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 {This is a sort of alternative timeline version of The Lollipop Principal,
meaning a version where the same character is not possessed by Molly.  I
know it's confusing, it's adolescence, but it should show the blank canvass
that was painted in shades of pastels to cover up certain perversions in
the original.  (Hence the name.) For context, but also to show the subtle
shades of such aberrations.  It's not one kind of deviation from the norm,
nor even a scalar specrum, but all different kinds of different.

   IDK how boring all this is going to be for you, readers of erotic
stories on ASSTR.  It gets a little old, sometimes.  Writing all the
incest, BDSM, childhood lesbianism and so forth.  Sometimes I just want to
write some romantic scenes between happily married straight couples, and
fairly normal teens for a change.  I'm sorry, if this isn't doing it for
you, you might want to keep looking.  I guess I'm writing this one for me.
It is one of my fantasies, something I never had: A normal sex life.}

   ;

   Squatter

   He's got the cutest butt.  IDK whether to call him the gardener, grounds
keeper or what.  I'm not even sure why, but I just want to watch it, all
day, so I did.  It was summer, nothing better to do really, so I just
sighed, "Hihn!" And watched him work.  Bending, lifting, carrying. 
Especially squatting, to get a big bag of dirt.  It pulled his pants tight,
and he had to keep going back.  To the stack of them, squat, and pick it up
with a grunt.

   "Uh!" Throw it over his shoulder, and carry it over to the flowerbed he
spent all day building.  Yesterday, and that was okay.  Then, the truck
came, and he unloaded it.  Stacked the bags up by the gate, like a wall,
and drove off.  It was okay, watching him pick up the square logs, and
drilling holes in it, to pound in spikes with his big hammer.  Then, he
locked up his tools, and left.  For the day, but now he's back.

   Early, mom came out.  Ready for work, she had her hair up, and her
makeup on.  I just sat in the window, and looked out.  He set down a
cooler, and got to work.  It had like a little seat, built in.  To the
window, I mean, so I put my feet up, a pillow on the end, and just looked
out.

   She stopped, sipping the shake she made for breakfast, asked if I liked
the view.

   I nodded, biting my lip.

   "I got this place for the view, of the gardens." Right next door, I
nodded again, but she just left.  Maybe I gave her a hard time, for picking
us up, and moving us.  I guess it's a nice house, and all, but I didn't
like it.  I liked the old house, I grew up there, and I missed hanging out
with my friends, but.

   Butt, I was starting to see the charm, of this place.  I guess it was
the view, across the yard to the fence.  The gardens, but really I just
liked watching him work.  Walk around the gate, and squat down.  Throw
another bag over his shoulder, I opened the window, to hear him grunt, and
bit my lip.  Looking at his pants pull tight, and flexing from him standing
up.  Turning to carry it in, drop it on the side, and pull his knife from
his pocket.

   I craned my neck, again, to see over the fence.  From here, bending over
to cut open the bag.  Dump out the black dirt, and pick up a hoe to spread
it out.  Bent over, to push and pull it around, like a farmer I guess. 
"Hihn!"

   Maybe I should get dressed, go out for a closer look, and, maybe get a
chance to touch it.  Feel how hard it is, I bet it's real hard, it looks
hard, but I just love the way it flexes, and for the first time I felt, so
sexy.  About someone, anyone.  my friends talked about boys.  Of course,
who's cute, or whatever, but I never really got it.

   Even their butts, but it was always like, sports guys, or you know. 
Whatever.  I guess I never saw one I really liked.  Like this, but, I could
watch him all day.  Nothing better to do, and maybe start to explore this
sexy feeling.  "Yeah," with him.  I bet he'd like me, and the way I look.
Too, I'm pretty enough, I got boobs, see?

   God, they're hot.  Is he hot, because he looks hot, and just watching
him makes me feel so hot, I hold my breath.  Bite my lip, watching him walk
back to the gate.  Turning to squat down, and feeling my legs.  Rubbing the
tops of my thighs, and pulling my feet over the cushion.  Curling my toes,
and slipping my legs together.

   If they were sticks, I'd start a fire!  "Hihihm!" But he carried it
back. Another bag, to grunt, and throw over the side.  Pull out his knife,
and bend over.  "Hihm!" Stick his fingers in, and pull the plastic bag
open, so the rich black soil spills out with dull dry plopping sounds, and
pick up the hoe to push it around.  "Huh!"

   I crossed my legs, held my fingers between them, and felt like
shivering. Not like cold, at all.  It's June, a warm summer morning, soon
it will be July, and it's only going to get hotter, but he didn't come
back. To the gate, he just pulled out a pack.  Sat down on the side of the
bed, and tapped out a cigarette.  Took a break, some water from his cooler,
and untucked his shirt.  To wipe his face, and take another drag.

   He didn't look up, see me in the window.  In my nighty, but he could
have.  Now, I was really shivering, holding my hands between my legs so my
knuckles dug in, and tried not to make a sound.  Get his attention, until
he got back to work.  Just go back to work, I wanted to hide.  Duck down
behind the wall, and maybe peek out.  When his back is turned.  To squat
down, pick up another bag, and grunt, but he just finished smoking, sipping
his whatever from a steel cup.

   It's weird, I feel afraid, he'll see me.  Watching him, and know the
dirty things I'm thinking, and secretly hoping he will.  Just look up and
smile, notice me, and like the way I look.  At him, at the same time, I'm
so confused, I don't know whether to run and hide, or go talk to him, like
I have any idea what to say, but I definitely can't move until he stands
up.

   "Huh!" I relaxed, it was over, I could move again, breathe again, and
stop trying to bite my lip off, but it was so exciting, I thought I'd
faint! He wiped his face again, and before his shirt slipped back down,
over his belt, I saw his tummy.  I wanted to giggle, but I held my breath.
It's hairy!  Flat, not like abs.  I expected abs, as hard as he works,
shoveling, and pushing dirt around with the hoe, but as soon as he turned
around.

