something. He still laid awake in bed at night, and heard the thud. That deep, soul-jarring thud of a pound of C4 mixed up in some crazy cell-phone IED. It had gone off somewhere South of Kirkuk, and his military career had ended. He wasn't really injured, not that bad... he'd pretty much healed up by the time he got back to the states... but the concussion had jarred more than just his body, it had shook his brain into pieces. It had jarred his life loose. He'd signed the papers and walked away. He didn't want nothin', now, nothin' but to be left alone... that, and to never see a man in a bathrobe again. Two things, two things ruled his thoughts. The first was the endless loop of that ugly tooth-rattling thud... the second was the girl. He wondered if the bomb had done that even... made him OCD about shit... though the only shit that he had obsessed over was her. He'd barely been back six months... and she'd come in one summer day with her dad and a squirrel stuck in an air conditioner. She'd shown him a glimpse of her secret self and then some kindness, but he felt like something deeper had passed between them. They'd shared an intimate moment... and they'd looked into each other's souls or something. He still wondered what had actually happened. She'd said her name was "Athena" but he'd thought she was just teasing him. He didn't think of her by name anyway... she was more of a symbol to him. A symbol of youth, his lost youth, and innocence, in spite of what they'd done together. There had been a feral innocence about her that still took his breath away. Her age had made him a little worried about himself... she was just a kid... she'd barely even had hair on her pussy. He had no idea why she consumed his thoughts and haunted his dreams. He still wondered if she was even real... he'd had that very thought as she stood before him the day it happened. He still wondered. He sighed and pushed her back down inside his mind to the dark place where he kept her. He turned as the bell rang and a car drove up. Some rich kids, in a Challenger. He grabbed a rag to wipe his hands, went outside and stared down into her face. --==+==- Raven had no doubt that he recognized and remembered her. He covered well though, he seemed to go into slow motion as he finished wiping his hands and stuck the rag in his back pocket. His eyes bored into her. The way Bradley had pulled into the station put the guy on her side of the car. He stood for a moment, staring at her, and then began to walk around the car. His look puzzled her... his gaze was intense, though not happy or sad... his face looked frozen. His eyes, though... his eyes met hers and burned into her and didn't look away. He walked around the car, seeming to know by memory where things were so he didn't bump into anything. He spoke with her brother for a moment, who thankfully didn't seem to notice something was going on. She exited the car and Bradley backed it up and drove into an open bay. She stood in front of the office, and at last their gaze was broken as he walked inside the garage. Bradley came out of the bay, and some pushed buttons on his cell phone. She nodded at him, as he walked towards the gas pumps. "Bradley," she said. "What?" he said, pausing. "Stay back. Boom," she said, pointing at the sign about cell phones and gas fumes. He nodded, and walked away from the pumps. She took a deep breath, and walked into the garage. He had the hood up, and was stacking cans of oil on the air filter. He stopped when she came into view. They stared at each other. She finally took a breath. He finished stacking. She wondered what to say, but he broke the silence before she could decide. "Howdy," he said. "Howdy," she said. "How you been?" he asked. "Fine," she replied. "You?" "Fine," he said. "That's my brother," she said, nodding outside. "Yeah," he said. "My boss is in the office." She laughed, a little more at ease with him. "No games today," she said. "No," he said shaking his head and looking wistful. "No games today." They were silent for a moment. Then they did what they'd done last time, they both started to talk at the same time, and then stopped. She giggled. They waited for the other to start. "Go," he finally said. "No, you go," she said. "I just wanted to say..." he got that far, and then realized he didn't know what he wanted to say. Because of that he simply told the truth. "I just wanted to say that I missed you." "Yeah," she said, nodding, surprised to realize it was true for her also. "I missed you too." "I wondered if you was real," he said, back to the intense gaze. "Real? Real, like what?" she said. "Like an angel, or somethin'," he said. "That's what I wondered." "I see," she said. "I sure ain't no angel. I am real though. I even bleed, now." She had no idea why she'd said it like that. It was kinda gross, but he smiled. She could tell he knew what she'd meant. She'd meant that she hadn't, before. "Congrats," he said, nodding. She laughed. She looked outside. Bradley was still standing out by the street, talking on his phone. Good. "I never knew your name," she said. "I never knew yours," he said, "unless it really is Athena." He was smiling. She giggled. "It isn't. I'm Raven." "Evan." he said. He reached out to her and their hands touched for a few seconds as they did a little token handshake. She didn't care this time if his hand was dirty. The spark was there, again... she felt it leave his body and enter hers. It settled somewhere inside her, behind her breastbone. It hurt a little, for some reason. The similarity between their names was weird enough that it had given her a moment's pause. She stopped and thought, she thought hard. She thought about a lot of things. Life never gets simpler... that thought, at least, occurred to her. She pulled her phone out of her purse. "Evan," she said. "Gimme your number." --==+==- Raven laughed, and watched the madness going on around her. At least ten girls were rolling and wrestling on the floor and bed, wearing everything from nightgowns and panties to complete nudity. Any guy, she thought, any guy in the fucking world would give his left nut to see out of my eyes right now. It was sexy, and she had to admit she felt a little squishy down below. She spotted Cynthia, in the middle, wrestling a larger girl down onto the floor, holding a pillow on the girl's face. It had started out with a simple thrown stuffed animal, and turned into complete chaos. Suddenly, though, there was a silence so deep Raven heard the tweet of a bird in a tree outside. All the girls froze in place, as another knock sounded on the door. "You guys okay in there?" a masculine voice said. "Yes Daddy," said Eleonor, who's house this slumber party was at. "Goodnight." "Goodnight then," the voice said, and silence reigned again. "Fuckin' keep it down, ladies," said Eleonor plaintively, and a girl behind her grabbed her, bent her over, and scrubbed her fist in Eleonor's hair. Five minutes later the fight wound down, and they all sat around and panted. Raven didn't; she hadn't been involved. She sat on Eleonor's bed, and held Cynthia's head in her lap. She traced the girl's hairline, tickling her, and Cynthia squirmed and giggled. "Raven..." said Eleonor. "Whut," said Raven. She sighed inside. She'd