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Subject: {ASSM} Girl Fag (new) Chapter 10 - Rachael Ross
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Copyright 2004 Rachael Ross all rights reserved.

Please see chapter one for story codes and important background
information. I strongly suggest you do not read this chapter without
first reading the first nine chapters.

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Girl Fag
by Rachael

Chapter Ten



"What happened to you?" I turned my face upward to see Scott
looking down at me like a tall blonde angel.

I was still sitting on the kitchen floor, holding the phone and crying
because Kyle had decided he didn't want Matt, Lance, and John to be
mad at him. I guess I couldn't blame him, but I did. I mean I'd had
the same choice, but I'd picked Kyle. I felt like one of those idiots
on TV, the ones who go on dates with other people to decide if they
should stay with their boyfriend or girlfriend. I was one of the ones
who got dumped after I'd told the world I wanted to stay together.

"I got dumped." I smiled sarcastically and wiped my nose with my
thumb and wiped the snot on my pants. I didn't care.

"Let's go to my room before Pops sees you." Scott hauled me to my
feet.

I told him the whole sordid tale, talking about my four ex-best friends
and especially about Kyle, who was not only an ex-best friend, but an
ex-boyfriend to boot. It wasn't like Scott didn't know most of it
already anyway.

Scott was strumming his guitar, which helped him think, or so he
claimed. I know it always helped relax me and that night was no
different. I settled down while we talked and even smiled a little.
Scott might have been queer as a three dollar bill, but he knew a lot
about guys. I mean from the perspective of a girl, really. I was a girl
but my perspective was from the guy part of me, which is confusing as
hell, believe me. But that was my problem; I was suddenly trying to
behave like a 14 year old girl when I'd never been a girl before. I
did fine when I tried to act like a 14 year old boy, heck I'd even
gotten Julie Perry to like me...A lot, I hoped. And that reminded me
that I had to call her!

"Who's Julie Perry?" Scott asked, since I'd just mentioned her
name out loud without thinking about it.

"She's just a friend." I shrugged and thought about telling Scott
everything about her too, thinking he'd probably laugh at most of it.
"Do you know a lot of lesbians?" I changed the subject, sorta, and
surprised both of us, I think.

"What?" He smiled a little, the way he did when he understood
something that nobody else did. Scott really was the smartest out of
all of us. "I know a few, I guess."

"Are they like me? I mean, you know, the way I'm mostly a guy?" I
really didn't know why I was asking this stuff.

Scott ran his fingers up and down the frets in a quick scale and
frowned, tuning one of the strings just a fraction. "Some of them, I
guess. Mostly the ones I've met are..." he shrugged, "...pretty
normal."

"Like you?"

"Yeah." He grinned. "I guess so. You wouldn't really know just
looking at them, and some girls that really look gay, well, they're
not." He stopped playing for a second and looked at me. "People are
just people, Ann."

"Uhhh..." I laughed. I totally didn't understand Scott sometimes.

"Nevermind." He rolled his eyes, sort of mocking himself. "You
really like that girl, huh?

I sucked my top lip a little pensively. "Yeah. I don't know." I
did, but... "I don't know if she likes me."

Scott nodded. "Just be yourself."

"That's what everybody says." I sighed. "I just don't know
who I am."

"Yeah you do." Scott smiled gently. "When you're not thinking
about it, you know exactly who you are."

"So I should stop thinking?" I laughed.

"Stop thinking about what?" Steve asked, opening the door and
walking in.

"What did you say to Kyle?" I challenged him immediately,
forgetting everything else.

"Huh?" Steve glanced at Scott, but he was looking at his fingers.

"Kyle dumped me." I said. "He told me you said he had to choose
or something."

"I told him you couldn't have four boyfriends, that it wasn't
going to work, and if he wanted to be with you then he was going to
have to deal with his friends being mad about it." Steve sat down
next to me on his bed.

"That's all?"

"Well, I didn't beat him up or anything, if that's what you
mean." He chuckled a little. "Don't worry, I talked to all of
'em."

"All of them?" I stared at my brother. "When?"

"Tonight." Steve gave me a funny look, like when else could he have
done it? "I stopped by Kyle's place around seven and rounded the
boys up like sheep."

"Kyle didn't say anything about that."

Steve shrugged. "He was probably embarrassed, they were arguing like
little kids over a piece of candy."

"So what did you say?" I asked.

"What do you think? I said I'd kick their punk asses if they made
my sister cry again." He laughed and Scott grinned, nodding.

"Should have said 'we'." Scott told him.

"It was implied, I think." Steve rubbed my leg a little. "They
feel bad though, give them a couple days and they'll come around."

"It ain't gonna be the same though, is it?" I looked up at him
and Steve gave me a shrug and a hug.

It was getting sort of late by then and I was eager to call Julie. I
was supposed to call Jane Hudson too, but I didn't even know her
phone number. She could wait, but Julie...If Kyle wanted to dump me,
then that I was his problem. I had other friends, and now maybe I even
had a new best friend, although that was just wishful thinking most
likely. Still, if Steve was right then Matt and the other guys
couldn't stay mad at me forever, and maybe in a week or two
everything would be back to normal. And hopefully none of this would
ever come up again.

I actually felt kind of good about myself after I left my brothers'
room. I passed by Daddy who was going to bed. He was undoing his
coveralls and he smiled when he saw me.

"What?" I smiled back.

"I guess you're done with that Brian fella, huh?" Daddy said and
I gave him a puzzled look. "I heard you broke his nose."

"I didn't really break it." I admitted, amazed at how fast word
got around. I wondered if Principal Snyder had called Daddy.

"Too bad." Daddy rubbed my head and went down the hall. "I was
lookin' forward to meeting that boy." That was my dad's sense of
humor working overtime.

I popped my head into my room and saw Greg already asleep, but Henry
wasn't in there; I found him downstairs playing Doom 3 on the
computer. He really gets into his games, so he barely noticed me. Mark
and David were in the kitchen, grabbing some food before bed. They'd
been working with Daddy on a compressor for a refrigerator truck that
had broken down. It had been kind of a rush since the truck had like 10
tons of ice cream in the back.

"Want some?" Mark grinned and he had chocolate all around his
mouth. They were digging into a big round 5 gallon can of Double Dutch
with a couple spoons.

"Ain't no room for it in the freezer, gotta eat it all tonight!"
David laughed, shoving a big spoonful into his mouth.

"You guys are gonna be sick." I laughed. "That fall off the back
of the truck or something?"

"This is our bonus!" David said. "Guy was so happy he told us to
grab one."

I took Mark's spoon out of his hand and got myself a bite. It was
good and hardly melted at all.

"You call Jane yet?" David glanced at the clock, it was 11:37
already.

"I don't even know her number." I gave Mark his spoon back.
"Kyle can't go anyway, so..."

"So you're still coming?" Mark asked around a mouthful of ice
cream.

"Yeah, I'll go I guess." I shrugged a little.

"We ain't never gonna finish this, dude." David laughed and
looked at Mark. They'd barely made a dent in it, 5 gallons was a lot
of ice cream, and they were already getting full.

"Well, don't leave it in here." I told them. "It'll make a
mess, just put it outside someplace. Maybe it'll stay cold enough you
can have it for breakfast." It did get cold at night, but not that
cold yet; I just wanted to get them out of the kitchen though and I had
to wait another 10 minutes before they finally disappeared.

