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Sam - Part 9

by Samantha K
(FF, MF, tort, exhib, size, viol)
[comments welcome: SamanthaK(at)fastmail.fm]

The next morning, I changed my routine.  Instead of giving Bud
his wake-up fuck, I stripped out of my jammies and pulled on a
short terry robe before going downstairs to feed the dog.

It was a cool morning, and there was a light fog hanging over the
neighborhood.  After I had prepared Brute's food and water, I
slipped off the robe and stood barefoot and naked on the grass. 
I shivered slightly in the wet, chilly air and my flesh broke out
in goosebumps

I looked around the yard, but Brute was nowhere to be seen.  I
figured he was off hunting in the woods, keeping us safe from
squirrels and mice.  I ran down the slope to the edge of the
woods.  I was just about to pass beyond the tree-line when I
heard Brute crash out of his hiding place and come running toward
me.

In the dim light and mist, he looked like a creature out of
legend   a giant hound, bent on mayhem and destruction, with
fiery eyes and slavering jaws.  I thought if there were ever a
local production of Hound of the Baskervilles, Brute would be a
cinch to get the title role.

The fiery eyes and slavering jaws part of the description was
dead accurate, but it wasn't mayhem that Brute had on his mind
when he spotted my naked form on the verge of the woods, it was
play.  When he was only a few yards away, I took off into the
trees, weaving and dodging between the rough trunks.

The trees were mostly pine and the canopy of green needles was
high overhead.  The ground between the trees was covered with a
thick layer of soft brown pine straw and there was no undergrowth
to speak of.  As I raced through the woods like a nymph being
chased by a satyr, I felt wonderfully excited and free.  I
laughed happily as I leaped and ducked between the pines with
Brute bounding along behind me, trying to keep up.

Brute and I played forest spirits for longer than I had planned.
It was so primal, running through the woods with the cool morning
air making goosebumps on my skin and the fresh smell of the pines
in my nose.  I just wanted it to go on and on, to somehow lose my
human form and become a sprite or a fairy; to merge with nature
and no longer have to deal with the responsibilities and
obligations that were being heaped on me.

As much as I loved the fantasy of becoming a dryad and living in
the woods, I felt myself being pulled back to the real world and
the weight of it coming back on my shoulders.  I stopped running
and sat down to rest in a bed of soft pine needles, with Brute
sitting beside me, my faithful protector keeping guard against
some unknown danger while I recovered.

When I had my breath back, I braced myself on the dog, pulled
myself to my feet and started walking back toward the house. 
Brute walked right alongside with my arm around his neck.

After a couple of minutes, I became concerned as I realized that
I had no idea which way to go to get back to the house.  The
forest seemed endless in all directions and each direction looked
the same as another.  I was worried needlessly.  I had to hand
the finest expert on navigating these woods that could be found.
I pulled myself onto Brute's back and sat astride his broad
shoulders, holding onto his collar.

"Brute.  Home."  I said.  He took off at a quick walk, threading
expertly through the trees until we arrived in our own backyard
again in just a few minutes.

He took me all the way back to the family room doors, where I put
on my robe, hugged him goodbye and went inside to get ready for
school.  On my way, I passed the kitchen door and Bambi saw me.

"Good morning, Sam." She said.  I stopped and leaned against the
doorjamb.

"Good morning, Mom." I said with a smile that came very easily to
my face.  A little romp in the woods can do wonders for your
state of mind.

She beamed back, happy to have me acknowledge that part of our
relationship.  She walked over to give me a hug, but stopped and
reached up to pull a pine needle from my tousled hair.

"What on earth is this?  Have you been in the woods?" She asked.

"Yeah." I answered, grinning happily.  "Brute and I were
pretending to be fairies.  Well, I was a fairy, I don't know what
he was pretending to be."

"Heavens!  Are you all...nevermind.  Silly question." She
giggled.  "I'm sure the two of you had a wonderful time."  She
sounded vaguely disappointed.  "You better run get cleaned up,
now.  Breakfast is almost ready."