   I got down, where he couldn't see me.  Freeze me again, and I can't
believe I did that.  Sitting in the window like that, where anyone could
see me.  Feeling myself up like that, rubbing and squeezing my boobs, like
this.  "Hah!" I bet he's got strong hands, though.  Rough strong hands,
pulling up my nighty to feel my panting tummy, and up under it to gently
cup them like a bra.  "Huh, yeah!" And squeeze them, and pinch the hard
little nipples.  "Ngh!"

   There he is!  Standing up, and turning back.  So he could see me, if he
just turned his head.  Looked over the fence to see my hair.  My eyes,
peeking over the cushion, and the fence until he came around.  Turned away,
and squatted down for another bag.  Feeling down my tummy, the little bit
of hair curling under the wasteband of my shorts.  How hot and sweaty they
are, and "Snh!" All I can smell is a little wisp of smoke, it must have
blown in the window, but I hear him grunt.

   Close my eyes, and turn my head.  I'm just going to lay my head down,
right here, a minute.  Until I hear him come back, and slip my shorts down.
Over my butt, but it's not like his butt, at all.  So tight, and muscular,
and hard looking, from all the squats.  He took off his shirt, yesterday.
Building the flowerbed, before he unloaded the truck, and drove off.  Mom
came home, and all that, but there he is.

   Whistling to himself, I can't catch the tune, but I duck down, hiding,
and holding my breath, but feeling up and down between my legs.  Not my
privates, not yet.  I got all day, I will get to that, but I just like how
my hands feel on my legs.  Inside, feeling up and down, and even my
knuckles.  The backs of my fingers, but if it gets hot enough, I bet he'll
take his shirt off again.

   "Yeah," I take another breath, and I feel so dizzy.  "Snh!  Yeah!" Close
my eyes, and I don't even have to see him.  Squat down again, I remember
the last time.  His shirt rode up, and his belt pulled down.  So I could
see the tan line, he does have a real nice tan, but even the crack of his
butt.  At the very top, but so pale, and like.  You know how your top
sometimes slips down, or a woman with more boobs, so there's a crack at the
top?

   I never noticed before, but it's kinda like a butt.  Hey, I'm new at
looking at butts, or a butt.  In particular, it's got to be the perfect
but, or the best one I ever saw, but you know what else has a crack in it?

   "Ngh!" God, I'm wet?  My girlfriends say that too, he's so hot, it makes
me wet.  I never got wet before, but, god.  I feel wet, and swollen, and
"Oh!  God!" So sexy!

   But here he comes.  So I stopped, held my breath.  Just watched him
squatting down, and wishing it got hot enough for him to take them off. 
All of it, I want to see him naked now.  That's right, turn around, and
bend over.  "Huh!  Snhhhh, hihihm!" Turn around, and bend over.  "Yeah!"
Show me that nice tight pale hard muscular butt, so I can touch it, and
squeeze it, and maybe bite it a little.

   "Ngh!" I bit the cushion instead.  My fingers slipping so fast, and wet,
it ran down in my hand, and I felt it.  I finally felt it.  "Hihnhhhhh!"
Just relax, turn your head, and slow down.  I don't have to, rub it so
frantically, I can just.  "Huh!" Feel it.  Slower now, and it feels so
delicious.  "Huh!  Yeah!" I slipped down, stretched out on the carpet, and
just squirmed, it felt so good.  "Nhm!" Even the carpet, and my nighty, and
my shorts twisted up in my legs.

   My tummy, and my fingers feeling lazily around it.  My boobs, shaking
with each breath.  "Nh, yeah!"

   That was wonderful!

   ;

   Buck (FM Matr)

   "How was work?"

   I shrugged, "Hot."

   She grinned, "And dirty." She held up my hands, checked my nails, and
let them go.  "Why don't you go get cleaned up?" Rubbed my chest, and
helped me out of my shirt.  Sniffed, "You're so sweaty." Following me to
the bathroom, she rubbed my shoulders.  My back, while the water warmed up,
and I unlaced my boots.  "I missed you."

   I cracked my neck, while she pinched a tense spot, on my shoulder.  From
all the 50# bags of potting soil.  "Well, I got the bed finished, should be
ready to plant tomorrow."

   "Mhm?" Her skillful hands worked her way down my arm, squeezed my bicep,
and massaged the muscle at the back.  "Maybe Jr can go in with you
tomorrow. Instead of hanging out in front of the TV again, all summer."

   "I could use some help with planting." I shrugged, and got up.  Stuck my
socks in my boots, but she undid my belt for me.

   "Hm." She didn't look up, just unbuttoned them, and reached inside. 
Felt me in my shorts, and slipped them down.  To kick them off, "Why don't
you wash up, real quick?"

   She left, me alone.  So, I took a shower, lathered up under my arms, and
in my pubes.  Got nice and clean, for her, scrubbing the grit out from
under my nails with the brush, and rubbing them on my chest.  Not too long,
or sharp, I shouldn't have to cut them, right now.  She doesn't like me too
sweaty, or the soap taste.  So, I rinsed off real well, hoping for maybe a
BJ or something.  She sure was happy to see me, and I her.

   Wondering at how I could get so lucky.  It's not my body, or just that,
but we found so much in common.  She likes plants, and digs my work.  We
could talk about it for hours, when we first met.  Perennials, and edibles,
how to make beds, and prepare the soil, weeding, and fertilizer.  It's just
a job to me, but she's really into it.

   And fertile tonight.  "Good." I came out, toweling off to find her. 
Already naked, on the bed.  Not waiting for me, she already got started,
but she looks so beautiful.  With the door closed, "Junior's out, with his
friends."