The kitchen was all mine, finally, I thought, reaching for the phone.
It was almost exactly midnight and that was cool, I hoped. It was sort
of exciting having a girlfriend. I mean having a boyfriend was nice for
the one day I had him, but it wasn't the same. With Julie I was just
me, I mean she knew I was a girl, but I was really a guy too. I
didn't have to pretend anything and I think she knew that too.

Her phone was ringing. "Hello?" Julie answered softly, but not
quite whispering.

"Hi. What are you doing?" I asked, being quiet myself since the
kitchen isn't all that far from the rest of the house.

"Ann! Hi!" She was happy that I called and I couldn't help but
smile. "I'm uh, just almost sleeping." She giggled.

"Just almost sleeping?" I laughed too. "Darn. I wanted to wake
you up."

"You did? Why?"

"Just to see if you were serious."

"If I was serious about what? About you?" She made it sound like I
must be joking and my heart sank a little.

"About waking you up." I said, protecting myself a little.

"Yeah. I was serious. I had fun tonight."

"Me too." I was smiling again.

"What are you doing?" Julie asked.

"Nothing. Just hanging out, talking to my brothers and stuff."

"I wish you didn't live so far away." Julie surprised me.

"Yeah, me too." I agreed. "It would be cool to hang out with
you."

"When are you coming back to Beaverton?"

"Uh, I don't know." I thought that sounded like kind of an
invitation, but I wasn't really sure. "Do you want to um, see a
movie or something?" I ventured, trying to make it sound like I
wasn't asking her out on a date or anything.

"Sure, I guess so. When?"

"How about tomorrow?" I figured I could always change my mind about
camping.

"Mmmm...I can't tomorrow. We're going to the Roller Barn, sort of
a family night out thing. We go every Friday." Julie paused for a
second. "Do you want to come roller skating with us?"

I'd been roller skating a couple times but I wasn't really good at
it, and her family was gonna be there? "Nah, I'm bad at roller
skating." I laughed self-consciously.

"That's okay, I can teach you." She giggled, but that would have
made me feel real silly, skating around trying to be cool and having
Julie trying to show me how it was done.

"Let me practice a little first." I promised, cause she did seem
eager. "How about Saturday? I have a football game in the afternoon,
but I can come over afterwards."

"Saturday? Okay, yeah." She agreed. "You wanna come by my house
and get me?"

I hadn't thought about that, but it sounded a lot like a date. I
wondered if maybe Julie didn't think I was asking her out, instead of
just asking her to hang out, or whatever. Talking to girls was weird,
or at least talking to Julie was. I just couldn't keep up or
something, like every time I thought I knew what was going on she had
to say something to make me wonder.

"Um, I'll have to get a ride from one of my brothers, so I don't
know..." I was nervous, thinking I wasn't sounding like much of a
boyfriend if that was what Julie was hoping for, but she probably
wasn't...was she? I bit my bottom lip the way I do sometimes.

"We can meet at the arcade, if you want." Julie offered, without
sounding like it was a big deal at all if I picked her up or not.

Which it shouldn't have been, because we were just a couple girls who
happened to be friends, not girlfriends...except in my head I was
definitely a guy right then. I wanted her to be my girlfriend, I was
just stuck in this stupid body and it was confusing the situation.

"Okay, about seven? Is that okay?" I kept my voice steady, even
though I was pretty excited knowing I was going to see her again.

"Okay." Julie giggled. "It's a date!"

I closed my eyes, wondering again what was going on. We said our
goodnights a few minutes later, since it was getting very late and I
had to get up early to workout with Coach. Julie was sleepy too, I
figured, even though she sounded like she was really disappointed when
we were hanging up. So I was stuck, laying in bed and wondering if I
was going on a date with her Saturday night, or if it was
just...hanging out. "She did it on purpose." I whispered, closing
my eyes and hugging my pillow.

Coach took it easy on me Friday morning, which was good because my butt
was still a little sore, but not too bad. The rest of the day was okay
too. Matt, Lance, and John pretty much ignored me, but they didn't
give me any dirty looks or anything. I got the sense they were avoiding
me because they felt bad, more than they were mad. I could have been
wrong though and it was a little bit frustrating not knowing for sure
what was going on.

I hadn't told Nurse Haven that I was gonna skip football practice
that afternoon. I wondered if she might worry about that when I
didn't show up, so while it made me a little nervous, I decided I
needed to see her. I hadn't given what we'd done too much thought,
really; I mean my mind had been a little full of other things, you
know? Besides that, I didn't think it was that big of a deal either
for some reason, although it obviously was. It was like I how I'd
felt with Sandy; I was just comfortable with what we'd done.

Miss Haven wasn't though, I could see it on her face when I walked
into her office during the middle of my study hall. My heart was
beating fast, I admit, and I was warm all over, unsure of myself and
what I was doing suddenly.

"Hi." I smiled, clutching a book I'd brought along like a shield.

"Ann?" Nurse Haven stared at me. She was sitting behind her little
desk, and had been writing something, but now she was frozen like a
statue. "Are you, um...are you okay?" She seemed to shake herself
out of it.

"Yeah." I nodded, licking my lips a little cause my mouth was dry.

"Close the door." She looked at it nervously, like someone might
walk by and see something suspicious. "Lock it."

After I'd done as she asked, Miss Haven seemed to relax a little, but
not much. I took a breath, getting ready to tell her I was gonna go
camping with my brothers and...

"Ann, about yesterday, I uh..." Miss Haven was already talking
quietly and I had to move closer to hear her voice. "...We
shouldn't have done that, it was wrong of me..." I was standing by
her desk and she was looking up at me, but her eyes seemed to look
everywhere but into mine. "...It was all my fault..."

"It's okay." I rubbed the back of my neck, not sure what I was
supposed to say. It felt like our roles were reversed again somehow,
like she was a kid in trouble and I was the adult or something.

"No," Miss Haven shook her head, "no it's not...I have a
responsibility to protect you and..." She seemed to be talking more
to herself than to me. "...I just...sometimes I..." Then she was
looking into my eyes.

I moved a little closer, so that I was practically right beside the
woman. Miss Haven was still at her desk, slightly turned and I could
see her starched white skirt had ridden up her thighs, exposing the
tops of her white stockings. She didn't wear pantyhose, I realized
with a bit of a shock, she had real garters with little button clips
like I'd seen in magazines. The tops were fancy lace and very pretty
stretched around her smooth thighs. I had the sudden urge to know what
it felt like and I hesitantly leaned over slightly, brushing my
fingertips across her skin and the delicate pattern of her stocking.

"...No, please..." Nurse Haven whispered, but she was pushing her
chair slowly back, giving herself more room to spread her legs until I
could see the matching lace of her white panties. "...I've never
done this before..." She was breathing heavily, her large breasts
rising and falling under her white blouse.

"Don't you want to?" I asked softly. I felt like I was possessed
or something, honestly. My hand was moving back and forth along the
inside of Miss Haven's right thigh, it slipped over her stocking and
up, over her warm bare skin so that my fingers caressed her sex, barely
visible through the intricate lacework.

"No..." Nurse Haven gasped, "...you're just a child...this is
so wrong..." But that was exactly what she was enjoying. She must
have dreamed about being seduced by one of the boys or girls she saw
around her everyday. I didn't know if she was a lesbian, or what,
maybe she was like Sandy and liked me because I looked like a boy. Or
maybe it didn't really matter to her at all, girl or boy, she just
had a need to be with one of her students. And not just that; I think
she needed to be coerced somehow, to be forced to do these things
against her better judgement. She couldn't risk everything in her
life on her own, she needed help. I'd be lying if I said I understood
all of that right then; the fact was that I was just a 14 year old
trying to figure out her own problems, Miss Haven was a complete
mystery at that time. So I just did what seemed natural, like any 14
year old boy would in that sort of unnatural situation...I went for the
sex.