"OK," I said, and dashed upstairs to my room.  A rich fantasy
life is a wonderful thing.



***



My classes before lunch seemed to drag by.  Nothing blew up in
Physics and Dina and I competed as usual to see which of us could
ask the smartest question in Miss Connor's Algebra class.  After
a satisfying detour to the Girls' room, I arrived in my third
period class just as the bell rang.

As I put my bag away and got out my Social Studies textbook, I
noticed that Mr. Locke had moved his lectern from the side of his
desk to the front.  This put him almost directly in front of me.
I was very flattered at the attention and the risk he was taking
by accepting my offer to let him look at me as much as he liked.
I tried not to tease him too much, but whenever he came to the
end of a section and he looked around to see if there were any
questions, I leaned forward and dropped a shoulder to give him a
good view down my top.

When the bell rang, I grabbed my bag and was about to bolt when
Mr. Locke called me over to his desk.

"Miss Kramer, there is something I need to discuss with you.  I
don't want there to be any misunderstanding between us and I
think it is important that certain things be clear."

"Yes, Mr. Locke?"  I had been about to lean over the desk, but I
sensed he was uneasy about something and I did not want to
distract him.

"Miss Kramer...Sam.  I wanted you to know that your work in this
class lately has been exemplary.  Your test scores over the last
few weeks have climbed, even soared and your avid participation
in the class discussions have been refreshing and at times even
challenging for me.  I just wanted to make it clear that none of
your improved grades has anything to do with our, ah,
understanding with regard to your, ah, endowments.  Any grades
you receive in this class are marks that you have earned."

"Mr. Locke, I want to assure you that it had never crossed my
mind that I might influence you in any way at all other than
through academic achievement.  It was certainly never my intent
to attempt any such thing.  I know my grades have improved in
this class, and I think if you discuss it with my other teachers,
you will get similar reports from all of them.  It is simply a
matter of being motivated to take a greater interest in my
studies and spending more time with the material.  The more I
understand, the more interesting things become and the more
interested I am, the more I participate in classroom
discussions."  I looked around to be sure the room was empty
before I continued.

"As for your admiration of my...assets...." I stepped between Mr.
Locke and the door to prevent anyone from seeing what I was about
to do.  "I understand that there is no quid pro quo expected..."
I put my hands under my breasts and squeezed until they bulged
out of my halter and the areola were visible above the cups.  I
leaned over far enough for Mr. Locke to be able to see them
crinkle up in response to my stimulation.  "...or offered."

I picked up my bag and rushed off while Mr. Locke tried to get
his eyes back in their sockets.  I was pleased to be able to set
his mind at ease.  I was also pleased that I wasn't going to lose
one of my biggest admirers over some foolish misunderstanding.



I gulped down one of the energy bars in my bag as I raced across
campus to the gym.  It was, ironically, one of the type sold to
body builders as a means to pack on bulk quickly, and so had more
nutrients and more calories than the typical dining hall lunch. 
The fact that is also tasted better than much of the dining hall
fare was a definite bonus.  I had expected to have to make
sacrifices so I could spend time with Steve, but being
malnourished didn't seem to be one of them.

At the gym, I ran down to the girls' locker room to change.  I
had put on my version of the wrestlers' outfit and was about to
put my school clothes into my own gym locker for safekeeping when
an idea occurred to me.  Instead of using my locker, I put my
clothes into my bag and carried it with me to the weight room.

As usual, there was no one in the hall and, to all appearances,
no one in the gym.  It wasn't until I got to the weight room that
I realized that it was all a matter of acoustics.  The floor in
the weight room wasn't the gray concrete of the rest of the
basement, it was a wood surface similar to butcher's block with
cork floor-tiles on top of that.  Obviously some thought had been
given to what would happen if someone dropped a heavy weight on a
flat concrete floor.  The wood and cork kept everyone from having
to wear eye-protection against the chance of flying concrete
chips.  A side benefit was that it absorbed much of the sound in
the room that otherwise would have echoed down the hall.