   "Good." I dropped the towel.

   "Come here," she held my hips.  Smelled me carefully, but I rinsed off
carefully for her.  The soap, so she doesn't have to worry about the taste.
Running her fingernails through my pubes, I put my knee up on the bed.

   Felt her nice full breasts, flattened on her back, and picked them up.
To squeeze together while she lifted my slowly fattening dick, and licked
the underside.  At first, just to taste it.  "Good," she grinned and kissed
it.  Sucked it through her tight lips, into her warm wet mouth to fatten,
and harden across her tongue.  "Snh!" Breathing through her nose, and
letting go, to finger herself.

   Slowly, sensually, while her tongue worked gently along the underside of
my hardon.  I smelled her, her sex, crackling wetly around her fingers, so
I knew she was ready.  As me, slipping out, to stand out proud, and bounce
a little with the pulse of my heart.  Beating for her, she turned. 
Sideways on the bed to put her legs up.  So, I got between them, and she
held me.  Aimed it into her hot wet ready sex, and I sank down.

   Into her, leaning over to kiss her.  Prop myself up on my elbows to feel
up her sides, and grip her tits.  "Huh," pull out slowly for another long
deep gentle thrust.

   "Huh!  Oh honey!" Her fingers playing up and down my back as I picked up
the pace.  Faster, and deeper, and harder, until she was gasping with each
stroke.  As if I was fucking the breath right out of her, but not too fast.
To finish before her, so hot, and beautiful, with her face as full of blush
as her chest.  Her tits shaking in my hands, and I couldn't hold it back,
any longer.

   "Nh, huh!" I stopped.  Sank in, and just felt it.  The nice twitches as
I filled her with my sperm.  She gets like this, so horny when she's
fertile, and I'm doing well.  At work, she's making some money with her
seed business, we can afford another child.

   "Huh!" She turned, back to her side of the bed.  So I could lay down,
hold her, and feel over her hip.  Her tummy, flat, and popping in and out
with her short shallow breaths.  The stretch marks, and imagine my little
swimmers.  Deep inside her, questing for an egg.  Another egg, to find, and
firtilize, and I ven love what it did to her body.  When she was pregnant,
kissing her shoulder.  Her neck, smelling her hair, and remembering her so
full.  Of life, my son, and she wanted a doughter, too.

   "You want to try for a daughter, now?"

   She lay back, on her back, so I could feel her chest.  "Oh!' she kissed
me, "You mean it?"

   "Of course," I kissed her back.  "Anything for you, I love you, and I
think it's time." My fingertips traced the stretch marks, up to her belly
button.  Tickled it a little, but she didn't laugh.  "You didn't finish
yet?" I felt back down, the rough curls of her pubes, and between her legs.
The hot wetness between her lips, and the swollen seed of her clit. 
Dipping out some love juice to rub it in.

   "Nh, yeah honey!" So beautiful, stretching her neck, and moaning.  "Nh,
hmM!" Nodding, "Inside."

   I slipped my fingers in, and out.

   "Huh!  Faster, faster!" I picked up the pace, until I was slapping her
pubes with my palm.  The way she likes it, as many times as I watched her.
She's a sexy woman, so sensual, and not shy with me when we're alone. 
Together, like the first time we masturbated together.  Watching eachother,
and I learned how she likes it.  Like this, just like this.  "Hmn," she bit
her lip, and started shivering.

   I like her sweat, especially her sexy sweat.  When I make her sweat like
this, and pulled my fingers out to slip them up, and wipe the fluids of our
love over her twitching pea.  "Huh!" She relaxed, moaned, and I leaned
over. To cover her mouth, tasted her breath, and keep digging in my
fingertips to slowly stroke it, until she was done.

   "Hahan, ahHN!" She finally stopped.  I swear, I envy her long orgasms a
little.  As much as I like it, when I get mine, it's always over so quick,
but her's last for several minutes, and the pleasure all over her face. 
"Huhh!" She kissed me, and got up.  I sat back, watching her big broad hips
sway, and her soft round buttocks, on the way to the bathroom.  The shower
to wash up, I dried off on the towel, and got dressed.

   It was great to be home.

   ;

   Jamie (James Arbuckle Jr.  I'm just gonna forgo the Story Codes in this
one, because there's really nothing Kinky, or potentially triggering about
it.  Again, sorry if that's not what you're looking for...)

   SPLASH!

   I was a little jealous, they had a pool.  Finally, dad left for the
Nursery, so I had a chance to grab a cigarette.  "Huh!" Got a cup of ice
cold Gatorade from the cooler, and I don't know how he stands it, but it
must be nice.  Having a pool.

   "Hey," a wet head of hair peeked over the fence.  "You got another
cigarette?"

   "Yeah," I grabbed dad's pack.  He left them, on the side of the flower
bed, so they didn't get crushed in his pocket.  "How old are you?"

   I handed one over the slats anyway.

   "Sixteen?" I looked around, but everyone must be out working, or
whatever.  "Nice day." She handed the lighter back.

   "Yeah?" I leaned up on the fence.  "It's kinda hot."

   "I guess, up here your not used it it.  Why, back home, it's probably
broiling by now."

   "Yeah?" I flipped off the ash, "Where you from?"

   "Cali?"

   "Oh yeah.  I hear it is hot down there.  What brings you up north?" The
weather?

   "Oh, you know.  My mom's from here, so after the divorce, she moved
back. Your dad, divorced.  Too?"

   "No, there still married."

   "No ring on his finger."

   "Yeah, he takes it off.  For work?" No tanline, neither.

   "Well, I guess I shouldn't be surprised.  All the good ones are either
married or gay, I guess."