known, since the invite this afternoon, she'd known this was coming. She wasn't exactly inside the inner circle of Eleonor's friends, she'd wondered for a moment why she'd even gotten an invite... then she remembered. She wants to talk to me about... about him. "Raven, tell us 'bout your boyfran'..." Eleonor said in an almost little-girl voice. "You know... your BIG boyfran'..." Raven shook her heard. "Eleonor," she said. "There's not much to tell. We just... we just shared a, uhm, intimate moment, and moved on. It's not over, because it never started." "Yeah..." said Eleonor. "But tell us what you shared in that moment." "Eleonor," said Raven. "We all got secrets. I got secrets. You got secrets. Let me keep my secret." "I'll tell you any of my secrets... that's no big deal," said Eleonor. Yeah, thought Raven, 'cos you ain't got any as interesting as I do. The urge to tell, though, was strong. In a way, she wanted to blow these girl's minds. She wanted to see them with their mouths open. She wanted to impress them with her worldliness. Hell, she wanted to impress them with her nastiness. She wondered what the worst thing that might happen would be, if she told. She was tired of being a hero that had tried to save an old man's life. She just wanted to be a normal girl. A normal, naughty little girl. She looked down at Cynthia, who smiled up at her. "Cynth..." she said. "Should I?" "Don' look at me, darlin'..." said Cynthia, laughing. Raven sighed again. "Okay," Raven said, smiling. She faced the group. "While my dad walked to the Quickie-Mart I showed him my cunt and then he jacked off starin' at it while I fingered myself. We both came like mad. That's it, now you know." There was dead silence for a few seconds. "You fuckin' wit' us..." said Eleonor slowly. "No," Raven shook her head. "That's the way it happened. You wanted to know, now you know." "Shit..." Eleonor had a far-away look on her face as some of the other girls giggled. Raven hoped this wouldn't come back and haunt her someday. Still, it had been satisfying to finally tell one of her secrets. She vowed to keep her other secrets a little closer, though. "Fuck, girl..." said Eleonor finally. "Fuck... you rock..." "Yeah," said a girl named Penny. "That's is so fucking sexy it's insane, Raven... you're my hero, for real..." Raven laughed and shook her head. "You ever see him?" Eleonor asked. "Naw," said Raven. "I only ever seen him once, since that happened." "Were you embarrassed?" "To see him again? Or when we did it?" "Well... either." "No!" Raven laughed. "You don't know me very well if you think shit embarrasses me!" Eleonor laughed, and shook her head for the dozenth time. "You got any secrets?" Raven asked, to give the girl a chance to spill her guts if she wanted to. "No, nothin' like that," Eleonor laughed. They all laughed. Raven smiled. That had been... kinda fun. She wondered how many girls here knew Mr. Norman. That was a pretty good secret, but she knew that one was going to remain a secret. Is this gonna be my life? she thought. Just secrets? --==+==- In the silence of the night, an hour after the girls had settled down and gone to sleep, something woke Raven up. Four inches from her face, so close she was blurry, Eleonor's face stared at Raven. Her eyes were wide open, and she'd been blowing in Raven's face to wake her. Raven laughed silently and blew back at her. "What?" she said, barely whispering. Eleonor leaned in, placing her mouth on Raven's ear. Raven could feel the heat from the girl's body on her cheek. "Thanks for telling me... that was fucking sexier than shit," said Eleonor. "You are the coolest. I'm jealous of you..." Raven laughed. Eleonor leaned back, and they stared into each other's face again. Raven felt it, then, the attraction. She felt like she could read the girl's mind. She leaned forward, and Eleonor turned her head so Raven could whisper in her ear. "Thanks," she said, and gently kissed Eleonor's ear. They separated again, and stared for a minute. "You got any more secrets?" Eleonor asked softly. "Just one," Raven lied. She had way more than just one, but for now, one was enough. Eleonor nodded. Raven leaned into the girl's ear. "Every weekend Cynthia spends the night with me. We play with my vibrator and fuck each other silly like the horny little bitches we are," she whispered. She felt Eleonor shiver as her hot breath went into her ear. Raven knew it felt sexy. And she knew Eleonor knew that Cynthia was her best friend. She knew Eleonor wouldn't doubt this story, either. They stared at each other again. "For real?" Eleonor moved her lips without making a sound. Raven nodded, smiling. "Fuck..." said Eleonor's mouth, without any noise. "Fuck." Raven smiled. She looked around. All the other girls, what she could see of them, seemed to be asleep. Cynthia was down on the floor somewhere, laying on a sleeping bag. Raven was up on Eleonor's bed, with two other girls. Raven didn't feel unfaithful to Cynthia, about what she was going to do. They didn't own each other, Cynthia knew that. Raven was sure Cynthia occasionally had a little fun on the side, as Raven did. As Raven was going to. If she didn't, she was free to. Raven was confident enough in their relationship to let her girlfriend play around. She reached down, under the sheet, and ran her hand down Eleonor's stomach. She stared into the girl's face. Eleonor gulped, a panicky expression flashing across her face. "Shhh..." said Raven. "It's okay, darlin'... it's okay..." Her hand hit the waistband of Eleonor's pajama bottoms. Eleonor was laying flat on her back, perfect for what Raven had in mind. She slid her fingers beneath the waistband. She felt the smooth hot skin of Eleonor's stomach, and then, a little further down, the light scrubby brillo pad of the girl's pubic hair. Raven smiled and leaned in. For the first time, their lips touched. Eleonor felt stiff beneath her, and seemed frozen. Raven knew she was freaking the girl out. She laughed softly to herself. Hey, she thought. You asked for it, you woke me up. "Be still, honey," she whispered. "And when you cum, be still and don't shake the bed." Eleonor nodded, after that panicky look flashed across her face again and then departed. Then she pursed her lips, and looked resolute. Raven's finger had found her clit by then, and was stroking with long slow strokes, rubbing it with the side of her finger. Their mouths met again, and this time Eleonor kissed back. Raven touched her tongue, and Eleonor opened her mouth a little further. Raven nodded gently licked and scrubbed the girl's tongue with her own. Eleonor tasted good, fresh and clean with a hint of toothpaste. Raven just stayed on her clit, rubbing and stroking for a while. She finally clasped Eleonor's pussy lips between her fingers and thumb, trapping the girl's clit inside, and squeezed and massaged. Eleonor twitched and made some kind of wordless growl. Raven giggled and said "Shhh!" and they smiled at each other. Raven wondered if Eleonor was a screamer. She hoped not. Eleonor took her time, but at last Raven could tell the girl was cumming. Her legs tightened and drew up, and her back arched. Every muscle in her body tightened and then relaxed as she gasped softly. Raven slowed her squeezing, and at