"Do you want me to stop?" I teased her, pressing my hand to her
pussy and digging my fingers into the soft cotton panel that barely
covered her slit. I could feel the heat radiating from her sex and Miss
Haven hunched her hips slightly, searching for more. She placed her
hands on mine. Both of them covering my smaller one, and she just kept
my there as she rubbed herself against my hand.

"Yes...oh god..." She breathed, "...we have to stop...oh, my
god...please..." But that was the last thing she wanted and we both
knew it.

Nurse Haven watched my face, her bright red lips open and the soft pink
of her tongue barely visible as it moved between them. Her eyes were
bright and blue and shining with excitement, staring into mine and the
whole effect was making me almost unbearably hot, even though I was
doing little more than standing there watching her. My boobs ached and
the t-shirt I wore felt scratchy, making my nipples itch. My sex felt
greasy and I knew I was getting moist; my clit too was a dull throbbing
sensation that would soon demand more and more attention until I was
mad with it. That was the anticipation I felt, building up as Miss
Haven masturbated with my hand.

"I'm sorry...sorry...oh no....god...don't make me cum..." She
was rocking in her chair, making it squeak on old springs and slide
back and forth across the floor. I was momentarily afraid she was going
to tip over backwards, but she didn't.

I was digging my fingers against her pussy, splitting her tender lips
through the thin material that separated us. I could feel her wetness
staining the panel of her panties, it was incredible how wet she was,
like she was peeing or something. I could even see it, leaking between
the soft hollows of her thighs, running down her skin to collect
beneath her squirming ass. I palmed her clit harder as Miss Haven's
hands urged me on. I could feel the swell of her mound and at the top
of her crease the hard little knob of her clitoris, swollen with
desire.

She was cumming hard, and the sound of her pleasure filled the little
room. We were gonna get caught, I was sure of it, she was moaning and
gasping for air, the chair sounding like it would collapse from the
strain any moment. But she was mindless to it and I could do nothing
but rub the woman's pussy relentlessly, driving her to even greater
heights. My own breathing was ragged and my lungs felt heavy. My heart
was pounding in my head and blood rushed through my veins full of
adrenaline. I used my free hand to massage my tits, grabbing my left
breast through my t-shirt and squeezing it hard. I might have cum with
her if I'd rubbed my pussy too, but I didn't need it. This was
enough, like somehow Miss Haven and I were sharing hers.

The bell was ringing, my study hall was over and Nurse Haven was just
then coming down from her orgasms. Her eyes were lidded and her tongue
moved over her lips slowly as she released my hand at last. My wrist
was sore, my hand stiff from the position it had been in for the better
part of 15 or 20 minutes. I was wet too, my palm and fingers glistening
with Miss Haven's juices. I lifted it to my face and I could smell
her, strong and distinctive, the way Sandy had smelled, but different
too.

"I gotta go..." I breathed, looking at Nurse Haven and wondering if
she was going to be okay. "I have class and..."

"I know." Nurse Haven nodded, moving slowly, trying to organize
herself, but she looked like she'd just fallen out of a tree or
something. Her face was red and her blonde hair had come unpinned on
one side, so that long strands of it fell tangled around her face and
neck. Her thighs were wet and especially her panties, which looked like
she'd had an accident and wet herself.

Luckily for her she had her own little bathroom in the Nurse's
Office, a little bed too, so maybe she could take a little nap or
something, I thought. I just hoped that when I opened the door to the
hallway I wouldn't find an audience or something standing there. I
knew everything had probably seemed louder than it really was, but
still...Nurse Haven had been pretty loud.

I opened the door slowly and was relieved to see my fears were
unfounded. I locked it behind me and closed it, slipping into the flow
of kids going to their classes. I needed a bathroom myself though, to
wash my hand for one thing, which I was pretty self-conscious of right
then, and to wipe my pussy as well. It was wet down there, although
nowhere near as bad as Nurse Haven's had been. Thank goodness for
that!

The girls' bathroom was someplace I usually avoided when I didn't
need to be in there. Some girls were in there all the time, which I
didn't really understand. It was just a bathroom. Three of those
girls were in there when I walked in: Theresa Lyons, Wendy Eversman,
and Angie Wong. They were all eighth graders, same as me, and I had to
push between them to get to the sinks.

"What happened to you?" Angie asked, wrinkling her nose a little.
She didn't have much nose anyway though. She was the only Asian girl
in our school, small all around with long straight black hair and a
cute oval face.

"Oh my god!" Wendy looked at me like she was shocked. She was the
Mayor's daughter and acted like her dad owned the town or something.
She was 15 already and that made her even worse, being just a little
older than everyone else. She grabbed my wrist and giggled, pulling my
hand up a little before I could yank it away. "You've been
fingering out a math problem, huh?

I thought I'd just slap her, but that would have made it worse.
"Look out." I said, finally getting to the sink and washing my
hands. My face was red in the mirror so I just looked down.

"Fingering out someone else's math problem I bet." Angie was
laughing too.

"That's sick!" Theresa grinned. She was usually sort of nice to
me, since she had a huge crush on Greg. She liked to follow him around
when she could, like during the summer when we had Silver Dollar Days,
which was the town's annual celebration. But she had big huge braces
and her dad was a dentist, which meant she'd probably have braces for
the rest of her life.

"You would know." I told her and slapped the big button on the hand
dryer, rubbing my hands together under the warm air.

"No I wouldn't!" She crossed her arms and stared at me, like she
was waiting for me to say something else, but it was pointless.
They'd already be talking about me all day, all weekend probably. Not
only had I beaten up the biggest boy in school, but the next day I'd
fingered someone too...That would be the best part for them, trying to
figure out who my girlfriend was.

I gave up on wiping my pussy, it didn't matter anyway. All my
previous excitement with Nurse Haven was forgotten; I was back in
reality, dealing with the real world, which had people like those three
in it. The only good thing was that they were always talking about me,
although usually not right to my face like that, so most of the other
kids wouldn't listen anyway. Besides, I was enjoying a little surge
in popularity since I'd knocked Brian down, at least with the boys.
He had his friends, but not many, and most of the other guys had
thought it was pretty cool, especially the seventh graders who were
always taking crap from him. So a lot of guys said hi to me in the
hallways, which was nice for a change.

"Hi, uh Ann." Some kid was walking next to me. I recognized him,
but I didn't really know his name or anything. He was cute, sort of
tall and wiry, with short wavy brown hair and round wire rimmed
glasses.

"Hi." I didn't really pay much attention, just a glance.

"I'm ah, Steve." He was smiling.

"Really? I have a brother named Steve." I was walking a little fast
cause the bell was going to ring any minute, but he was keeping up with
me.

"Do you wanna go out with me sometime?" He asked, just like that,
out of the blue in front of about 20 other kids.

That made me stop and really look at him. He was very cute, I thought,
and he had a little black mole just at the right corner of his lips. A
beauty mark that would have looked better on a girl, but it was nice on
him too. He was a little red faced, but not really embarrassed or
anything; and he had a nice smile, a little shy, but sort of cocky too.