   "Well," I'm not, "Uh." I don't know what to say.  "Yeah, I suppose."
Shrug.  She's kinda pretty, or her eyes are blue.  Blond hair, I can tell
she's a natural blond, cause her hair's wet, and you know how when girls
bleach out their hair, it gets dark when it's wet?  Well, hers didn't but I
couldn't really see much more.  Over the fence, she flipped off the butt,
so I went and stomped it out.  Picked it up, it's not our garden.  The
neighborhoods', I guess they got together to pay for the new flower bed,
but it's a nice one.

   Neighborhood, I mean.  Big houses, and trails, trees in the yards, and
this flower garden.  For property values, I guess.  I don't know, I just
want to kick back and enjoy the summer, but she went back in.  Took a dip,
and I heard her get back out, the patio door, but I didn't see her.  Just
picked up the tape, and measured out along the string dad strung up between
stakes to make the rows even, dug a few more holes.

   It rained, so it wasn't like mud, but a little muddy in the bottom. 
Irises, in a bucket, why he kept going back for more, another bucket from
the nursery, so at least I got some breaks.  To smoke, and talk to that
girl, in the nice house.  Breakfast nook by the kitchen, I could see in
when we got here in the morning.  With her mom, at the table, until she got
in her BMW and drove off, but her back was turned.  The girl, eating cerial
at the table, I wish I got a better look at her, then or over the fence,
but then I looked up, and saw her in her room.

   Dad was back, so I just looked down, but in her swimsuit.  Then, I
looked up again, and she took it off.  When I wasn't looking, but she
didn't even draw the blinds or anything.  Just walked past the window,
naked, and "Uh." I turned.  Away, to hide the front of my pants.  "I need
to take a piss."

   Or jerk off real quick.

   "I just go in the bushes, in the corner over there." He bent back over
the side of the bed.  Pulled another Iris out of the bucket with the
trowel, and carefully moved it to one of the holes I dug, but I just had to
close my eyes.  Remember her tit.  I just saw it, a second, from the side,
but I think she looked back.  Even smile, looking down from her window,
naked.  And kept walking, disappeared, but was she looking at me?  Smiling
at me, did she do that so I could see her?

   Naked, "Uhn!" There, now I can get back to work.

   I think she likes me?

   ;

   Sandy {Just put on Olivia Newton John - Summer Nights (Grease OST) Just
her part, it ain't a duet yet...}

   "Huhn!" He came back, with bucket after bucket of plants, but wouldn't
you know it?  Married, of course.  Why, he could get any woman he wanted,
with that hot hard tanned hairy body of his, so I guess he did.  At least
he's not gay?

   His son, looks like him.  In the face, only younger, paler, fatter. 
Something I miss about San Diego is the beach.  In summer, all the speedos,
and hot bods, now that I'm starting to appreciate them.  I kind of like the
tease, in the morning just wearing his shirt.  Knowing it's going to come
off, eventually.  Getting sweatier, and sweatier, untucking it to mop it
off of his face.  His hairy tummy, and the tanline.  His crack showing when
he bends over to plant whatever he keeps coming and going with the buckets.

   "Huhn!" But, yesterday it was a lot nicer.  With the bags, by the
driveway, so I could get a real good look at his butt from the breakfast
nook.  Right there, so close I could almost reach out and touch it, but now
I have to go up to mom's room.  Upstairs, where I can see over the fence, I
wish I had a telescope, or something, but I can remember.  Just close my
eyes, on the bed, put a towel down for my wet hair, and another one under
my but, so I don't drip.

   Her vibrator.  "Hahn!" Makes it a lot easier.  It's a lot of work, I
swear my fingers went numb yesterday from all the.  Fingering I did.  All
day, I knew they go numb from the vibes too, but I can just let it go. 
Inside me, and go back to work on my chest.  "Uhn!"

   I tried everything.  A cold shower, then swimming, going back to the
window, he's gone.  So, I turned it off.  Just the boy, the fat younger
version of his father, but only a pale reflection of the tanned hairy
muscular godliness.  "Huh!"

   So, I put my bikini back on, and went out.

   "Hey," up on the patio chair, "You got another cigarette?"

   "I'm out," he shook his head, "My dad took them with him."

   "Great," think, "Hang on." I ran back in, and got some money.  From my
allowance, I stuck it through the fence.  "Can you go get me a pack?"

   "I guess," He looked around.

   "Well, if you do.  I guess, you can come over, and hang out.  After
work, it's kinda hot, and we got a pool."

   "Yeah," he laughed, "I heard you swimming, and." He didn't finish.

   "What?"

   "Nothing, I just.  You're not, an exhibitionist, are you?"

   "I don't know," I sat down, pouting on the patio chair.  "Maybe, I guess
I'd rather watch." Now that I think about it.

   "Watch what?"

   "Your dad, working.  You know, he's a real haughty?"

   "Yeah?  Not really, I mean.  He's my dad, you know?"

   "Yeah, you look just like him.  Only without the mustache, that tan,
his. Muscles."

   "You like muscles?"

   "Yeah," I remember, "You ever been to Venice Beach?"

   "Never been to California."

   "Well, we went up to LA.  This one time, me'n mom went out to Venice
Beach, to see all the guys, working out."

   "My dad says if you got to work out, after work, you aren't working hard
enough."

   "Hah, yeah.  He works hard.  It shows, in his arms.  His back, his. 
Butt." I was starting to warm up again.  "Hihn!"

   "Yeah, well.  I should probably get back to work.  Then."

   "Yeah." I untied my bikini.  "Go do that." I need to work on my
tanlines, any way.  "Hahn!"

   Maybe he wouldn't look so bad, if he lost some weight.  Started working
out, or working harder.  When his dad's not around, I can hear him
grunting. The shovel, scraping in the dirt, then the heavy thuds of him
throwing it.

   "Uh!"

   "Huh!" Yeah.

   He just needs something to work for.

