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 Chapter Two - Lunch Hour

   By Juliet Merri 2004 julietmerri@email.com all rights reserved.

   Krysta sat at the table she and her friends usually chose.  She was lost
in thought, replaying her day at the beach over and over in her head.

   After they were finished, Matt stood looking down at her.  She felt
totally vulnerable, even afraid.  She didn't know what to think of herself,
let alone what he thought of her.  He looked down at her for awhile and she
had time to notice how good he looked.  His blackish hair was in disarray,
calm blue eyes set off by the sun wrinkles around them.  He kept himself in
shape, being neither too bulky or too thin.  Everything suggested power,
though.  Taking a deep breath, he turned away heading to another part of
the house.  He left her lying there, getting chilly.  She started to get
up, pull herself together.  Running a hand through her hair, wincing at the
pain in her scalp.

   "Stop", the command was brief but utterly serious.  He had a tone in his
voice that she could not disobey.  She looked up at him, confused.  She
didn't know what to do.  He took her by the hand helping her stand and then
bent down grabbing her behind her knees lifting her.  Holding her next to
his chest he carried her to a large bathroom.  It was a beautiful room, the
centerpiece being a large modern claw foot tub that stood freely in the
middle of the room.  The plumbing open worked, shining only the way that
well cared for brass can.

   The tub was filling with hot water and he lowered Krysta into the bath.
"Lean back, relax.  Open your legs to the hot water soothe you.  It was
your first time, wasn't it?", his question was brusque almost.  Krysta
colored and tried to lean forward, cover herself somehow.  She felt
humiliated by his question.  "I said lean back", he put his hands on her
shoulders, placing her back against the tub wall.  He crouched down beside
the tub, still naked.  "Relax.  Your muscles need it.", he picked up a wash
cloth and started to lather it from a bar sitting on the edge of the tub.
"I'm going to wash you and you will do everything I say, answer any
question I have.  Close your eyes and open your legs."

   Krysta complied, leaning against the back of the tub, she opened her
legs.  The hot water felt so good.  The tub had finished filling.  Matt
turned the water off and the silence of the room flooded in.

   "It was your first time, wasn't it?" Again the same question.

   "Yes", she replied.  "It was my first.  I really don't know..." He cut
her off by leaning in to kiss her.  She felt her heart jump, kissing him
back.  She wanted to cry, laugh.  She wanted him, again.  She reached up to
touch his face, his hair.

   "Thank you", he said.  "That was a huge gift."

   He continued washing her.  His gentle touch got to her.  She relaxed and
let him wash her whole body.  Touching her wherever he wanted.  Sometimes
it hurt a bit.  Her sore little cunt ached so.  "I like how you keep
yourself trimmed", he said.  Again, she blushed.  She looked at him and he
was smiling, amused.  "Who taught you to keep yourself neat, girl?" He was
playing with her clit now.  Pinching it and rubbing it.  She moaned and
pressed into his fingers.

   "God, this feels so good", she thought to herself.  "My friends at
school, we have to shower together and they make fun of "bushies".  They
call girls who don't trim Hippies", she replied, almost panting.

   "That's rather mean, don't you think?" He pinched her labia.  She cried
out and looked at him, the pain in her eyes made him stop smiling.

   "Yes, it is mean.  That's why I trim.  They were mean to me", she said
feeling hurt.

   "Do you call the untrimmed girls names?" He was very serious again.

   "No.  My friends and I aren't what you call popular girls.  We're more
preppie.  We get picked on as much as the hippy girls, do." She told him
the truth and he saw it in her face.  She wasn't some tartish little
cheerleader, more concerned with fucking her way to popularity.  She was
just a really pretty school girl who happened to have become his.

   He smiled again, petting her.  Leaning in again to kiss her shoulders.
He got up and went to a cabinet removing bottles of shampoo and
conditioner. Coming around behind her, he turned on the water again, this
time changing the tap to a spray hose, wetting her hair.  She let him wash
her hair, condition it.  Rake his fingers through it.  She felt like he was
playing with a big doll.  "It pleases me to do this, girl.", he said.  "I
like taking good care of my things.  You are mine and I will take very good
care of you." His voice was softer again.  She wondered idly if all men
were like this in private.

   "May I ask you something?" She was curious to know if there was a wife
and family.

   "I'm not married, girl.  It isn't something I want or need in my life,
right now." She was startled.  How did he know what she wanted to ask?  Was
it so typical?

   "Okay....  how did..." He cut her off.

   "I wouldn't expect any other question at this point." He chuckled and
lifted her to stand in the tub, reaching for a towel.  He wrapped her up
and lifted her out of the tub.  Spending time to care for her, dry her off.
Savoring a kiss when he was finished.  She looked like an angel standing
there wrapped in the towel.  Her skin so pink from the hot water.