Nobody had ever asked me out. I mean Matt and the other guys didn't
really count, so forget about them. This was the first time a guy I
didn't hardly even know had asked me on a date. And it wasn't like
he was doing it privately, like a normal guy would have done,
considering I was standing there looking like a guy too. This was in
front of everybody, or close enough to it, and that meant a lot to me,
or more than I'd ever admit anyway.

I dunno, I guess if you've never been in my situation it wouldn't
seem like such a big deal and maybe it really wasn't, since I tend to
overreact a little. But right then it sure felt like a big deal.

"Sure." I smiled and then the bell was ringing. I started walking
again, real fast, and he said something, but I wasn't sure what, and
was going back the way we'd come, almost running.

He was probably 13 I thought, or 14 maybe, but I doubted it. Steve was
in the seventh grade, I knew that much, but he was new to the school.
His family must have moved here during the summer and I tried to think
of who had moved to Squinosha over the previous few months. I was
daydreaming, but that was normal anyway. School was mostly pretty easy
anyhow and my fourth period was history, which was a cakewalk once you
knew the names, dates, and places where all the boring had stuff
happened.

Steve...that was a cool name, except he didn't look like a Steve to
me, not after living with my oldest brother for 14 years. I wondered
why he wanted to go out with me. I was a tomboy, obviously, and that
was being generous. Some people thought I was a lesbian, some people
just thought I was a guy, and most folks didn't know what to think. I
wondered what Steve thought I was; not a lesbian, I guessed. Maybe he
just thought I was a really cool girl; there were a lot of boys who
felt that way about me, but they were all older, like Josh and The Boz
and the guys in shop class.

"It's a mystery, Shaggy." I muttered to myself.

That was the cool thing I was learning about life though, that it just
kept on going. I guess 14 was the year I really began to understand
that. You ended up in a certain place, at a certain time, doing
something specific...and yet, if you hadn't made a bad decision that
one time, or hadn't made a good decision that other time, you'd be
doing something completely different. Your life would be something else
entirely. It was almost mind boggling to a teenage motorhead like me;
and of course, while it was happening, you weren't even aware that it
was happening.

I was getting lunch and there was room where Matt and Lance and John
were sitting, but I figured it was too soon to sit with them. We
hadn't talked in our classes together, just sort of looked and maybe
sorta smiled at each other once or twice. The guys needed time. So, I
looked for someplace else to sit. I couldn't sit with the girls, of
course, in fact it never even occurred to me. The lunchroom was pretty
much segregated by sex, but only because the kids wanted it that way.
There were a few tables with girls and boys together, but mostly the
girls sat on one side, glancing at the boys and giggling; and the boys
sat on the other, staring at the girls and laughing. It was the natural
order of things.

"You want to sit with me?" It was Steve, once again at my elbow,
carrying his tray of fish sticks and mixed vegetables.

"Uh, sure." I didn't mind, besides I wanted to figure out what
was going on with him. We picked a table that was just being cleaned by
Meredith, who was one of the kitchen ladies. She sort of growled at us,
but she did that to everyone. I think it meant hello or something.

I put a lot of mustard on my fish sticks because I didn't really like
them, but I was hungry too. Friday was always fish day, cause of the
Catholics my Daddy had told me once, but I didn't see what religion
would have to do with having fish sticks for lunch every Friday. I
figured somebody had just saved them for the last day of the week
because they weren't very good.

"When do you want to go out?" Steve finally asked me, after a few
minutes of sort of awkward silence.

"I dunno." I shrugged, spreading yellow mustard around my fish
sticks with my fork. "When do you want to?"

"Uh..." He was nervous and it made me smile. "...tonight?"

"Can't, I'm going camping with my brothers." I took a little
bite and all I tasted was mustard.

"Um, okay. Tomorrow night?" He wasn't really eating, just looking
at me.

"Mmmm..." I shook my head. "I'm gonna go to Beaverton on
Saturday."

"Oh." Steve must have figured I hadn't been serious when I'd
said yes.

"How about Sunday?" I offered. "I'm not doing anything all
day."

"We're going to Spokane on Sunday." He looked sort of sad. "My
mom wants to go to Price Club."

I didn't even know what a Price Club was. "Where are you from?"

"Seattle." He finally ate a little bit of his fish stick. "Where
are you from?"

"Me?" I laughed. "Right here."

"That's cool." He smiled at me. "You're lucky. We move a lot
and it sucks, this is like my third school in two years."

"That would suck. How come you keep moving?" I asked, wondering if
he was going to move again anytime soon.

"I don't know." He shrugged. "My mom and dad say we're going
to move and then we do, it ain't like they tell me anything."

"That's kinda weird." I decided.

"Yep." Steve took another bite and nodded.

"So, uh, Steve..." I just had to ask. "How come you want to go
out with me?"

He looked surprised. "Why wouldn't I?" Steve made it sound like
I'd asked the dumbest question in the world.

"I don't know." I sort of blinked and stabbed a fish stick,
feeling sort of dumb suddenly.

"I had a girlfriend before." Steve said, maybe trying to explain,
or maybe just to impress me, I wasn't sure.

"Really?" I looked at him closely. "How old are you?"

"I'm 13 and a half." He sounded a little defensive, so I didn't
grin like I wanted to.

"And you had a girlfriend?"

"Yeah. She was 16 and sorta like you."

"Like me?" I wasn't sure what that meant. "What do you mean?"

"She was cool, you know...she didn't really act like a girl."
Steve wasn't embarrassed; he was just telling me the truth.

"Did she look like me?" I asked him, feeling very interested now.
"I mean..."

"Yeah, kind of. She didn't wear dresses or makeup or anything. She
was like a guy, except..." He grinned and turned a little red.
"...you know."

"Is there a lot of girls like that in Seattle?" I wondered.

"I don't know." Steve shrugged. "I don't think so, but I
didn't care either."

"One was enough?" I gave him a sly little grin.

"Yeah." He laughed and looked down like he was a little shy. He was
seriously cute when he did that.

We didn't say anything for a minute or two, just sat there eating
slowly. I was really curious about this other girl, feeling sort of
relieved maybe that I wasn't totally alone in the universe. Somewhere
out there in Seattle I had a sister, of sorts, and that made me feel
better.

"So when you went out with this girl..."

"Her name was Monica." Steve said.

"...did anyone give you a hard time about it or anything like
that?" I asked him slowly, not really wanting to make him feel bad or
something.

"Uh, a little." He admitted. "Some guys called me a fag and stuff
like that, because she looked like a boy."

"That didn't bother you?"

"Well yeah, of course it did, but they knew she was a girl so it
didn't matter. They were just being stupid is all."

"Lots of stupid people around here too." I warned him.

"I don't care." Steve smiled. "I heard you just like girls
though, and then after you beat up that guy yesterday I figured I'd
ask, cause maybe you wouldn't want to get in a fight two days in a
row."

"You thought I'd hit you for asking me out?" I giggled.

"Uh, maybe." He blushed. "Somebody said that was why you hit that
guy yesterday, but somebody else said it was cause he kissed your
girlfriend."

I was blushing too, but only because I hadn't heard those rumors yet.

"What about your folks?" I asked, getting back to Steve's old
girlfriend. "Did they like uh, Monica?"

"Oh yeah, they liked her fine." He was smiling again. "My parents
are okay, they just want to move too much."

Our lunch was about over by then and we were getting our stuff
together. "Hey um, can I have your phone number?" Steve asked me
and I nodded.

