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 Junie B Jones Makes a Friend

   by sourdough

   ------ Synopsis: Junie B Jones meets Larry the maintenance man while
waiting for her mom.  A parody.
Codes: Mf gi fanfic pedo oral



   My name is Junie B.  Jones.  The B stands for Beatrice, but I just like
the B and that's all.  I'm in the first grade.  My teacher is Mrs.  She has
a last name, but I just call her Mrs.

   None of what I'm about to tell you would have happened if it wasn't for
Lizzie Johnson opening up her big fat mouth.  I hate her guts.  I wouldn't
sit next to her in a million years, but Mrs.  put us in alphabetical order
and her name and mine start with the same letter which is J.  Lizzie is
always trying to start a fight with me.  She knows my name is Junie B., but
she started calling me things like Goony B.  and Loony B.  and Zoony B. 
just because they all rhyme with Junie B.  I just held my temper and
ignored her.  That made me proud of myself.  Well, after that didn't work,
Lizzie tried something that did work.  Mrs.  was passing out papers down
each row and I sit right behind Lizzie.

   "Here you go, Junie C.," said Lizzie.  Well, Lizzie knows very well my
name is Junie B.  and not Junie C., but I decided to remind her as nicely
as I could just in case she forgot.

   "My name is Junie B., Lizzie, not Junie C.," I said.  "The B stands for
Beatrice, but I just like the B and that's all."

   "Oh excuse me.  Did you say Junie D.?  Okay, Junie D."

   "I didn't say Junie D., Lizzie.  I said Junie B." I said it a bit louder
in case Lizzie was becoming hard of hearing.

   "I heard you right, Junie G.," Lizzie replied.  "There's no need to
shout."

   "I'm not shouting, Lizzie." I felt safe there because Mrs.  hadn't
shushed us yet.  "I'm trying to correct you.  My name is Junie B.  The B
stands for Beatrice, but if that is too hard for you to remember, think of
other things that begin with B such as the busy buzzing bumble bee."

   "Sheesh!  What's the big deal, Junie Z.?"

   "The big deal is that my middle letter is B; not C, D, G, Z or any other
letter of the alphabet.  IT'S B AND ONLY B.  DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT NOW,
YOU COCK-SUCKIN' BITCH?" I guess I was shouting by then.  Well, the first
thing that happened was that the rest of the room got real quiet.  Then
Lizzie Johnson started crying.

   "Junie B.  Jones!" said Mrs.  "You go to the office right this minute."

   "Why should I?" I screamed.  "This is all Lizzie's fault.  She kept
getting my name wrong and she was doing it on purpose." I felt like crying
myself.

   "We'll discuss this in the office," Mrs.  replied.  "Now march, young
lady." When a grown-up calls you "young lady" in an angry tone of voice,
you know you haven't got much choice but to go ahead and do what they want
except I didn't march.  It was more like I stomped to the office.  She told
the aide to take over the class and followed right behind me.

   Mrs.  explained to the principal why I was in the office.  I explained
like a million times how it wasn't my fault, but it seemed like all they
wanted to talk about was where I learned such language.  I told them I
heard some older boys talking at recess which was the truth, but I didn't
know any of them.  I figured it was bad which is why I called Lizzie one,
but no one would explain what it meant.  Then they wanted me to apologize
to Lizzie, the class and Mrs.  for disrupting the class.  Apologizing is
sort of like saying you're sorry.  That was okay with me except for the
part about saying I was sorry to Lizzie.  I told them I'd rather die than
tell Lizzie I was sorry for what I called her.

   They whispered together for a while so I couldn't hear.  Finally, they
told me I should stay home from school for a couple of days and think about
my behavior.  They called it a suspension.  They called my mother and my
mother had to wake up my little brother Ollie from his nap.  She had to
drive over and pick me up from school with Ollie fussing all the way.

   Anyway, I thought it was kind of neat to get to stay away from school
for a couple of days.  It would be just like a holiday.  Believe me, it's
not that way at all.  Mom sent me to my room and told me no television,
radio, computer, telephone calls to or from friends, no visiting friends or
friends coming over and no playing outside.  It was just like prison.  I
was beginning to wish I went ahead and told Lizzie I was sorry.  I didn't
have to mean it.  When Daddy got home, he got the whole story all over
again.  He said he was really disappointed with me.  That means he didn't
like what I did no matter if it wasn't my fault.  I figured everyone was
against me.