last stopped. "Was that fun?" she said softly, and Eleonor laughed and nodded. Raven lifted her finger and smelled it... but fuck the girl smelled good... pure pussy. She'd known it would smell good. Eleonor leaned in, and they kissed again. Raven felt a touch on her shoulder, and turned. "Hey," whispered Penny, sitting up. "I want some'a that shit too, darlin'..." --==+==- "Why the fuck," she said, "Evan, why the fuck would you show your cock to a carload of teenage girls?" He laughed, a disembodied noise on the end of a phone line. "Raven... I can't tell you why... it was a long day... and I, I just do shit, sometimes. I do crazy shit." "Yeah, I do crazy shit too," she said. "Yeah," he said. "I know. I could ask you, darlin', why'd you show your... your puss to a guy workin' in a garage..." "Like we done said," she said, "we both do crazy shit." "I know. I seen you do it." "It wasn't crazy," she said, "It was deadly fuckin' sexy." "Yeah," he said. "Yeah, it was that. It was pretty goddam sexy." "An angel, though?" she said, stretching back on her bed. "You really thought?" "Yeah," he said. "I really thought. Well, I wondered." "You think an angel would show you her cunt?" He laughed softly. "Nothin' is sinful, to an angel. Angels can do anything they want..." "I ain't no angel," she said. "I've done things... I've done things that'd make the devil blush..." He laughed out loud at that. "Yeah, me too," he said. "Me too." --==+==- Raven sighed, and curled up in Mr. Norman's lap. He held her easily, he was a fairly large man, and it wasn't the first time she'd lain in his arms. "I dunno..." she said. "I'm goin' through a stage or somethin'. I feel unsure of everything..." "Are you unsure about this, about what we do?" he asked. He loved the girl very much, enough to give her up if he had to. He didn't want to, of course, she was about the only bright spot in his life, although, he had to admit, his relationship with his wife had improved considerably. He'd secretly credited that to Raven, though... she'd revitalized his sex life to the point that his performance with his wife had even improved noticeably. "No..." she said. "No, not at all. This is still fun... fun and naughty. I still like seeing you." She had entered his room after the sixth hour bell, seeing he had no students staying late, and locking the door. They hugged, kissed and gently he slid her skirt up over her ass, burying his hands in her sexy softness. Actually, she was pretty hard back there, her buttocks were masses of muscle, from years of gym class, gymnastics and a class on weight training. And, of course, some lucky genetics. He slid her panties down, and laid her on his desk on her stomach. His cock came out to play, and he finally slid into her tight rectum, lubricated with a few drops of hand lotion. They both sighed and shivered with pleasure. She had the tightest most fabulous little ass in the universe, and for ten minutes his whole world shrank to the size of her sphincter. He'd never fucked her proper, he'd never slid into her cunt with the same fabulous feeling that he did her ass. He knew it would be tight, for all he knew she was still a virgin. They never talked about that, about her other sexual partners, if any... for all he knew he was the only one. He carefully didn't think about it, truth be known he was a little jealous of sharing her... he felt like he had been the first, and that she was his, first and foremost. He was close; let him think that. Anyway, he stayed out of her pussy because he wanted one thing, one thing to salve his conscience about the things he did with her, so he saved that one thing for his wife only. He felt like it had been the right thing to do, well, the right-"er" thing, because, like I said earlier, his relationship with his wife had even improved. His wife didn't know what he thought of when he fucked her, of course, if she gave it any thought at all she probably would have hoped it was her instead of some little teen-aged girl... but what she doesn't know won't hurt her. Luckily, we're not mind-readers. Today he had slowly fucked her sweet little butt, and at last his knees buckled, he gasped and filled her ass with his seed. She'd giggled and finally sat up, wiped her butt with her panties, and tossed them in the trash. He would retrieve them after she left; she didn't need to know that. She'd crawled up onto his lap and let him hold her. The door rattled in the frame occasionally as people walked by, but they knew they were safe for at least another hour, until the janitors showed up. All she had to do was stand and drop her skirt anyway, and he'd already stowed his apparatus. "Like I said..." she said, and he nodded, still breathing in through his nose just to smell her. "I just feel like my life is on hold or something... I feel like I'm holding my breath." "Darlin'," he said. "We all do that, at times. I've spent years like that. It's normal. Don't worry, you're still young, you've got time. Things will happen in their own time. I know that's not much encouragement." "Yeah," she said. "It's not, but thanks. I just wish I knew what to do about... about some things." "Can I help?" he said. "Uhm..." she sighed. "Prolly not. It'd take too long to explain. But thanks for the thought." He hugged her a little tighter. He wondered how much longer this could go on. They'd been lucky, so far, and they'd probably pushed the limits of sensible affairs right to the edge. He knew his career and marriage would both end, if he was ever caught, dick-deep in a student. This one though... it'd almost be worth it. How long could it go on? No idea. He hoped forever, but he knew better. He'd just take what he could while he could get it. He'd mulled over ideas before, renting a motel room and shit like that... a night with her would be worth a million bucks. He believed that she'd do it. But he'd pulled back every time, remembering that he was an old married man and she was barely thirteen, if that. Way too young to do the things he did to her, and the things he dreamed of. He hadn't today, but he still tasted her, on occasion, and the taste of her body was burned into his mind forever. He would die, remembering the taste of her slippery cunt on his tongue and lips. Nothing tasted as good as she did. He sighed again, and returned to the present. "Darling," he said, kissing her on top of her head. "Just let me know. I'm here if you need me, you know that." "Yeah," she said. "Thanks, Mr. Norman." --==+==- "What..." she said. She hesitated, not knowing why. Where are you going with this? she asked herself. There was no answer. She went on. "What did you really think of me, that day? Did you think I was a little slut, for showin' my pussy to you like that?" "No!" his reply was vehement. "No, not at all... I just thought... I mean, it wasn't really even a conscious thought, it wasn't a decision... I knew, I guess. I knew you were the sexiest thing in the whole goddam world, no matter what you did. You were..." he almost felt embarrassed telling her this part, it seemed like his own secret for some reason. "Raven... you turned me on beyond belief... because it seemed so natural to you... like you were a little wild animal or something. I can't explain it." She laughed. "Aww," she