"Give me your math book." He had his seventh grade algebra book
handy and I opened the front cover, writing my name and phone number on
the inside of it.

"Hey, you're gonna get me in trouble!" He laughed.

"I hope so!" I grinned and felt a little funny inside. "This
Monica..." I licked my lips. "...did you and her ever, um...you
know..." I didn't know why I was being so coy all of a sudden.

"What? Kiss?" His eyes got a little bigger and I nodded.
"Sometimes." He admitted with a little grin. "Sometimes we did
other stuff too." I stared at him open mouthed and he laughed.

"You did not!" I was laughing too.

"You don't know." He was teasing me and I had a hard time
believing this guy was just 13 and a half. Maybe moving a lot meant you
had to grow up faster or something.

"You're gonna have to prove it then." I was getting up slowly and
so was Steve.

"Maybe I will." We were walking together and I noticed he was just
a little taller than I was.

"Uh-huh..." I rolled my eyes and bumped him a little, leaning my
shoulder into his, "...you just be careful, cause you know I'm
tough."

"So?" He sort of bumped me back. "You don't think I like that
about you?"

"I don't know." I giggled.

"You wanna wrestle?" He chuckled at the look on my face.

We were totally oblivious to everyone around us, which was pretty much
everyone who went to school there. When the bell finally rang we'd
bumped and teased our way halfway up the stairs and I had to turn
around to go downstairs for my next class.

"See ya later, Steve." I gave him one last nudge.

"Bye. I'll call you tonight!" He watched me as we walked slowly
apart.

"I won't be home!" I laughed.

It was a bright warm day, and we were having a real Indian summer, and
I enjoyed the bike ride home. It seemed a little strange to be going
home so early since I was used to football practice, but it was nice
taking a break from it too. Mark and David were already there, since
they drove home from the high school. We were going to take the big
Expedition, which was Daddy's monster SUV, but he'd agreed to let
Mark borrow it since we had tents and sleeping bags and stuff... Except
I didn't see any tents. Or sleeping bags.

"Where's the tents?" I asked as I peddled up.

"Hey! There she is." David smiled and shoved a box full of food
into the back of the truck.

"Don't worry about it." Mark told me with a wink. "We got the
tent situation handled."

"Damn right!" David laughed and gave Mark a high five. "Go get
your stuff together, we're gonna pick up the girls before five."

"Okay." I was a little confused, but I guessed my brothers knew
what they were doing. I put my bike in the shed and went up to my room
to pack. It was only for the one night though, so I didn't have to
bring too much. A change of underwear, a couple t-shirts, an old
flannel shirt that was soft and warm, some extra socks, and my strapon,
which had been hiding under my mattress for a few days.

I decided to get a hot shower real quick and changed clothes, deciding
to wear my fake cock in my jeans, just cause I'd sort of missed it a
little. I had the straps snug around my hips and pushed the long and
hard, but somewhat flexible dildo down against my thigh under my boxers
and pulled my jeans up to keep it there. It just wanted to stand
straight out if I let it, but I guess that's what it was designed for
anyway.

With all that taken care of, I was good to go and Mark and David were
standing around the truck waiting for me. "Let's go, we're
burnin' daylight!" David was laughing and Mark was honking the
horn, reaching in through the driver's window.

"You guys be careful, huh." Daddy came out of the garage wiping his
hands on a rag. "And no smoking in my truck, David."

"Yeah Pops." David rocked his head. "I know."

"Bye Daddy." I gave him a little kiss on the cheek, but I didn't
get too close since he was a little dirty, plus I was carrying nine
inches of cock in my pants. I didn't figure he'd notice, even if I
hugged him, but why take the chance?

"Be good and listen to your brothers." He smiled at me. "Keep
'em out of trouble."

I grinned. "I'll try, Daddy. Shotgun!" I yelled and ran for the
front seat before David could get there.

"Hey! I already called it!" David protested, but...

"Possession is nine tenths of the law, bro!" Mark grinned at me as
he got in the driver's seat.

"Yeah, yeah..." David pulled his door closed, sitting in the middle
of the big back seat. As soon as we were out of sight of the house he
was lighting a cigarette and I just rolled my eyes.

I pretty much understood that the whole reason for this so-called
camping trip was to give Jane the opportunity to get me alone. Maybe
Sherry wanted to have sex with me too, although I didn't really know
for sure what she was up to. Jane had made her interest pretty clear
though, and I guess I was interested in her too, since I was happily
riding along with my brothers to pick Jane and her sister up. The whole
thing seemed a little surreal, especially since Mark and David had been
so protective of me when they'd found out I'd had sex with Steve,
Greg, and Henry. Not to mention Scott, who had taken me to a highway
rest area so I could give head to total strangers.

It turned out that the reason we had to pick up Jane and Sherry before
five was that their parents didn't know about the camping trip.
Sherry was 18 and a senior, while Jane was barely 17 and a junior, and
they had told their parents they were going to a friend's house for a
slumber party. Everything would be cool so long as we were there and
gone before Mr. and Mrs. Hudson came home.

They were packed and waiting and it didn't take but 5 minutes before
everyone was loaded into the Expedition. I'd just sat in the front
passenger seat the whole time, sort of ignoring all the excitement,
while Mark and David put the backpacks in the truck. Sherry got in the
backseat and Jane opened my door, smiling at me.

"Sit in the back with us." She jerked her head slightly and pulled
a strand of long blonde hair out of her eyes. "We'll let the boys
sit in front for awhile."

"Uh, okay." I shrugged. I felt pretty nervous, truth be told, and I
mostly tried to avoid Jane's soft blue eyes. All I could think about
were the things she'd said to me over the phone and I found myself
blushing a little as I sat between the two sisters in the roomy back
seat. That was the good thing about Daddy's truck, you could have a
wedding in the back seat and still have room for the band.

"Everybody in?" Mark looked back at us and smiled. "Keep your
arms and legs inside the vehicle at all times..."

"Asses too!" David chuckled.

"...and this is a non-stop flight, so I hope you kids used the
bathroom." Mark put it in gear while we mostly groaned at their bad
jokes.
"Are we there yet?" Sherry asked in a bored voice.

Sherry sat to my left and I smiled at her a little nervously. She
intimidated me for some reason. Maybe it was because she was seemed so
confident all the time. Jane had always appeared shy and demure,
sitting quietly with one or both of my brothers, usually nestled close
to them as if she didn't want to stand out. Sherry was just the
opposite though, and she always seemed to be drawing attention to
herself, intentionally standing out from those around her.

She was pretty enough, they both were, but in very different ways as
well. Sherry was tall, like 5'10" or something, and her body was
more of an athletic sort, with large firm breasts and a narrow waist
that accented her well-rounded hips nicely. Her legs were long and
toned; Sherry was one of the head cheerleaders and she was the perfect
cheerleader type. Her face was oval, and her eyes brown, or maybe hazel
when the light was different. Her long chestnut hair was tied back into
a ponytail along her spine. She had perfectly even teeth and a
wonderful smile that seemed genuine, until you realized she could use
it any time she liked.