   It felt strange getting up the next morning and not having to get ready
for school.  I ate my cold cereal and figured I'd have a boring day sitting
in my room and "thinking about my behavior." I thought I was going to get a
break when Mom said she had to take Ollie to a doctor's appointment.  I
thought I could do what I liked until they got back home.  I guess Mom
already thought about that because she said I had to go along with them to
"keep you out of trouble."

   In the waiting room, I started watching a 'Peter Pan' video they were
showing on the television set.  I'd seen it a million times before but I
enjoy it anyway.  Mom saw me watching the movie and told me I should sit
outside and wait until Ollie was through with his appointment.  She said
the quiet would allow me to "think about my behavior." I sighed and stomped
outside.  I couldn't do anything right.  There was a garden with a fountain
in the middle and some park benches.  I sat down to pout.  There was no way
in heck I was going to think about my behavior.

   "Good morning," someone said.

   "What's good about it?" I said.

   "It's a beautiful morning and it looks like you don't have to be in
school.  How much better can it get?" I looked up and this grown-up was
sitting on a bench close to mine.  He looked older than my dad but younger
than my grandpa.

   "It's so bad, I wish I was back in school right this minute except I
can't be there because I got 'spended."

   "My goodness!" he said.  "What happened?" I thought I was sick of
telling about what happened the day before between Lizzie and me and
everything that happened after, but I just started talking.  The grown-up
didn't say anything.  He just nodded his head a couple of times.

   "Do you see why I don't think it's such a good morning?"

   "I understand completely, Junie B.  May I call you Junie B?"

   "Of course," I said.  "That's my name."

   "My name is Larry.  Well, Junie B., if it was up to me I would have
given you a medal for standing up for your rights against this Lizzie
Johnson.  She doesn't sound like a nice person at all." Gosh!  There was a
grown-up who thought I was right.  I began to feel better about myself.

   "I wish you were my teacher, Larry, instead of Mrs."

   "I wish I were too, Junie B.," said Larry.

   "Larry, could you explain what a cock-suckin' bitch is.  Then maybe I
could understand why everyone is so mad at me."

   "Well, if you promise not tell anyone it was me, I'd be happy to explain
it to you, Junie B.  Grown-ups like to keep important things from kids, but
I don't." I nodded my head.  He leaned closer and said, "A bitch is a girl
dog."

   "Is that all?" What was the big deal?

   "It can also mean a mean woman or girl.  I think that fits Lizzie
Johnson exactly, don't you think?" I nodded my head.  So, Lizzie Johnson
really is a bitch.

   "What about cock-suckin'?"

   "That's harder to explain," said Larry.  "Do you know the difference
between a boy and a girl?"

   "Sure," I said.  "I have a little brother, Ollie.  He has a wiener just
like a boy and girls don't.  He pees out of it all the time.  My mom is
always changing his diaper." Before Ollie was born I would have said the
difference was snips and snails for boys and sugar and spice for girls but
now I know better.

   "A wiener and a cock are the same thing," Larry explained.  "Boys like
to have girls lick and slurp on their cocks."

   "Yuck!" I said.  "Why would a girl want to suck on a boy's cock?  He
might pee in her mouth."

   "If the boy was considerate of the girl and knew what he was doing,
there would be little chance of that happening, Junie B.  Besides that, it
makes the girl very popular with the boys.  That might not be important to
you now, my dear, but it will be in a couple of years.  Your parents would
probably want you to continue thinking it's yucky so that's why they won't
explain it to you.  I bet your mommy sucks your daddy's cock, but she would
deny it if you asked her.  I bet she even told you to report any man who
tried to show you his wiener, right?"

   "That's true." I wasn't sure I believed Larry about my mom sucking
Daddy's cock though.  Of course, I didn't tell him there are a couple of
boys at school who I really like, but they never pay me any attention.  I
began to wonder if they would like me if I sucked their cocks.  "Has a girl
ever sucked your cock?"

   "Yes, it has happened many times in the past and each time it was a
wonderful experience.  Unfortunately, it doesn't happen often enough these
days."

   "Will you teach me to suck cock?" Larry looked really surprised and
looked around to see if anyone else was listening.

   "I'd be honored to teach you how to suck cock, Junie B...  but if
someone found out...  like your parents or anyone else; I could be in a lot
of trouble if you accidentally told anyone."