said into the phone. "There's girls out there way the fuck more sexier than me. You are kinda right about the animal part, though." "Probably not sexier than you..." he said. "Think that if you want, but probably not." "You ain't bad, yourself," she said. "You're kinda... kinda handsome... or somethin'." He laughed disparagingly. "I'm just a washed-out old soldier. You shouldn't even be talkin' with me. You should be talkin' with a boy your own age." "Boys my own age are silly and immature," she said. "Except for Bradley, he's okay." "Who's Bradley?" "You know. My brother." "Oh. Yeah." "Anyway... we just talkin', anyway. Nothin' bad's happenin'." "True. Still... I shouldn't be talking to a twelve year old. Especially 'bout stuff that we... that we've talked about." "Yeah, yeah," she said. "After what we did? And, I'm thirteen, by the way, I'm old enough." He laughed. "Old enough for what? To stay up for the late show?" She laughed. She didn't feel it was necessary to go into detail. She knew he knew all her double meanings and inside jokes. She smiled to herself. "Evan..." "What..." "You ever gonna ask me out?" He laughed again. "Ask you out? Out to what?" "You know. Out. On a date." "No, I'm not gonna ask you out. Not even in five years, when you're legal. I'll be thirty-one by then, and you won't give me the time of day, I'll be so old. I couldn't stand it if I asked you, and you said no." "No I won't... you won't... and I won't..." that almost offended her, that he'd think that. She wondered if that was what he really thought. She ask herself again, where are you going with this? "Honey... this was sweet, talkin' to you... talkin' to you after what we done, an' all this time. But... it can't go nowhere. We can be friends, you can call me every now and then... but this is it, darlin'... I'm sorry, but this is it." She sighed, and felt tears in the corner of her eyes. Why? she thought. Why do I feel this way about this guy? This... this old fart? He was only twenty six, but to a thirteen year old... that's an old fart. "Evan..." she said. She heard her voice trembling. "I won't ask you for nothin'... nothin' but to just be my friend." "I'll be your friend," he said. "Just don't think there'll be more to it." She was silent for a while, listening to him be silent on the other end. She willed herself to stop crying. He's right, she told herself. It can't be more than this. What were you thinking? Why did you start it, anyway? In spite of... in spite of what we shared, that time... why? --==+==- "Bradley. Wake up," she said. He snorted, and kept breathing softly. "Wake up, goddammit," she said, pinching his nipple. "Raven," he said sleepily, "what?" "Bradley... I been thinkin'..." "Oh, shit," he said theatrically. She looked at the side of his face, from inches away... what she could see of it in the dim light. "For real... I been thinkin' 'bout shit." "And?" he said. "What's gonna happen to us? Where are we goin' with this?" she said softly, her voice quivering. He rolled, and reached for her, squeezing her against his body. "Goddammit..." he said. "Raven. Listen." She was crying now. He sought her face with his, and rubbed himself in her tears. "Raven. There's not a lot of places it can go, but we can still make the best of it. Darlin'... this is pretty much it, if we keep it up. Just stolen moments, stolen moments here and there, with constant worry about the rest of the world finding out. The rest of the world, and god forbid, Mom and Dad. Didn't we know that, when we went into it?" "Yeah," she said softly. "Hon... we could even live together, when we move out. We could room together, when you go to college... 'course I'll be outa school by then... but we can be together. And when we're with each other, we can be ourselves. But only then, when it's just us. Well... maybe a few can know... Cynthia knows, of course... but, hell. I'm sorry, but it's a big secret. We gotta get used to livin' like that, if we keep doin' this." "Yeah," she said softly. "Yeah." "Rave... listen... prolly... prolly the best thing is, to just go ahead with our lives. Move on, find people to love and maybe even marry... and grab this whenever we can. You know and I know it'll happen less and less often as we get older... we gotta accept that. We can love each other, and not... not fuck. Love ain't as much fun, then, true... but we can do it. Does that make sense?" "Yes..." she sobbed, burying her face in his shoulder. "Oh, baby," he said, his own tears starting. "Goddammit... oh, baby, baby, baby..." --==+==- She went over the events of that evening a thousand times, in her mind. She remembered distinctly the moment it was no longer fun. The moment she'd realized she was in trouble, when she'd realized it wasn't a game any more. She'd walked downtown with Cynthia and two other girls, to the Fall Festival. They had sampled food, taken selfies with Old Man Winter and a snowman, and looked at arts and crafts crap, stuff like that. Cynthia's mom was there, in a booth with her paintings, and the girls hung out with her most of the evening. Raven finally wandered through the exhibits and booths by herself, actually bored a little bit. "Hi, darlin'," said a friendly voice. She looked up, into the most handsome face she'd ever seen. She smiled instinctively. "What's your name, sweetheart?" the guy asked. He looked to be maybe early thirties... damn good looking, slim and... this word has been used to much in this story, but the guy was hunky. Hunky and just damn attractive, all around. She felt a warm glow between her legs begin. "Raven..." she said cautiously. "Raven!" the guy said. "That's the most beautiful name ever! I love it!" She laughed silently, but let him see her smile. He went on for a while about her name, until she had enough. "What's yours?" she interrupted. "Farron Wendover, at your service!" he said, presenting his hand. She shook it, and he didn't withdraw it. He pulled her to his side, and then placed his hand around her shoulder. It seemed so natural she almost didn't notice. They talked about the stuff he had for sale a bit, and he thought she sounded fairly knowledgeable about some of the copies of famous statues he had. He acted impressed, at least. "Look, Raven... if I may be so familiar..." his eyes were almost hypnotic. She broke free with some effort, and tried to see if he had a ring on. Nothing. Good. He was still talking. "I'm a stranger in town... I'm here for the festival... beautiful little town, by the way. Darlin'... would you sit here a while? Tell me about yourself, and this town you live in?" She almost walked away then. She didn't feel like she had time to waste with something like this... until she thought, why not? I don't have anything planned. Cynthia had spent the night with her last night, and wouldn't tonight. Her life still seemed to be on hold, for whatever unknown reason. She had time to kill. Though she still had Cynthia and Mr. Norman, she felt like she was holding her breath, waiting for something to happen. She looked at the guy in front of her. Maybe... she thought, maybe. Maybe this is what I'm waiting for. She sat, even though it was getting chilly as the sun disappeared. They talked, they talked a lot. She told him about the town, and