   Just then, her friends walked up to the table.  Placing their trays down
and settling in for lunch.

   *

   "You've been being weird all day", stated Stephanie.  "It's like you are
on another planet.  What is going on with you?"

   Krysta looked up at her friend.  She couldn't tell her the whole truth
so she started a lie.  "I went to the beach this weekend.  Burnt the crap
out of my upper thighs.  Right on the edge of my cheeks.  Everything hurts
like a bitch."

   Stephanie bought the lie.  As with most people, if they want to believe
you...  they will.  Stephanie was no exception.  Largely regarded as a
booky girl, Stephanie still wasn't the brightest crayon in the box.  She
was easily led and she liked to please other people.  Like all the other
girl's at St.  Mary's, she wore the typical plaid skirt, white top and dark
blue knee high socks.  The uniform complimented her long, thin legs.  She
was graced with a rose and cream complexion that combined with shoulder
length, rich, dark mahogany hair and eyes made her the picture of preppy
perfection.  "I always burn.  Watch your mouth though.  Sister Joseph will
make us do Hail Mary's if she hears you talking like that."

   "She could probably use it," remarked Beth cynically.  Beth smiled when
she said it.  Sometimes Krysta didn't know if Beth was insulting her or
teasing her.  Their friendship had been difficult lately.  Krysta thought
maybe it had something to do with "that boy" Beth was always talking about.
But no one had met.  Supposedly from another school.  Now Krysta wondered
if maybe Beth had found herself an older man, too?  Maybe that was why she
was so silent.  Krysta had concluded that she couldn't just come out and
tell everyone about Matt.

   Krysta smiled back at Beth.  "I bet you could use it, too", she replied
batting her eyelashes in a false innocence.  Beth sort of smiled and
replied softly "I bet I could." Krysta looked at her difficult friend
trying to glean some clue to her recent behavior.  She sometimes wished she
had Beth's looks.  Where Krysta was all golden, peachy softness Beth was
her blonde opposite.  A cool wheat blond, not a hint of curl to her long
thick hair.  She had the longest hair of any of the girl's at school.  It
went past her ass.  Most times she kept it in a braid, though.  Her chilly
exterior was set off by icy blue eyes and alabaster like skin.  She looked
like a Greek statue brought to life.  Finely chiseled features complimented
by a warm full mouth that most men stared at.  When they weren't looking at
her tight, well formed body in that school uniform.  She was enough to make
a grown man weep.

   Their conversation turned to the normal things: school, work, parents.
They all carefully avoided talking about boys.  To anyone but the most
observing person, their conversation seemed totally normal.  Underneath
though were three separate lives.  It was as if three other were really
there.  Mirror opposites of the originals.

   "Are you guys working today?", Krysta enquired both girls.

   "I am", replied Beth.  "Have to work four to eight tonight.  "Too much
homework lately, so my parents called my boss.  He gave me less hours the
rest of the semester so I could keep my grades up." Beth was working on her
college entrance.  She needed to do well to get the scholarship to USC. 
Krysta wondered why on earth anyone would want to live in the southern part
of California but she supposed that the school must be worth it.  The cost
had to be insane.  But somehow Beth was able to get the money together. 
She saved more than anyone Krysta ever knew.  One day Beth had shown her a
savings book.  There was over twenty five thousand dollars in it.  No one
knew that Beth had two jobs, though.  Beth did a lot of her school work on
the computer.  She also did some rather interesting "jobs" for a certain
man who she met and maintained a relationship with online.  His
contributions to her college fund were quite nice, indeed.

   "Not me," replied Stephanie.  "My car insurance is due, have to go fill
out the forms again.  Then going to the movies with my parents." This was a
flat out lie.  She knew they wouldn't check up on it.  Or if they did,
she'd say she got the nights wrong.  Lately her life had become one big
shell game.  Ever since her parents pulled her out of public school, her
life had been turned upside down.  Stephanie had gone too far with a boy
she met at the local public school they both went to.  This wonderful boy
got into her pants and then promptly ruined her reputation.  Her life had
become a solid hell of harassment.  Her parents, shocked at the girl's
romance were deeply humiliated by the constant taunting.  The public school
overwhelmed as it was, couldn't protect their daughter.  Off to St.  Mary's
she went.  An all girl school, there would be no more troubles with going
too far with boys.  They didn't realize that it was Daddy's best friend and
long-time golf partner who was now enjoying their little girl.

   When the bell rang the girls gathered up their things and headed to
their respective classes.  Each carrying their own secrets as well as their
books.