   "I won't tell anyone, I promise." Of course, it would be really hard not
to brag to Lizzie Johnson that I knew how to suck cock and she didn't, but
a promise is a promise.

   "I just happen to be the maintenance man in this office complex," said
Larry, "and I have keys to all the offices.  There's a vacant one nearby.
If you think we won't be disturbed by your mother, I can spend the next few
minutes teaching you the joys of fellatio."

   "Fe...  what?"

   "That's just another word for cock-sucking, Junie B.  It's not
important. Stay here for a minute and I'll open up suite 102 and wait for
you.  It's just around the corner.  If you change your mind, I'll
understand.  If your mother shows up, we'll have to forget about doing
this. Do you understand?" I nodded my head and watched Larry disappear
around the corner.  I walked back to the doctor's office and peeked inside.
Mom and Ollie were just then being called.  It would be a while before they
were back out.  I could feel butterflies flying around in my tummy.  They
usually knew when I was nervous about something before my brain did, but
Larry seemed nice and I just knew he wouldn't get mad at me if I got too
scared at the last minute.  I took a deep breath and turned the knob on the
door with 102 on it.

   "Close the door, Junie B.  I'm over here." Larry was behind a counter.
He was sitting on a chair waiting for me.

   "Where do I sit?"

   "You sit on the floor, Junie B., on your knees in front of me." When I
did that Larry said, "Junie B., I'm going to show you my wiener."

   "Your cock," I said.  A cock sounded more grown-up than a wiener.  I
wanted to be more grown-up.  Larry smiled and unzipped his pants.  I gasped
when I saw his wiener.  It was a lot bigger than Ollie's wiener.  It was
stiff with a lot of hair around it.  I must have looked scared.

   "Don't be afraid, Junie B.," said Larry.  "We can stop anytime you say
so, okay?"

   "I'm not afraid," I said, but I was sure glad I could stop him anytime I
wanted.  "It looks like you're peeing."

   "That's not pee, Junie B.  That's precum.  It won't hurt you if you
swallow it.  In fact, it's the stuff that helps make babies when a boy and
girl want to do that.  You can touch my cock if you want."

   "My mom says I won't have a baby until I'm all grown-up and married." I
reached out and touched Larry's wiener before pulling away again but Larry
didn't seem to mind.

   "Your mother's right, Junie B, but accidents happen.  That's why smart
girls like to suck cock.  There's no way you can accidentally get pregnant
with a boy if you just suck his cock." That was good to remember.  I got
braver and started moving my hand up and down Larry's wiener.  Larry smiled
and sighed.  When he told me to kiss the tip and lick it, I didn't even
stop to think about it.  I just did it.

   "You're a very good cocksucker, Junie B.," said Larry.  "Are you sure
this is your first time?"

   "I'm sure," I said.  I felt real proud.  I'd only been sucking a cock
for a few minutes and I was already good at it.  Larry taught me to put as
much of his wiener in my mouth and suck it that way.  The only time I got
scared was when started breathing really hard.  I thought he was going to
be sick.  He pulled his cock out of my mouth and that white stuff he talked
about started shooting into his hand.

   "I didn't want to scare you with that stuff shooting in your mouth the
first time, Junie B." I nodded my head.  It looked like snot when I have a
runny nose.  "Maybe you'll take it in your mouth and swallow it the next
time," said Larry.  "The boys will love you for it." He put some of the
white stuff on the tip of his finger and held out to me and I knew he
wanted me to taste.  I did taste it and made a face.  I was glad Larry
didn't shoot in my mouth.  Larry smiled.

   "A good cocksucker has to pretend she likes it whether she does or not,
Junie B." That was another good thing to remember.  Larry wiped his hand
with a towel and sent me back out to the bench to wait for Mom and Ollie.
He told me again that I needed to be quiet about what happened.  Well, I'm
just telling you, right?  I thanked him for the lesson and said good-bye.

   "We're ready to go home, Junie B.," said Mom.  "Have you been thinking
about your behavior?"

   "Yes, Mom," I said.  "I'm even ready to apologize to Lizzie Johnson." I
wasn't mad at her anymore.  After all, if it wasn't for Lizzie being a
bitch, I wouldn't have met Larry and learned to be a cocksucker.

   ------ The End ------