answered his questions. Suddenly she realized she was talking about herself, and not the town. He was good, she told herself. He was smooth. People stopped time and time again, to look at the sculptures and plaques he had for sale. He sold a few things. She waited patiently, and then resumed talking where she'd left off. Raven liked to talk and he seemed to like to listen. He seemed fascinated by her stories and insights into the people of the town. He hung on her every word. "You got a boyfriend?" he asked, and she shook her head. She didn't want to go there, even with a guy that made her panties wet. He smiled. "It's okay, I understand," he said. "You don't have to tell. Look. Let me pack up my stuff, and we'll go grab something to eat. I owe it to you. You made my day... I'd have been bored silly, without a pretty girl to listen to." She shook her head. She knew he was playing her. She wondered if he had any idea how old she really was. She wondered if he cared. She wondered if she cared. She felt comfortable, though, playing the game... that game of touch and back off, touch and back off, where you felt somebody's personality out, where you learned about them. She trusted the guy at this point, that he was what he represented himself to be, a fairly nice guy, alone in a strange place. He wanted company, and she understood that. She wanted company too... and this guy was something she almost wouldn't mind showing off. "Uhm..." she said, pretending to be unsure. "I guess... I guess I can..." "What time you gotta be home?" he asked, and that let her know that yes, he realized she was still a kid. Do I look that old? she thought. Could I pass for a sixteen year old? Or older? "No..." she said honestly. "I usually stay with my girlfriend on Saturday nights..." But she winced, that quick. Why did I tell him that? she asked herself. It was true, her parents would think nothing if she didn't come home tonight, they would expect a text at some point telling them what she usually told them, that she was at Cynthia's. A comfortably naughty thought occurred to her... wherever she just happened to be at bedtime, she could tell them she was at Cynthia's house... and they'd believe her. Where.... she wondered... where will I be, at bedtime? She had a last minute twinge of conscience, or maybe self-preservation, after he had finished loading his car. He opened the door for her, and motioned for her to get in. She stared at him again. How could someone who looked this nice have anything sinister planned? I can take care of myself, she thought. I can handle myself. If things don't work out, I'll just walk home, or go to Cynthia's. Whichever is closer. Work out? What had she meant by that? What was she going to offer this guy, this virtual stranger? Sure, he was a nice guy... but... what was she planning on? What was she turning into? Raven wasn't shy... her sexual escapades of the last two years had proven that to herself... she wasn't shy, and she liked things that felt good. This guy looked like he could deliver, in that department. Just the way he carried himself. He looked like a... he looked like a lover, not a fighter. She shook her head mentally. All this thinking wasn't answering any questions. Where are you going with this? she asked herself again. Well, I'll let him feed me. We'll talk some more, and then we'll see. And... who knows what he has in mind, even. He knows I'm just a kid... he has to recognize that. Maybe all he wants is some dinner company. Maybe he's smart enough to stay away from an obviously underaged girl. She realized that she kind of hoped he wouldn't stay away, though. She liked him, she liked the fact that he looked like a good lover. And... just the way he looked at her. She knew he liked her. He looked like... he looked like he wanted to eat her up. Did I just think that? she thought. Well, it was true. She actually knew you couldn't judge somebody's amorous skills by looks, but to her, he looked like he could handle himself. He looked like a guy with some experience under his belt. He slowly drove the mile down to restaurant row, still talking, still being charming. She smiled and nodded until her neck hurt. He pulled in at the Interurban, the nicest, priciest place on the strip, and escorted her inside. She was lost at the menu, and he helped her decide what she wanted, scooting his chair next to hers. He started to order some wine, and then stopped. "Darling," he said. "Are you twenty-one yet?" She laughed. She wanted bad to say, "No, I'm fucking thirteen!" but she didn't. She slowly shook her head smiling, wondering if he'd really thought that. Is it that hard to tell somebody's age? she thought. Do I look that grown-up? It was hard not to take it as a compliment. "Pardon me then," he said, and ordered soft drinks. She shook her head. She should have said yes, although the taste of wine she'd had in the past had made her think it was nasty shit. Grow up, girl, she told herself. Maybe tonight... maybe tonight would be a chance to grow up a little. She felt a twinge of guilt about Bradley... still, just a few nights ago, he'd said they should live their own lives. Surely he wouldn't fault her this, this one night of... possibly great pleasure. The meal finished, Farron walked her to the car. He placed her in the passenger's side, and she let him without a fuss. Where are we going now? she asked herself, as he walked around the car. How much further do I want to go with this? "Raven, dearest," he said, starting the car. "Let me show you the rest of my stuff, in my room, and then I'll take you home. It'll just take a few minutes away." Here is the place, she thought, here is where I decide. If I'm smart, I'll say take me home. From here on, it's put up or shut up. If I go to his room, it's almost a given that I'll... that I'll deliver. They drove another mile South, to the Wendover Inn. He parked the car. They exited. She stared at the room number as he fished in his pocket for the key. Two eleven, she told herself. Two eleven. For some reason, her mind seemed sluggish and slow. They entered, and he did what he'd said he would, he showed her some more stuff he had. She wondered why he bothered, nothing was really outstanding... it seemed more and more to her to just be cheap junk. Is this how he makes a living? she thought. Selling crap? Well, people buy crap, she'd seen it happen tonight. She turned. "Darling..." he said, his eyes burning holes in her. "Darling... you are the sweetest thing I've seen... ever. Stay with me, just a few hours... give me a little company. Hey... I'll have a bottle of wine sent out. You can have a taste now, an after-dinner taste. Okay?" She looked at him. She was less and less enamored of him. He was charming... but still. Maybe she wasn't ready for something like this, a cheap date in a motel room with a guy she barely knew. Maybe... maybe she was worth more than that. "Farron," she said, her heart sinking. She didn't want to hurt his feelings, though. She still believed he was what he seemed to be, a nice guy. She gulped and went on. "Thanks for dinner, it was wonderful. And thanks for the company... but I really think I need to be going..." She wondered if he'd offer to take her home. He was such a gentleman, how could