   Keep working, harder.  Faster, "Yeah!" Maybe take his shirt off, work on
his tan too.

   I bet he'd be pretty good looking, if he worked at it.

   "Hn, yeah!"

   It's just so hard.  It was so easy, almost effortless, the first time. I
got off, watching his dad, but over these past couple days, it seems to
take longer, and longer.  I can just imagine, though.  Him getting
skinnier, tanner, muscley, "er." Whatever.

   "Hahn!" For me.  "Yeah," keep working for me.  "Nh!  Yeah!"

   ;

   Jr.  (M Solo Fant.  David Lee Roth - California Girls...)

   I think she's one of those, mean girls?  She didn't really put me down,
but.  You know, what she said about my dad, and how he's in so much better
shape then me?

   Yeah, I get it.  I'm not that fat, and when I got home.  I took off my
shirt, and flexed my arms.  They hurt, a little, but feeling them. 
Especially in the front, where it really hurt, but there not so flabby,
right?

   I think I feel a little more muscle, like.  You know, not like I ever
really flexed, and felt my muscles in front of the mirror before, but. 
Suck it in, and even my chest.  "Ngh!" If I hold my breath.  I never worked
so hard in my whole life, but, you know what she said.

   "It shows." In his arms, his back, his...

   Turn around.  I can't really look at my back, but.  She said his butt,
but.  "Haha!" The way she said it, and.  Moaned, and, right there on the
other side of the fence.  It was distracting, but I think she was even
playing with herself.  Back there, she got kinda loud.

   "Hh, yeah!" I beat off real quick.  Like twice already, but now that I
think about it.  Well, her more.  It gets hard, all the time, but I never
did it 3 times in 1 day before.

   I wish I could see her, naked like that, instead of that quick second
when she walked past the window.  Way up there, and not right there.  On
the other side of the fence, dad just honked.  Picked me up, so I didn't
get a chance to hang out with her.

   By the pool, not like I wore swim trunks, but she didn't seem to care
about, being naked.  Where somebody could see her, or playing with herself
in the back yard while I listened.  I just kept digging, but you know what?
She's right, I am getting fat.  Never had no reason not to, it's summer,
schools out, and I just let myself go.  I guess, she's sure got nothing to
be ashamed of, but I don't want her to see me like this.

   "Huh!" Even if I did, go over there.  I don't want to swim around in my
shirt, with her in her bikini, because i practically got tits, I'm so fat.

   "Hahaha!" My tits are even bigger then hers, and I have, some hairs. 
Not like dad, she said not as hairy as him, but I have some.  She likes it,
dad's tan, and hairs, and muscles.

   So, I guess I know what she likes, "Right?" I never had any reason to be
jealous of him.  My dad, but then I never really talked to a girl before,
well, she talks a lot.  That's okay, I don't have anything to say, or to
think about what to say, I can listen to her all day, and she told me what
she wants.  What she likes to see, and how hard an it be?  I got a cramp,
in my arm from all the digging, and jerking off, I guess.  So, that didn't
work, but twice in one day is pretty good for me, and I didn't even need
any porn.

   Just, "Huh!  Cassy." Yeah, and maybe a shower.

   I know what she wants, and I do kinda look like dad.

   She's a California girl, so she like tans.  And muscles, and she smokes.
Too, "Oh god!" I forgot to get her smokes, I still have her money and
everything, and I forgot.  I guess, I could get someone to buy me a pack,
or just take one of dad's and keep the money.  He knows I smoke, not in
front of him, and mom doesn't, but.  I'll be 18 soon, it's my life, and my
body, and Cassie likes it.

   "So yeah."

   I just need to work out, and a tan.  Dad's not using the computer, and
mom doesn't care, as long as I'm not looking at porn, but what if I just
look up how to work out?  I wish dad had some weights or something, but he
doesn't need them.  He works, but I figured some of it out.  Pulling,
lifting like the shovel really works for my arms, and even my chest I
guess, but she said butts.

   "Hm," I looked, but mom's just watching the news, so.  What do I do for
my butt?  It's really the fattest part, fatass, how do I work on that?

   Squats, "huh?" Right?  Okay, so squats.  Dad's got a few bags left in
the garage, so maybe I'll go out there, and put a couple on my shoulders,
and do squats.  "Yeah."

   Close down Netscape, and go do that.

   "What the hell are you doing, son?" He came out.  Dressed, but she's
right.  he's a hunk, so if I want to get with her.

   "Ngh!" Drop the bags back on the tailgate, "Just squats."

   "Why?"

   "I don't know, there heavy." I shrug, and rub my shoulders.  "If I'm
gonna work with you all summer, I thought I'd get in shape."

   "All right," he patted my shoulder, and bought it.

   So, I squatted down, and picked up the bags again.  Held onto the
tailgate, but I lost count.

   "Wohn!" I don't guess it matters how many I do, but I can already feel
it.  The muscles in my legs, and especially my glutes.  I think that's what
they called them on the web page, so I guess it must be working.

   "Huh!" Drop them back on the tailgate.  Let's just go up, and see how
much of a difference that made.

   "Ngh!" Cramps.  "NGH!" Okay, sitting down seems to stretch them out. 
"Huh!" God, that hurts!  Feels tighter, though.  Firmer, not as soft and
flabby, and I did just work all day.

   "Come on, fat ass!" Up the stairs, maybe if I take a hot bath, that'll
soak the cramps out, but no pain, no gain, right?  That's what they say,
I'll read what they do for aches, and cramps, if this doesn't work.

   "Huh!" Just lay back, but I saw myself, in the mirror.  I don't like the
tan lines.  On my arms, around my neck, so maybe I'll get some sun too,
later.

   "Hah!" The bath was a good idea, though.