I walked in like I belonged and dropped my bag on the floor
inside the door with the rest.  Steve was talking to his
teammates over by the free weights, so I strolled over.

"Hey, Steve. How're they hangin'," I said, somewhat loudly, and
slapped poor Steve on the ass hard enough to make him jump.  

I expected my greeting to provoke laughter and defuse the tension
that I was sure would be caused by my presence in this formerly
male bastion.  I was disappointed when no one laughed, giggled,
tittered, or even chuckled.  Instead, I was treated to exactly
the kind of stares and stony silence I had expected as a
worst-case scenario.  This was going to be just as much an uphill
fight as I had feared.

"Hi, Sam!"  Steve managed to get the huge lump in his throat
swallowed before the silence became too overpowering.  "I see you
decided to join us after all."  A master of the obvious was my
boy Steve.  

"I don't want to be a bother, so if you'll let me know your
routine, I'll be happy to work around you."

"Sure!" Steve said.  And then belatedly decided that it would be
a good idea to introduce me around.  "Uh, this is Doug, Roger,
Lamont, and Bruno.  Guys, this is Sam.  She's going to be working
out with us."

I thought he might have mentioned something to his teammates
before I appeared, but he must have been hoping that I would
chicken-out and not show up, so his announcement was news to
everyone.  They took it well.  By 'well' I mean no one barfed or
ran for the door.  The looks of astonishment on their faces would
have made a great candid photo for the school yearbook.

None of them was prepared to make the first move, so I had to.  I
walked over to Bruno and stuck out my hand.  Contrary to what you
would expect from the name, Bruno was the smallest person in the
room other than me.  He still had 40 pounds on me, so it was a
relative thing.  After looking at it like it might have cooties
on it, Bruno decided to be brave and shake my hand.

"Pleased to meet you, Bruno." I said cheerfully.

"Sure thing." Bruno replied and moved on smartly.

Having the procedure laid out for them, the rest also shook hands
with me in a perfunctory manner.  The sole standout was the only
black guy on the wrestling squad, Lamont.  I really wanted to ask
where he got the name Lamont, but I was afraid the answer would
be what I expected and I didn't want to embarrass him on our
first meeting.  Not that it did me any good.  Instead of a quick
shake, Lamont chose to try to intimidate me by squeezing my hand.
 He couldn't have known that pain and I were practically best
buddies, or that I could have mashed his hand to a pulpy mess if
I had chosen to.  He stood there, squeezing tighter and tighter,
trying to get a reaction out of me so that he could laugh and
make some comment about girls not being able to 'take it' like
boys.  The temptation to break some bones was strong, but I kept
smiling and returned his grip with only a mild pressure in
return.

Pretty soon, the tendons on Lamont's forearm started popping out
and I realized that he was bearing down at almost the limit of
his strength.  Still, I kept smiling and squeezed back only a
fraction of what he was giving me.  After a few awkward seconds,
he quit trying to hurt me and tried to let go and take his hand
back.  Of course, things got even more awkward - for Lamont,
anyway   when he found that I was holding on too tightly for him
to get free easily.  I kept smiling just the same as before and
cocked my head to one side quizzically as he pulled and yanked
without trying to let it be seen that I had him trapped.  After a
few more seconds or that, he stopped trying and I let go.

As Lamont stepped away, I saw a look in his eyes that told me I
had achieved a partial victory already with at least one team
member.   The look in Lamont's eyes as he massaged his hand
couldn't be anything but respect.  Grudgingly given, but respect
nonetheless.

As I expected, the team members had a rotation worked out so that
everyone worked a different set of exercises to benefit a
different muscle group.  The quick research I had done had told
me that you didn't stress the same muscles over and over, you
spread it around as much as you could to get the broadest
benefit.  This meant that I would be working with whatever
equipment was left over.  As it happened, that turned out to be
the dumbbells, the one piece of equipment I felt comfortable with
and also needed to no setup or cooperation from the members of
the wrestling team to use.