he not? Still, it wasn't impossibly far to walk. Hell, if worse came to worse she could call Bradley to come pick her up... although she wasn't sure what she'd tell him. And it probably would be good idea not to be at the motel when he did it. Farron looked thoughtful. He licked his lips and looked around like maybe he expected somebody else to be in the room. "Darlin'..." he finally said. Oh shit, thought Raven, here comes the tear-jerker line. "Darlin', I just don't see how I can let that happen. You are the cutest thing ever, and I'm not ready to give you up." That made her laugh, and she laughed. Not ready to give her up? What was he going to do, handcuff her? She actually smiled at him, she thought it was a joke. He sat on one of the beds, and patted the bed beside him. "Sit down," he said, "and let's talk about why you're here." "Farron," she said, now a little piqued. Could he not take no for an answer? "Farron, for real, I have to go. I'm expected home by now..." She had no idea what time it was. She looked at the clock on the nightstand. It said a little after nine, she hoped it was accurate. She didn't withdraw her phone for some reason... she had a clear thought, at that moment, that he didn't know for sure that she had a phone. "Darlin'," he said, standing back up. He approached to within a foot of her, and she backed up instinctively. He followed, though. "Darlin'," he said again. "Just let me hold you for a few minutes. Then I'll take you home." Oh, fuck. She thought. Another holder. She almost laughed. She sat on the bed, giving up, and he sat beside her. He wrapped his arms around her... that felt good, for a moment. What he whispered in her ear didn't, though. "I am going to make love to you," he said. "I love you and I want you. You know you came here for that reason. What else do men and women get together for? Just relax, darling, just relax and enjoy it." She stood abruptly, pulling away from him. "Farron," she said, "Enough of this shit. Take me home." He stood, and wrapped his arms around her again. She struggled briefly, but he didn't turn loose. That's when it happened, that moment that she knew she'd screwed up. That the game was no longer fun. "Farron," she said into his face. "Turn me loose, or I'll scream and kick you in the nuts." He laughed. "Scream all you want. Didn't you see there weren't any cars out there but mine? There's nobody but us in this wing. I always get the room furthest from the office." She hadn't noticed, no, and she wondered if he was just saying that. She had noticed, though, that they were pretty far from the office. "I'm not joking..." she said. "I'm not either," he said, spinning her body lightly, and a second later she found herself face down on the bed. He pulled her arms around behind her, and she felt something cold on her wrists. "Oh really?" she said, realizing what he'd done. "Oh fucking really? Handcuffs? Isn't that a little cliche?" "Just a little foreplay," he said, and she could hear the smile in his voice. She struggled briefly, turning over and sitting up. It was difficult with her arms behind her. "Farron," she said. "You've had your fun. You've scared me a little, but that's okay. Let me go to the bathroom, before I crap myself." He laughed. "We're gonna have some fun first. I'm going to make you feel good, real good." He was digging around in a suitcase, and he pulled a riding crop out of it, and a leather ball gag. He approached her with it, and she tried to kick him. He dodged, and literally climbed on top of her, forcing her to lay back on the bed. With some difficulty, including a few slaps to the face, he got the gag in her mouth. She spit and choked, but to no avail. "Now," he said. "For real? You need to take a dump for real?" She nodded, burning. She hated him now, more than she'd ever hated anybody. Her mind was racing, thinking of ways to get out of this. "Well, okay." he said. "Don't want any of that shit. I'll uncuff you, but don't try and run, I'll be inbetween you and the door. And don't flush, I want to see if you're telling the truth. You'd better be." He uncuffed her, pulling the key from his pocket. She turned with as much dignity as she could muster with a ball in her mouth, and went into the bathroom. "Don't lock the..." he said, as the loud metallic click of her locking the door sounded. "I'm not fucking around with you!" he said. "Unlock it, or I'll kick it in! And give me your phone, or we're gonna have problems!" She didn't know if he was just fishing or if he actually knew she had a phone. She made a loud wordless sound, feverishly tapping on her phone. This goddam little keyboard, she thought. Fuck! She called up Evan on her contacts, and hit the message icon. "help wendover inn rm 211 help" she typed as fast as she could. She knew a mistake at this point could be fatal. She hit send. "You got a phone in there?" Farron asked, too little too late. "I'm serious, I'm kicking the door in!" She erased Evan from her contacts, so Farron couldn't see the message she'd just typed. She yanked her panties down, and sat. She reached over and unlocked the door, and Farron opened the door just as she felt something slide out of her asshole. "Oh god," he said, wrinkling his nose in disgust. She laughed to herself, and handed him her phone. He took it and slammed the door. She laughed again. He was ready to rape her, but he couldn't stand the smell of her shit? That was actually funny, in the middle of all this. He did seem a little nasty-nice to her. That was it, she finished in peace and quiet, as much peace as she could manage with the stupid ball in her mouth. She wiped her butt and stood. She didn't flush. She stopped at the door and took a deep breath through her nose, knowing it was time to pay the piper. She had no idea if Evan had gotten her text or not. She didn't dare hope, she decided to just get through this, and do what she had to do to survive. If I do get fucked, at least it won't be my first time, she thought. She opened the door. Farron stood there, still thumbing through her phone. Fuck, she thought. I just erased Evan... she didn't know his number, she'd always just clicked on his name. She couldn't call him, now, or reach him again. She'd used up her only chance for him to help her. She wondered if she could get her phone again, and what her dad would think if he got that same message. And god, the questions he'd ask. Please Evan please, she prayed. "Promise me you won't scream..." he said, and she shook her head. He unbuckled the ball gag, and removed it. She took a gasping breath, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva. That thing sucked, grandly. And people do that shit voluntarily? she thought. She couldn't imagine why. "Put this on," said Farron, holding out something that looked like a leather bikini. Her heart sank a little further. "Do you want the cuffs again?" he asked, jingling them when she hesitated. She shook her head, and slowly started unbuttoning her blouse. A minute later she was dressed in it, a little crotchless leather thing that also left her breasts exposed. He'd sat and watched the show as she undressed and then dressed, smiling and nodding when she'd taken her bra off. She sighed, and hated him a little bit more. "Oh, darling, you