Jane was smaller, lithe and almost fragile, I thought, and I'd been
surprised by how different she'd seemed the one time we'd been
alone together in the library. She had straight blonde hair, falling
loose just past her shoulders. Her body was pleasantly thin, with nice
pert breasts that might have seemed small on another girl, but looked
perfect on her. Jane's waist must have been smaller than mine by two
inches, even though she was perhaps 5'6" and easily a few inches
taller than me. She was wearing a bustier top that showed off her taut
stomach, flat and smooth and hinting at the muscles underneath. I
enjoyed looking at her tummy quite a lot as we drove along. But it was
Jane's heart shaped face that would draw a person's immediate
attention. She was truly beautiful, with a vulnerable smile and soft
blue eyes that seemed innocent as a new born baby's. Jane had a tiny
cleft in her chin, so small it could almost go unnoticed.

Sherry leaned back, shifting a little closer to me and bracing her
knees against the back of Mark's seat. She was wearing a thin red
tank top and it was plain that she'd left her bra at home, but it
didn't look like she needed one anyway. Sherry's breasts were a
good c cup and they pressed out and up defiantly. I wondered what it
would be like to have real breasts like hers, but I was glad Coach was
helping me work mine off too. She also wore a pair of tight
pre-stressed jeans, which meant she'd paid extra so they'd look
used. She could have just gone to a garage sale or something; people
had those all the time in Squinosha.

"I heard you were a bad girl in school today." Sherry sighed,
getting comfortable.

"What?" I tore my eyes from Jane's stomach, swallowing hard and
looking at Sherry. "Uh, what did I do?" I asked, smiling nervously.

"Who was a bad girl?" David was half turned in his seat, looking at
us.

"Ann was." Sherry laughed and her hand was on my left leg, her
middle finger tracing circles on my knee lightly.

I glanced at Jane and she'd slid back, away from slightly, to lean
against the door. She was wearing cutoff shorts that were loose and
frayed, and had perched her left foot on the seat, leg up and knee
bent, so that her bare toes touched my hip. Her other foot was on the
floor, spreading her legs slightly and giving me a view to the soft
white hollows of her thighs. I could see a little pink where the edges
of her panties were exposed. Jane didn't seem to notice though, she
was smiling gently and content to watch her sister tease me.

"No I wasn't!" I protested, looking back at Sherry.

"Not what I heard." She shrugged and giggled. "I heard you have a
girlfriend at school."

"Really?" Jane asked softly.

"A girlfriend? Annie?" Mark shook his head and laughed.

"What happened to Josh's cousin?" David asked me.

"I don't have a girlfriend at school." I sighed, feeling my face
turning red and I just made a face at David.

"Wendy Eversman says you do." Sherry's finger was going round and
round and I looked down at it. "She called me up while we were
waiting for you guys, wanted to know who it was."

"She's an idiot." I crossed my arms over my chest defensively.

"What did she say?" Mark asked Sherry.

"That Ann was walking around school looking like she'd just been
severely fucked..." Sherry grinned as she stressed the word,
"...and her fingers had pussy juice all over them!"

"Something fishy going on!" David laughed.

"It wasn't like that." I protested weakly. "I wasn't walking
around the school..."

"Come on," Sherry said softly, her fingers going up and down my leg
slowly. "You can tell us."

"...I spilled something and..."

"Yeah right!" Mark and David were looking at each other and shaking
their heads.

"...I was just washing my hands, that's all." I looked at Sherry
and then at Jane, but she wasn't saying anything, she just wriggled
her toes a little.

"I bet it was that Carol Hahn." Sherry seemed a little closer and I
could feel her right boob against my shoulder. "She's got the best
ass in that whole school."

"How do you know?" Mark grinned and adjusted his rearview mirror so
he could see us better without having to try and turn around.

"I've seen her." Sherry replied matter of factly. "Have you
seen her, Jane?"

"Yeah." Jane answered softly.

"Wouldn't you just love to eat that ass with ice cream?" Sherry
licked her lips, staring at me. I couldn't believe the way Sherry
talked; and she was running for class president!

"Uh-huh." Jane breathed and I took a peek at her, but she was just
sitting there like before, calm and quiet as a kitten.

"Do you know who she's talking about?" David asked Mark.

"Nope." Mark shrugged.

"Jane loves eating ass." Sherry whispered like she was confiding in
me, but it was loud enough so everyone could hear.

"It isn't Carol Hahn." I said, sort of forgetting that it
wasn't supposed to be anybody. I was burning up with embarrassment,
distracted by Sherry's words and her hand on my leg.

"But it is somebody, huh!" Sherry laughed happily.

"The truth comes out at last." David chuckled.

Sherry gave little gasp of surprise. "What's this now?" Her
fingers had found the dildo pressed against the inside of my thigh and
I squeezed my legs together, but that only trapped her hand between
them. "I know what that is..."

"What?" Mark asked, and turned to David. "What is it?"

"I dunno." David stared at me and I felt completely humiliated, I
was almost ready to tell them to stop the truck and turn around.

"Leave me alone." I muttered, grabbing Sherry's wrist and pulling
her hand away.

"Touchy." Sherry shrugged. "I guess that's for you, Jane."

"It's not for anybody." I told her, looking in her eyes for a
second, but then I looked down, embarrassed and wondering why I'd
brought it.

"What is it?" Mark repeated with slight frustration.

"A present for Jane." Sherry said and then giggled. "You
wouldn't be interested."

I wasn't having very much fun and I wondered if Sherry was like this
with Jane, I mean when there was no one else to pick on. I thought she
probably was, since Jane wasn't saying anything at all, and was
plainly used to her sister's crude comments. I don't know what
I'd been expecting, but not this. If Sherry thought I was enjoying
it, she was wrong, but I doubted that she even cared very much. I got
the feeling that I was just some kind of new toy she could play with
for awhile. And my brothers were the worst, I'd have thought that
they'd tell Sherry to lighten up or something, but they just sat
there laughing, enjoying the show.

It made me a little mad. "Is this just for my benefit?" I asked
Sherry, "Or is this the way you guys act all the time?" I sort of
hoped she'd take it like a slap to the face.

"It's all for you." Sherry smiled sweetly and her hand was back
on my leg. I brushed it off, but it crept slowly back like she hadn't
noticed. "Don't be mad, we're just having fun." She spoke
gently and I ignored her hand as it found my thigh again.

"I don't like it." I told her. "I don't like you."

"Awww...Ann, come on..." David was saying.

"We didn't mean anything, sis." Mark said. "We're sorry,
right Sherry?"

"I'm sorry." Sherry gave my leg a little squeeze.
"Here...look..."

I'd been looking down at my lap and I slowly turned my head to look
at Sherry. "What?" I asked.

"I'm really sorry." She sounded sincere, and looked sincere, but
I didn't believe her. She was close to me and before I knew what was
happening, Sherry kissed me on the lips. Just a little one and I
blinked at her. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" She kissed me
again, this time longer and I didn't resist.

"Yeah!" Greg was saying. "Kiss and makeup, it's a long
drive."

"Not that long!" Mark chuckled.

I didn't know what I was doing. I should have pushed Sherry away, but
I didn't. I wanted to like her, maybe that was the thing; she
frightened me, intimidated me, and for some reason I didn't
understand attracted me. But I didn't want to admit it, even as she
kissed me and I found myself yielding to a welcome warmth that spread
through me. I felt her right arm moving to my shoulder and her soft
hand on my neck, in my short hair, holding me to her mouth. Her tongue
was light and soft, seeming to float across my teeth and gums to caress
my own.

"Wow!" Mark's voice filled my ears. "That's what I call
making up!"

"Keep your eyes on the road, man." Greg told him.