   ;

   {Radiohead - Creep (Pablo Honey) I know, stereotypical angster baiter
alternative pop.  I usually play something more obscure, but that's what
this is about: The fantasy is how normal vanilla people do it.}

   "Cassandra?" (Ff)

   Uh oh, "In here, mom?" What now?

   "What is this?" She waved some pages of printout.

   "Mom!" I hate it when she goes through my stuff!  "Can't I have any
privacy?"

   "On my computer?" She slapped them down on the table.

   "That's no excuse for going through my room!"

   "I didn't." She sniffed, "I just checked the activity on My Computer!"

   "But," Uh?  "I cleared the History?"

   "Not in the printer queue."

   "Oh," damn it!

   "How can you, even.  Look at that smut?"

   "Mom, I'm 14,"

   "That's right, you're only 14, and;"

   "That's old enough to look at guys."

   "Yes, but you have to be 18 to look at porn."

   "Nu uh!  To BUY porn, but not on the internet."

   "And it's.  How can you look at, that?"

   "What?  Dad did.  Not like gay porn, he's a guy, but he sure liked the
lesbian stuff." How do you think I found out there's porn on the internet?

   "Well, I don't want you turning out like your father, either."

   "Well, it's not like I'm gonna start boffing my high school friends,
but. Uh!  You know, I just.  Looked up Hunks.  Okay?  I didn't know all the
pictures would be gay, but I don't care.  It's kinda hot.  You know, 2
hunky guys, going at it."

   "But the," She made a face, "The sodomy."

   "Yeah, well that's hot too.  If you don't like it, then don't look." But
that's the best part.  You can really see their asses when they bend over,
and grease them up, and start fucking eachother.  "Huh!  I don't care,
whatever it is you watch, or think about whenever you're buzzing yourself
off with your pocket rocket.  I don't go in your room, through your stuff,
and invade your privacy.  All right?  I'm a virgin, I'm not having sex, or
anything, but I like guys.  Men, big tan muscular hunks, and I like to see
them fuck eachother when I fiddle myself off.  All right?  You happy?"

   "No?"

   "Well, if you don't want to think about it, then don't.  I don't want to
talk about it anyway, so leave me alone, stay out of my stuff, and we can
avoid this awkward conversation all together."

   "All right, I'm sorry."

   "Good." I lied.  I did go through her stuff, and fuck her vibrator, and
even looked at those sappy romances she reads, but that didn't do it for
me.

   But I'm still a virgin, where it counts.  I like it up the butt, and I
washed it!  So, she wouldn't find out, see how well that worked out.

   "Uh!"

   What a turnoff!  Jeez!  Well, there's always tomorrow, but now I need a
shower.

   It's just grody.  My mom, knowing about it.  Ew, just ew.

   "Huh!" I guess it was bound to happen some time, I just have to be more
careful.

   Note to self: Clear the Printer queue next time too.

   ;

   Winger (Seventeen.  Going for contrast here, he's more into "Metal" than
alternative, but they're teenagers, all right?)

   "Hey," I heard the patio door, and dropped the hoe.  "Here," I handed
the pack over the fence.

   "Thanks," she lit one, I wish I could see her better.  She's pretty, but
you know, at least what she's wearing.  "Where's your dad?"

   "At work?  He just dropped me off, but.  You mind if I have one of
those, too?"

   "Sure," she handed over the lighter with them.

   "Thanks," I handed it back, and took another drag.  She coughed.

   "You a virgin?"

   "Huh?"

   "I am, but.  You didn't get any rubbers, at the store, did you?"

   "No, I.  I just took one of my dad's packs.  I'm only seventeen."

   "Oh, all right.  Huh!"

   "What?"

   "Well, you know.  I don't guess, I need rubbers if I do it in the butt."

   "Huhah?  What?"

   "You know," she giggled, "Buttfucking?"

   I just shook my head, "Yeah, but." Again, harder, "I mean, you like
that. Seriously?"

   "Mhm!  Yeah, it's easier.  When you still got your cherry.  It just
takes more lube.  You know, glycerine?"

   "No?"

   "Well, my mom's cutting sugar.  Ask me why she needs to lose weight, but
she doesn't like, like sweet 'n low, or equal.  So, she uses glycerine in
her tea."

   "Huh!"

   "Yeah, I tried it with just spit, but, the glycerine makes it nice, and
slippery, and.  Huh!  You want to come over, after work, or something?"

   "Yeah," I even wore my swim trunks.  "I been working out."

   "Oh yeah?"

   "Yeah," I took off my shirt, flexed.

   "Hihihim!  Nice tan."

   "You like it?"

   "Yeah, but.  Huh, I guess it's a start.  Can't really see any muscle,
under all that fat, but." My face heated up, but.  It's just the way she
is. She doesn't mean to cut you down, she just doesn't sugarcoat it. 
"What's in to cooler?"

   "Uh, gatorade?"

   "Uh, you know that's full of sugar, right?"

   "I guess," it is kind of sweet.  "I could go on a diet, too.  I been
looking stuff up, on the web.  You know, like diet, and excercize?"

   "Yeah."

   "I never heard about sugar."

   "Well, it's like empty calories.  Sugar, starch, fat, that's all just
calories with no nutrition.  It's all the rage in California.  Low calorie,
high protein?  Yeah, protein's like a calorie, but it's also a nutrient. 
So, you can still have energy, and build muscle, but also burn fat."

   "Oh," I nodded, "Makes sense."

   "Well, you better get back to work."

   "Yeah," I put it out, picked up the butt.

   "Jamie?"

   "Yeah?" She stuck her's through the knotthole.

   "You better take mine too.  My mom, you know she's such a health nut. 
So, I can't have her finding butts in the yard."