are divine! You're beautiful!" he said, and she nodded. Yeah, she thought, I'm divine, but I also said no, you bastard. He approached, laid her down on the bed, and took her shoulder. He turned her over, and put both his hands on her ass, kneading and squeezing. Now you die, she thought, first I was just going to poke your eyes out, but now you die. After a few minutes he turned her over, and with an almost comical wiggling of his fingers in mid-air like bad guy in an old movie, he kneaded her breasts. It felt good, but she was in no mood for it. At last he bent down and she felt his lips on her nipple. She looked down, and had some unkind thoughts about male pattern baldness. "Farron," she finally said, after more time had passed. He looked up at her inquisitively. "You know what you're doing, right? You are gettin' ready to rape me?" He shook his head. "Little darlin'," he said, "it won't be rape. I know you want it, and you know you want it. You played the game beautifully tonight, you pumped me up, and now you need to put your money where your mouth is. You started this, and it's up to us to finish it together." "I started it?" she said. Her memory of the start was a little different, it seemed like he'd been the one drawing her in, not the reverse. She decided that he was just justifying his actions. They both jumped as a fist slammed against the door. Raven knew instantly it was Evan, she recognized his heavy style just from the knock. She had enough time to shout "Evan!" before Farron got his hand over her mouth and squeezed her lips so tightly that tears came in her eyes. It was enough. She gave a muffled scream as the door exploded inwards, the security chain flying across the room. Evan stumbled in, his face red and his hands already in fists. Her whole body went limp with relief. And the look on Farron's face was worth the whole ordeal to her. --==+==- Farron was laying face down on the bed, with his hands cuffed behind him. Raven thought she heard him sob a time or two. You fuckin' wimp, she thought. Well, Evan had roughed him up pretty good, and his face was plenty bloody. He'd acted like he didn't even know how to defend himself, but then Evan was pretty big and fearsome and just ran right over him. Evan had gone from simply mad looking to enraged when he'd entered the room and seen her on the bed with Farron on top of her. He'd literally knocked Farron to the ground with one punch. Raven had finally told him enough! she didn't want to watch the guy get killed, and she didn't want Evan to go to jail for her. She stripped the bikini off, and slashed it down on Farron, watching him jerk as it struck his back like a whip. She pulled her skirt and blouse back on, leaving her panties and bra wherever Farron had put them. Evan retrieved her phone, turning Farron over and then back. They stopped for a moment, and stared at the figure on the bed. Raven knew that Evan would probably kill him, if she asked him too. She decided Farron had suffered enough, he wasn't going to get to have his fun tonight, and his nose had looked broken to her. Evan had big hard fists. Evan was still pretty mad, and she could tell he was mad at her too. She knew she was in for it when they finally left the room. Evan went through Farron's suitcase and pulled all kinds of kinky shit out of it, whips and chains and even a box knife... the works. Raven shook her head, doubly glad Evan had showed up. She would have been in for a night of it, otherwise. People get into this shit? she thought again. It had been an education for her. "Hey boss..." said a soft heavily-accented voice at the door. They both turned, to see a tiny Indian man standing there. New Delhi India, not the wild west. "You break down door, boss?" the man said, indicating the splintered door frame. He looked even tinier as Evan strode towards him, but the little guy held his ground. Evan yanked out his wallet, pulled three hundred dollar bills out of it and gave them to the man. "Fix it later, Mr. Patel," Evan said. "Right now I think they need you back in the office." "Right, boss! Thank you!" the man said, waved the money and disappeared. He was no dummy. Evan pulled Farron's billfold out of the man's rear pocket, and the guy made a wordless sound. Evan punched him in the kidneys and he shut up. "Delbert Phineas Worthington?" Evan said, reading from the driver's license he'd found. "You were kidnapped by a Delbert?" "Delbert! His name... he said his name was Farron!" She was as disgusted by that as anything. This looked more and more like a bad soap opera. Evan took the guy's license, slid it into his pocket and counted the bills he'd found. He stuffed three hundred of it in his pocket to make up for the money he'd given the motel guy and threw the billfold down on Delbert's limp body. "He wouldn't have stayed the night here, either," said Evan. "After he'd done whatever he was going to do to you he'd have gotten the fuck out of town." "Shit," said Raven. She realized more and more she was out of her league. This guy had planned something from the first moment he had met her. She felt like an idiot. "On second thought..." said Evan as he retrieved the rest of the money from the billfold and handed it to Raven. "There. For pain and suffering. And to make up for that gawdawful bikini." "Thanks," she said. She could count it later, but it looked like enough to make up for the evening. Although she didn't want to earn money this way again. "You ready?" Evan said, staring at her. "What we gonna do with him?" she asked, motioning towards the newly-named Delbert. "Leave him here," said Evan. "Maybe the maintenance guy will saw his cuffs off." "He's got the key in his pocket." Raven said. "Hey, I got an idea, Get the key." Evan turned Delbert over on the bed and she heard the sound of tearing cloth as he ripped a pocket open. It wasn't in that one, so he tore the other one open, and held the key up to her. She took it. "Hold your nose, Evan," she said, going into the bathroom. She dropped the key in the toilet and exited, leaving the door wide open. "Delbert," she said. "The key is in the bottom of the toilet, beneath a turd the size of Rhode Island. Have a nice day, motherfucker." That should be fun, fishing for the key in a bowl full of shit, with his hands behind his back. Maybe the maintenance guy would be a better choice. They left the room, and Evan put her in his truck and shut the door. "You are evil," he said, shaking his head as they drove away. --==+==- They sat in Evan's truck, parked in the street in front of Raven's house. "Okay," said Evan. She winced. She knew this was not going to be good. "You don't have to explain shit to me," he said, surprising her. "You don't owe me nothin'. Just don't make a habit of this, okay?" "Evan," she said, scooting a little closer to him on the bench seat. "I do owe you an explanation. And I owe you somethin' more, big time. You might have saved my life tonight, you saw those knives and shit." He nodded. She went on. "I met him at the Fall Festival. He seemed like a nice guy, and he was here without any company. He took me to eat, and then kinda tricked me into going back to his motel room and looking at more shit he had for sale. He just wouldn't let me go, after that, he