My eyes were closed and I felt my anger turning to something else. My
heart beat faster and my breath was hot as it mixed with Sherry's.
Her hand was between my legs and I spread my thighs for her, giving her
what she wanted. I felt Sherry moving, reaching across me with her left
arm, and the weight of her breasts pressed against my body. A moment
later I became aware of Jane. Now leaning forward, her face close to
ours, and Sherry pulled away from me, allowing Jane's mouth to
replace hers.

"Is it just me, or is it hot watching two girls make out?" Mark
asked David seriously.

"It's hot man." David replied.

Jane kissed me slowly and much more deeply it seemed than Sherry had.
Her tongue filled my mouth, working deliberately back and forth while
her jaw moved ever so slightly. I felt as though Jane were devouring me
somehow, or joining with me much more completely than anyone else had
ever done. Her kissing was incredible and it sent shivers through my
body. I had my arm around her, and my other had somehow slipped
unnoticed around Sherry. Jane too had encircled me in a loose hug, even
as her sister's hand remained on my head, teasing my tingling scalp
while Jane and I kissed.

When I finally broke away, gasping for air, I could only stare as the
two sisters kissed right in front of me. Their lips locked tightly
together and I could see the little movements of muscles and tendons as
they worked their tongues eagerly, slipping back and forth. When they
pulled back slightly, so that their tongues could play in the humid air
between them, Sherry pulled me close so that I too could share that
intimacy. All three of us kissed, our lips occasionally touching, but
our tongues in constant sensual contact, slipping and sliding across
and around and between the other two. It made me hot and incredibly
excited, so that I clutched the two girls close to me.

"Holy shit." David was saying softly, staring at us from the front
seat.

"Ever feel like a fifth wheel, bro?" Mark asked.

"You better drive faster." David sounded deathly serious and then
they both laughed, giving each other high fives and grinning. I was
only vaguely aware of them though, kissing Jane and Sherry had quickly
become my whole world.

"Come here..." Sherry was breathing hard and her body flushed and
warm, as all of us were. She leaned back against her door, much as Jane
had been earlier, and pulled me towards her with her hands on my
shoulders. "...pull my top down...yeah...like that..."

I stretched the soft elastic material of Sherry's tank top so that
the oversized neck was pulled down beneath her firm breasts, so they
appeared even fuller and perched on shelf. Her nipples were dark and
swollen, and the tips hard and rubbery as I caressed them. Jane was
behind me as I half lay, half knelt over Sherry's prone form.
Jane's hands were sliding up my back, under my shirt, to my
shoulders, and then down slowly, cupping my aching tits as they hung
beneath my body. She pressed and pulled them, massaging my breasts as
if they were teats on a cow, but much smaller so that my tits seemed
perfectly suited to her hands.

Sherry urged my mouth to her breasts, gasping as I took her left nipple
in my mouth, sucking at it eagerly. I pinched it with my lips and then
bathed it with my tongue, and all the while my hands were squeezing her
tits, exploring the size and shape and tender weight of them. And
behind me Jane was kissing the small of my back, just above the
waistline of my jeans. Her hands continued to play with my boobs,
working my sensitive flesh with her fingers and palms until I thought
they should explode. Jane's tongue traveled across my bare skin, and
her lips kissed me slowly, across my back and waist, and then she would
use her teeth, raking my flesh lightly and giving me soft tiny bites
that made me gasp.

"See? I told you this was a good idea! Didn't I tell you this was a
good idea? But you were like, noooo..." David was going on about
something and Mark was just shaking his head and giggling. It was
impossible for me to think about what my brothers were doing though; my
whole world was in the back seat of that Expedition.

I went back to Sherry's mouth, kissing her passionately as she held
me with one hand on my neck and the other in my hair. My hands
continued to massage her tits and I pinched her nipples between my
thumbs and fingers, giving them a painful twist and pulling at them, as
if to punish her for being so cruel earlier. Sherry arched her back,
moaning into my mouth, but didn't try to stop me from this rough
treatment.

At the same time I felt Jane's hands move, sliding across my firm
flat stomach, her fingers playing across the muscular definition
working out was giving me. My body tensed in response to her touch and
it was clear that she enjoyed the way my body felt. Jane lingered there
for several minutes before slipping her hand lower to work at the
buttons and zipper of my jeans, sliding them over my hips slowly and
following them with my loose boxers, exploring my newly exposed flesh
with her mouth, kissing and nipping playfully at my skin.

"I'm gonna take my dick out." David announced to no one in
particular.

If Jane thought anything of my strapon, she didn't express it aloud,
or at least not so that I could hear. It hung between my bare thighs,
the tip brushing across Sherry's leg as I straddled her, kissing the
girl almost desperately. Jane's mouth was moving across my ass, her
hands massaging my hips and buttocks, exploring me as her lips and
tongue did the same. I gasped when her tongue slipped between the
cheeks of my ass and her fingers pulled the thin strap clear of my rosy
anus. Jane licked my asshole slowly, running the tip around it small
circles while her hands held my ass open to her lust filled intentions.

"Why don't you take mine out too, man?" Mark suggested.

"Fag." David laughed.

"I ain't the fag if you do it, fag." Mark replied, not
unreasonably I thought, but I was pretty distracted too.

I tore my mouth from Sherry's gasping loudly as Jane worked her
tongue against my asshole, trying to worm it inside, and the wet warm
feeling was incredible. The sound of Jane's mouth, her soft sucking
and moist kisses hung in the warm air, leaving little doubt in
anyone's mind what she was doing to me.

"I told you she loved ass." Sherry giggled and licked her lips,
which were puffy and red.

I arched my back as Jane pressed a finger to my anus, twisting it as
she slowly pushed it inside me.
"Uh-huh...uhhhh....huh...yes...yessss..." I was breathing, pushing
myself back against her as the girl licked around her gentle invasion
of my most private place.

"She does love ass." Mark was nodding.

"Well, she loves you right?" David chuckled. "Slug bug green no
backs!" He suddenly yelled and punched Mark in the shoulder hard.

"Ow!" Mark flexed his arm a little.

Sherry took the opportunity my distraction brought to reach between us
and undo her own jeans, working them down her thighs somewhat
awkwardly. "Lick me..." She sighed, pulling my mouth down to her
sex, still covered by her little white bikini panties. "...kiss me
there..."

I pressed back against Jane, all of us moving a little so I could bend
my face to Sherry's fragrant sex. She smelled rich and tangy and the
scent of her filled my senses. I kissed the swell of her mound, hooking
my fingers in her panties and pulling them down to expose her clean
shaven pussy. I could see the knot of flesh where her clit barely
peeked from its sheath and below that the folds of her labia, which
were swollen and puffy with excitement. Small droplets of moisture
clung to her flesh and I used my tongue to gather them, flicking it
across Sherry's pussy lightly, bringing her to rock her hips and pull
my head closer.

Jane worked another finger in my ass, two of them now, twisting and
turning and fucking in and out of me. She was breathing hard, her
breath cool on my heated flesh and I was moaning softly as I lapped at
Sherry's pussy, splitting her labes and tasting the intense flavor of
the wetness trapped inside. I rubbed my thumb over her clitoris gently,
coaxing it to harden and slip from it's hiding place. Sherry's body
fairly hummed with excitement, her sharp fingernails digging into my
scalp and shoulders. I sucked her pussy lips into my mouth, stretching
them and chewing them softly while I swallowed her pungent juices.

"I thought she loved you, dude." Mark was saying.

"No way, man, she loves you way more." David was shaking his head.