   "Okay." I finished it for her, on the way back to the flowerbed.  The
unplanted side, but it rained, so there was lots of weeds starting to
sprout, but.  "Huh!" I better finish my work, I'm getting payed for it, and
I'm sure one of the neighborhood ladies will be bye to check on me.  Like
they said, what kind of community garden the community doesn't take care
of, but it's an opportunity.  For dad to make money, and for me to talk to
Cassy.

   But, was she serious?  About, buttfucking?  I don't know, sure she's
sexy and all, but I don't know about that.  Sometimes, it's hard to tell
when she's teasing me, or not, and why doesn't she ever come over?  Around
the fence.  I mean she is right next door, and she's not even shy about,
walking in front of the window, naked.  Or talking about, buttfucking, but.

   "Huh!" I guess she's just weird, but at least she talks to me.  "Right?"

   ;

   {PSA: A word about Carbohydrates, they're not "Toxic." Even if you
believe the dubious research about their contribution to adult onset type
II Diabetes, they are Life.  All life on Earth, as we know it are
essentually polymers of carbohydrates in aqueous solution.  Proteins,
Enzymes, Amino Acids, if you decided to make a human body, including all
the alien cells people call "Probiotics" nowadays out of legos, the
standard 8 block would probably be Dextros.  So, carbs are just about as
toxic as water, and if you overdose on the latter (Also, overhydration is
also a thing) it will kill you a hell of a lot faster than the decades of
sugar pounding it takes to upset your Insulin production.
You know what is toxic?  Ketones.  Now, this is set before Dr.  Atkins
died, and everyone got fucking insane about it, but even in life he called
it a "Crash Diet" for the morbidly obese, and suggested against going below
a certain threshold for his patient's health, because he was a Doctor. 
That's what they do, talk to their patients, do tests, diagnose their
health, test for potentially neurodegenerative byproducts like Ketones
(Which are downright corrosive to your nerve cells, inhibit
neurotransmitters, and generally make you even more prone to Dementia than
sugars are allegedly for Insulin imbalance) and reccomend treatments.  Fad
nutritionists, and chiropractors giving diet advice are keen to look for
the Magic Bullet.  The one thing you can remove from the equation to live

forever.

   Don't You Believe It!  Ask you doctor if medical advice from
infomercials is right for you, or if blending kale in water unlocks more
nutrients than just eating a bunch of kale.  It's not a magic wand, it's a
fucking blender.  I know, sexy right?  Well, I'm sorry, it doesn't go
without saying.  Let your chiropractor adjust your back, and ask
nutritionists about your particular dietary needs.  Because Gluten is a
Protein, not a Toxin.}

   Bush - Glycerine (Sixteen Stone)

   Okay, well he asked if I was an exhibitionist, so.  I thought about it,
and "Yeah." It's kind of a hot fantasy.  It didn't get me off like watching
his dad lift and carry a ton of potting soil around, but then I could only
imagine.  Someone watching, until mom left for work again, and his dad
dropped him off for work.

   "Huh!" Sure wish he'd stayed, or ever even looked up.  At me, over the
fence, but I guess he got tunnel vision, or whatever.  I briefly thought
about going out with him, Jaime to hang around his dad, but then again.  I
know what it's like now.  A broken home, or going back and forth between my
parents because dad got caught boffing my best friends.  So, I don't want
to do that to him, be that girl, or even his mother.

   Who I haven't met, so I kept my distance, and you know.  I don't have to
get rid of mom, she works.  She has to, sure the alimony payed for the
move, and this place.  I like it, lots of windows.  Especially the bay
windows in the kitchen, with the cushions to get up, and watch up the
street.  For there truck, and pull my nighty down, while they walk past. 
Only they didn't, he just pulled up.  In the driveway, or it would be if
there was a house there, instead of a half lot.  That's the big selling
point for homes in this neighborhood, if you read the pamphlet.

   Big yards, lots of pictures, privacy with all the fences, including the
one around the community garden the community doesn't even look at, really.
Just pay people to come by, and plant, the other kids make out there
sometimes, but there's trails all over the place, and they just close it
up, like they're ashamed of it.  Okay, well ever since mom got on this
nature kick, I guess she wanted a room with a view of the garden, or
whatever.  Works for me, but I like this, "Breakfast nook."

   And sugar, damn it!  I didn't even realize, how much of a sweet tooth
mom had until she started putting glycerin in everything, but now that I'm
stuck out here, in a house without even a granual of the stuff, I'm
starting to crave it, and I never liked Gatorade before in my whole life,
but then they showed up with a cooler full of it, and it was like the
sweetest thing I ever tasted.  I swear, I got a head rush.  A bigger rush
than I ever did from smoking a cigarette, but after I get off.  "Yeah,"
that's real nice too.

   I just flip them over the fence, for him to pick up, but I thought it
rained here?  I mean, it got downright dry, not like San Diego dry, but. 
Oh yeah, and he's a virgin.  He didn't say it, but just the way he avoided
the question.  It's funny, because with a name like Beaverton, you'd think
even he could get some, but.  It's kind of neat, watching him grow, and
shrink at the same time.  And get darker, the tan lines on his arms
starting to blend in from him taking off his shirt, and flexing.  I mean,
not like a body builder, but I think he does it, while he works, or, works
extra hard to burn more fat, or whatever.

   He's still got a long way to go, but I really like how he looks more,
and more like his dad, every day.  Like, right before my eyes, I can see
it. Even when he burned, and the first tan peeled off, but his arms first.
I guess they do most of the work, and I don't know if he'll ever have abs,
but I don't care about that.  It's more organic, then say the muscle beach
hunks, his dad scoffs at gyms, and I'm starting to agree.  It looks so
fake, after a while.  Like implants, you can tell those boobs ain't real,
and mom wouldn't think of getting plastic stuffed in her chest just to live
up to that image.