slapped me around and made me dress in that ridiculous leather thing. That's it, he was just getting started when you kicked the door in." Evan was silent for a minute, looking out the windshield. "I like you, Raven, I really like you," he finally said. "You've made my life bearable again. And just talking to you occasionally keeps me going." She nodded, feeling tears begin. "Goddammit..." he said. "Just be careful. It's a fucking jungle out there. You think you're a big girl... you play games like a big girl, like you did with me and this guy. There's people out there that'll fuck you up, big time. Like tonight. Just be careful, be more careful. Please?" He turned and they stared at each other, and she could see tears in the corner of his eyes. "Evan..." she leaned in, and he took her in his arms. "Evan... I promise... that was the first and last time... I promise I'll be more careful..." They sat like that for a while and hugged, and he finally released her. "I just don't wanna read 'bout you in the paper or some shit," he said, sighing. She lay down in the seat, her head in his lap, and he stroked her hair. Then give me something, she thought at him, admittedly a bit unfairly, give me something to keep me going. After a few minutes she sat up. "Evan," she said. "Thank you. Like I said, for all we know you saved my life. I owe you one. I'll pay up, someday." He knew what she meant. That storm cloud passed over his face again, and she puckered up a little. She'd meant it, though, and she wanted to give him something to look forward to. "Raven..." he said, and shook his head. "I'm not waitin' for you, and you'd better not wait for me. That ain't gonna happen, we both know it. Keep on livin' your life, but, like I said, just be a little more careful. A lot more careful. If I'd had my phone on silent tonight, you'd be gettin' fucked right about now. Fucked, and maybe fucked up." She nodded, agreeing, and promised herself to do just that. The evening had shook her up a bit, it had shaken her self-confidence. Hopefully, it had made her cautious. "Thank you again, Evan," she said, and leaned into him. To her satisfaction, he didn't pull back. She kissed him gently on the lips, no open mouth, no tongue, just a little kiss. She pulled back to see him opening his eyes. "Goodnight," she said. "Goodnight," he said. She got out, and stood while he drove off. When he turned the corner he looked back and she waved. He waved back and then he was gone. She wearily trudged into the house after doing a quick check to make sure all her buttons were buttoned up. "Who was that, dear?" her mother said, when she got into the kitchen. "Just a friend," said Raven. She was furiously texting Cynthia, telling her the story. "He brought me home from the Fall Festival." In a long way around that was the truth. "I see," said her mother, and thankfully let it drop. "You guys want to call in a pizza?" Pizza sounded good. Her stomach was still fluttering from all the excitement but pizza sounded good. --==+==- You okay? Yep. you? Yes. you still mad at mr? Goddam stupid-ass keyboard, she thought. He knew what she meant. no. wasnt Yeah yeah be carful. raven be careful Being carful. bye love you There was a long pause. Then he replied, to her satisfaction. bye. love you too --==+==- Okay, thought Raven, as she lay in Bradley's arms in his bed. She needed the rest but her head was working overtime as she tried to settle down after the day. This wasn't the first night she'd spent with her brother, she'd done it a few other times when her parents were in the house. She was willing to take the risk, and Bradley hadn't said anything about it. She felt safe, her parent's hadn't bothered her at night for years. And she just needed somebody to hold her tonight, as silly as that sounded to her. They had made long slow gentle love for what felt like hours, and she had came again and again. Afterwards he had held her and whispered to her and they had kissed and giggled until he finally slid into sleep. Raven kissed him one last time, sighed, relaxed and sunk a little deeper into his bed. Okay, she thought, I'm not going to screw around any more. Except, of course, for Cynthia and Bradley. I promised Evan, and I love him enough to keep it, which admittedly is rare for me. Cynthia and Bradley should be enough, anyway, it should be more than enough. I'm going to do what Evan said, and be careful. I'm not going to tease people, or make offers when I don't know what's at stake. I'm going to be a good little girl. She knew the chances of that were actually pretty slim, but she was going to try. And she was serious, she wasn't going to get herself in trouble any more. But still... Raven was Raven... she could follow the new rules, and still play a little. Raven had to admit to herself that she liked the thrill of the chase. She'd been having fun tonight, until the gloves came off. She'd felt grown-up, like she was proving something... she actually couldn't define to herself what it had made her feel like. Just that she'd like the feeling, until the bad shit started. One idea was stick to girls. Girls probably wouldn't turn out to be sex-crazed psychos like Delbert. Of course, anything is possible, as recent events proved. But... girls seemed kinder, gentler... less likely to be driven as strongly by hormones or whatever. The only downside was that girls didn't have that all-important appendage. That thing that had come to mean more and more to her. She thought again of those few moments, a year ago, when she'd seen Evan's cock. He had a nice one. A god-honest monster. She wondered if she'd ever get to see it again. Well, anyway. Another idea was boys instead of men. They had cocks, and she felt like she would be running the show, if it were boys. She knew she'd be pulling the strings. And hell, they'd appreciate it, she was sure of that. The only problem was most of the boys she knew, especially the boys her own age, most of them she couldn't stand. And, their experience level would be low... she'd probably have to show them everything. Actually, though... that sounded like fun, in a way. She confronted the truth. She was just killing time until she got a few more years on her, when she felt like Evan would no longer have misgivings about her because of her age. Surely, she thought, by the time I'm sixteen... surely he'll be okay with that. Maybe not exactly "okay," but maybe she could convince him. She'd be pretty close to legal by then. And he wouldn't be that old, he wouldn't even be thirty yet. She wondered if he ever dated or had anything close to a girlfriend. She wished she could give him something to keep him going, something to keep him focused on her... but he seemed pretty stubborn when his mind was made up. She'd have to work on him a little, if she could do it without being obvious. Now that she knew him a little better, he didn't seem like a guy that could be manipulated very easily. This was all stuff she'd have to think about. She mused, thinking slower and slower, until she slid into sleep. --==+==- Next in this series : http://www.kristensboard.com/forums/index.php?topic=52350.0 --==+==- IF YOU LIKED THIS STORY, LEAVE ME A COMMENT. HELL, LEAVE ME A COMMENT EVEN IF YOU DIDN'T LIKE IT. THANKS FOR READING.