Jane was fingering my ass roughly, stabbing them stiffly inside me,
when I felt her other hand sliding beneath my strapon, seeking my pussy
and the first contact of her fingers with my slit made me jerk.

"No..." I rasped loudly, my voice rough as I caught my breath.
"Don't touch me there...please..."

"Okay." Jane replied quietly, her fingers buried in my ass, but now
barely moving. She withdrew her hand from my sex and kissed me at the
top of my ass. "Sorry." And if she was surprised, or hurt by my
refusal, that was her only sign of it.

I massaged Sherry's pussy with my hand, turning my head to look over
my shoulder at Jane. "It's okay...I just don't like it...being
touched there..." I said between breaths, licking my lips and tasting
Sherry. I smiled at Jane. "...but you can do anything else...I
promise..."

Jane giggled softly and nodded.

"No time for anything else." David interrupted. "We're getting
close."

"W-What..." Sherry had been holding my hand and fucking herself
against my fingers, and she was close to cumming I thought.
"Nah...not yet...please..." She was pulling at me again, desperate
to get my mouth back on her sex so she could cum finally.

I bent down, but slid up, ignoring her nails as they scratched my back,
and I kissed her hard on the lips. "Good for you!" I giggled and
kissed her again, deeper this time and Jane was reluctantly slipping
her fingers free of my butt.

We were all hot and sweaty and hungry for more, the guys in the front
especially. I could see that David had taken out his cock while he'd
watched us, stroking it slowly and maybe even cumming at some point, I
couldn't be sure. He had a fistful of napkins though and they were
soaked with precum at least. He was cleaning himself up while Sherry,
Jane and I fixed our clothes, stretching our bodies across each other
to pull up our pants and straighten our tops. It was sort of ridiculous
and we all giggled at ourselves.

"Do you think anybody saw us?" Sherry asked no one in particular.

"I did!" David chuckled.

"God, I hope not!" I felt a surge of humiliation, but I thought it
probably would have been pretty cool too.

"We're pretty high off the road." Mark answered, being practical
for a change. "You want to try again? Maybe I can find a semi or
something..."

"Yeah, pull up next to him..." David grinned

"Uhhhh..." I just laughed. "Next time."

Mark was pulling into a parking lot and it was around 6:30 or so and
just getting dark as the sun had finally disappeared behind the
mountains. We weren't really in the mountains proper, just sort of on
the edge of them, but it got steep quick and all around us were heavily
wooded hills and heavy outcroppings of rock. Before I-90 had opened,
roads like the one we'd been driving on had been the only way to
cross the state, but now the only people who used it were locals,
loggers, and the occasional tourist who actually wanted to see some of
the country as he traveled. That was how little places like Fouchet
Springs, which was the name of the place we were in stayed alive.

It was even smaller than Squinosha and I wondered if they had the
'Now Entering...' and 'Now Leaving...' signs on the same
signpost. There was a gas station, a tavern, and a motel. We were
pulling into the Hot Springs Motel.

"I thought we were going camping." I said, sitting very close to
Jane. I had my arm around her while she stroked my thigh slowly. Sherry
was brushing her hair and glancing at us now and then with a little
smile.

"This is better than camping!" David turned around with a grin.
"This is the Lumberjack Love Shack, baby!"

"You guys wait here, I'll get us the honeymoon suite." Mark
grabbed his wallet out of the glove compartment and got out of the
truck.

"The honeymoon suite?" I giggled. The motel looked to be about a
dozen little cabins nestled close together behind the office. I
couldn't imagine a less likely spot for anyone to go on their
honeymoon.

"Your still a virgin, aren't you?" Sherry asked me suddenly and I
blinked at her, not understanding her at first. "Your pussy." She
smiled. "You've never been fucked in your pussy before, right?"

"Uh, no." I shrugged.

"Why not?" Sherry looked at me and Jane just sighed softly,
slipping down a little so she could press her cheek against my left
breast. Her hand was on my stomach, pressing against the tightness
there, rubbing me just a little.

"I...I don't like it." I was kind of at a loss for words.
"I'm a guy."

"A guy?" Sherry giggled.

"Well, inside, you know." Or maybe she didn't; Sherry was a
hundred and ten percent girl, that was for sure. And maybe that was
another reason she intimidated me so much. "I just always thought of
myself as a boy, so um, I guess I don't really want to do that
stuff."

"Fucking is fun though." Sherry pressed close to me, speaking
softly. "Jane loves to fuck, don't you Jane?"

"Yes." Jane whispered, giving me a little squeeze.

"So do I!" David offered and Sherry just laughed at him.

"Yes what?" Sherry stared at her sister.

"I love to fuck." Her voice was quiet and it sounded so sexy when
she said that. I was really wondering what the deal was between them.

"I know it's fun." I told Sherry. "I just don't want to do it
like that."

"So how do you like to do it?" David asked me.

"Uh, in my ass." I blushed a little and I was glad it was getting
darker in the truck.

"Mmmm...you are a little boy, huh?" Sherry giggled, "Getting butt
fucked by your boyfriend in the back of his daddy's car?"

"My sister likes to get butt fucked too, don't you Jane?" Sherry
didn't wait for an answer. "She just loves it when your brothers
fuck her in the ass." Sherry put her lips on my ear, tickling me
briefly with her tongue. "Have your brothers ever butt fucked you,
Ann?"

I was pretty sure Mark and David had told the Hudson sisters
everything, so I wasn't going to do it either. "Um, no..." I bit
my bottom lip, finding myself getting excited all over again.

"I bet David would fuck you in the ass." Sherry was whispering.
Jane had slipped her hand under my shirt and was playing with my
stomach, tracing the muscles of my abdomen lightly. "Why don't you
ask him?"

"N-No..." I whispered back, feeling my heart beating in my temples.

"That would be so hot, watching you fuck your own brothers..."
Sherry kissed my neck gently. "...watching them push their big hard
cocks in your sweet little ass."

"What're you talking about?" David was asking.

"Ask him." Sherry said to me, loud enough so David could hear.

"No." I shook my head. "I can't."

"I'll spank you if you don't." Sherry giggled. "Won't I,
Jane?"

"Yes." Jane said, kissing my breast through my shirt. "She'll
spank you, Ann."

"Ask me what?" David was smiling, looking from me to Sherry to
Jane, but none of us would tell him. "What?"

"Hey. We're in lucky number seven." Mark had opened the door and
slipped inside, tossing a key attached to a big piece of plastic shaped
sort of like a pine tree onto the dash. "What did I miss?" He
looked around.

"Sherry was teasing me." David laughed.

"Again?" Mark laughed and started the truck. "I told you before
man, just bitch slap her!"

Sherry giggled like that was cute.

"Yeah right, dude." David shook his head. "You're so tough, you
do it."

"She's your girlfriend, bro."

"No she's not!"

"I'm afraid so, I broke up with her last week..."

"You lie! Besides..."

"Don't listen to them." Sherry smiled at me. "They're both my
boyfriends."

"Oh." I didn't understand what she meant. "Then uh, who's
your boyfriend?" I asked Jane, looking down at her.

She turned her blue eyes upward to look into mine and they seemed much
darker in the faltering light, almost black. "You are." Jane said
softly, like it was obvious to everyone.

"Me?" I glanced at Sherry and she was nodding, but we didn't get
a chance to talk about it anymore; we were parking in front of cabin
number seven and I was surprised to see a little rough cut sign on the
door that read 'Honeymoon Suite'.

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