   "Bad enough I have to wear makup," but she's in sales.  So, yeah.  You
king of have to get your hair done, and nails, and dress fashinably, and
wear makeup.  It's like a uniform, or nobody will buy anything, but she
can't wait to scrub it all off when she gets home, heck she usually does
before she even leaves work, why she carries cold cream around.

   I guess it's like bras.  I hate them, not like I need them.  Maybe when
I get older, and have kids, I can see what I'm in for, and let me tell you
she doesn't need plastic tits anyway.  It looks like they hurt, the way she
winces when she takes her bra off, and even the welts it leaves in her
back. Then, she can relax, put on PJs, and watch Ally McBeal or whatever's
on TV.

   I like Nelle.  Even if she's a lesbian, or Portia de Rossi is, and
that's the lady that plays her.  I think I kind of look like her, anyway,
and she's.  Well Nelle is a badass.  Bossy bitch, she doesn't take shit
from anyone, like mom when she has to strap in, and butter up to sell shit
for her corporate masters.  She hates it, I know, she told me, but she's
good at it, and that's the only way she can get anything, ever.

   She's beautiful, and nobody takes us seriously, because we're pretty. 
Unless you use that, we don't have the muscle for real power, it sucks
needing a man for all the heavy lifting, but our only power is our sex
appeal.  I know, it doesn't sound feminist, or whatever, but honestly, we
can't give it up.  The only power we have, just because some guys that
don't understand feminism thinks that makes us whores.  Like Rush Limbaugh,
"fatass."

   "Huh!" I need a man, a good man, and while I'm settling for Jamie, it
looks like I can make one out of him.  He just needs a little
encouragement, but that conversation, about buttfucking seemed to do the
trick.  I'm not ready, to do it for real, but I guess it's time to show
him, what he's missing.  So, I pulled the blinds in the breakfast nook, or
3 of them, but left the one bye the gate wide open.  So, he could see me,
as soon as he looks.

   "Awe," he's so cute.  Working so hard, weeding out the dirt he turned
over with the shovel, and pushing it around with the hoe.  "Hign!"

   I had to get creative, as much as I like the vibe, I can't help but
think about where it's been.  Not just inside mom, but you know.  I washed
the shit out of it, with rubbing alcohol, and everything, but still.  "Ew,"
grody, "Just ew."

   Too bad he's just 17, because rubbers would really work for that.  I
tried plastic wrap, but that tears too easy, and I even tried enemas.  Oh,
and oh my gush!  That feels awesome, but you kind of have to be in the
bathroom, because what goes up must come back out, and the last thing I
want to do is mop, but it also cleans me out real good, and it's so wet in
there the glycerin gets nice and slippery right away.

   "Hhn, mh!  Ngh!"

   I just can't find, a good position where I can bend over.  So he can see
what I'm doing, and also look out the window, I wish I had that mirror. 
It's in dad's house, I guess it's like a grandfather clock, since it was
his mom's, but you can tilt it up and down like a blackboard, or even flip
it over, so I could just set it up in the kitchen, and turn it so I can see
out the window.

   "Ngeah!  Siph?" Wipe off some drool, and wiggle my fingers in there. 
"Hn, yeah!" It's dribbling down, so it mixes with my pussy juice, and makes
it slipperier.  And my spit on my fingers, I hate the taste, though.  In
everything, why can't we just have some sugar all ready, it's not going to
kill you, it's just sugar, and I know they get donuts at work.  She loves
donuts, so I bet she even cheats on her diet, and then feels guilty about
it.

   "HhHhH!"

   She cheated on dad, too.  Well, at least it wasn't a teenager, my fried,
or I thought she was.

   "Ihn!"

   Well, that killed the mood.

   "Huh!" I grinned.  Looking back, he closed his mouth, and turned away.
From the gate, standing right there next to the fence where he can't get it
out, or jerk off, or nothing, but.

   "Yeah!" He saw it.  "I am." An exhibitionist, too.  I think, though I'd
really rather watch.

   I wonder, if he's maybe a little bisexual?  "Yeah," that would be the
best.  If he could get a boyfriend, "Oh, yeah!" Maybe I can get in the mood
again, but better go back upstairs.  To the bathroom, I'm already leaking,
and I sure don't want to mop.  So, I grabbed the towel off the floor, and
held it behind me.

   So, I didn't dribble a trail all the way up to the bathtub.  Where I can
get as dirty as I want, and clean up is a breeze.

   Now that he saw it.

   "Ngh, yeah." I warmed up the water for another enema.

   I nice big hunk.  For him, a jock.  "Yeah," a big hot jock for him to
fuck.  "Inh!" Yeah, so I can watch him fuck him up the ass.  "Yeahhhh!"

   ;

   {Psychological Note: The eponymous Complex is basically named after the
Greek Myth.  Of course, a more modern English interpretation would be The
Boy Who Cried Wolf.  Basically, it's "I told you so," but nobody believed
her.  In case you didn't want to look it up, but I've gone on long
enough...

   Oh, PS: A reminder that "Normal" isn't a point, nor even a line.  It's a
grey area, of overlap, along several intersecting axes.  Rather than draw
you a diagram, I'll give you an example: Are all girls into femdom, and
anal?  No, that's not what Normal means, just because everyone isn't doing
it, doesn't mean it's "Abnormal." Some girls don't have a drop of orgone in
their bodies older than 14, and others are fully sexual as young as 12. 
That's what I mean by "Normal." Somewhere between so sexually repressed,
and so precociously sexualized that it's abusive.

   Just like in the DSM-IV.  If it's acute enough to affect your everyday
life it's a disorder.  If not, you're functional.  Or in pop slang,
"Normal." It's like wheat grass, it's not going to kill you.  Not eating
any sugar, because your friend's chiropractor said it may cause autism, or
risking smallpox, because your read somewhere that vaccines will give your
kids diabetes is fucked up, and wrong.}
   .