I saw them watching me at the weight rack.  I was sure they
either expected me to go for either the lightest weights or the
heaviest I could lift.  I surprised them by doing neither.  I
picked up the pair of 20 pound weights and turned to face the
center of the room.  I put my feet shoulder-width apart and
squared my shoulders, then I started a warm-up and
range-of-motion set that Jim had shown me.  As I worked through
the reps, I saw the eyes of the guys on me, gauging me.  One by
one, they went back to their own workouts.

I worked through a few sets with larger weights, resting and
walking around between each set, as I saw them do to keep the
lactic acid from building up.  I was sitting on a bench doing
bicep curls with a 35 pound dumbbell when Doug spoke up from the
weight bench next to me.

"You want to do those as slow as you can," he said.  "You get
better results from going full-range and as slow as possible."

The truth is, I had gotten a little bored, just sitting and
working by myself, and I had allowed myself to speed up on the
curls to get through the last set.  Doug didn't need to know
that, and I wasn't about to toss the olive branch back in his
face.

"Thanks!" I said, slowing down and counting out the last three
reps.  "Yeah, I can feel it makes a big difference."

"Anytime," Doug said as he lay back down under the barbell.  I
did a quick count and saw that he had it loaded with a good deal
of weight for someone his size.  Or actually for any size.  He
had 240 pounds on there.

I got up and walked over to Doug.  "Need a spot?" I asked.

He looked around quickly to see if he was being setup or if
someone was watching, but everyone had gotten into their own
heads by now and I was no longer the focus of attention in the
room.

"OK," he said, and I assumed the position at the head of the
bench, behind the bar with my knees close to his head.  He got
settled on the bench and then reached up for the bar.  "Jeez!" he
said, suddenly and sat up.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

He looked around at me and I could see a red flush over his face
and neck.

"I, ah." He began, and then changed his mind.  "Nothing," he
finished and lay back down.

As I looked down at his upside down face, it hit me what had Doug
upset.  From his point of view he could see right up under my
cropped t-shirt.  From that perspective, and the fact that I
wasn't wearing a bra, he could see my breasts all the way from
one end to the other.

As soon as I twigged to this, I smiled down at him and pulled my
shoulders back to improve his view.

"Anytime you're ready," I said.

Doug put his hands on the bar and I put mine in between to
provide support and balance if he had a problem getting the bar
off the stand.  Unless you are doing something stupid, if you are
going to strain something, most of the time it's going to be when
you first take the weight.

As he picked it up, I supported about half the weight for him,
then slowly transferred it to him as he got comfortable.  Before
I took my hands away, I looked down to see how he was doing.  He
looked back up at me with a question in his eyes, unsure if he
had just seen me in effect stiff-arm 120 pounds.

I watched Doug for signs of distress as he pumped the heavy bar
through ten repetitions.  He looked steady but tired as he tried
to push the bar back onto the support bracket.  For the last
couple of inches, I took the bar from him and settled it on the
support.  After a few seconds, he took his hands off the bar and
sat up, sweat pouring off him.  240 must have been close to his
limit.

"Way to go," I said, as nonchalantly as I could.  I reached out
and clapped him on the back.  He didn't flinch.

When I looked around, I saw Steve watching from the leg press
machine.  When our eyes locked, he got up and walked over, a
towel around his neck.

"Time to hit the showers, guys!"  He said, loudly enough for
everyone to hear.

We all picked up our bags and walked out of the weight room and
down the hall.  Lamont and Roger were telling each other some
mildly raunchy jokes and laughing.  Doug was still breathing hard
and pouring sweat and Steve and I walked along side by side until
he turned in to the boys' locker room entrance.  I hesitated.  I
had been prepared to invite myself in and have a shower with the
team, maybe even a little towel-snapping, maybe a little orgy. 
On second thought, I turned and walked quickly around to the
girls' room on the other side.  I had made some headway today and
I was not prepared to mess it up with an ill-conceived stunt.  As
long as I was exercising, it seemed appropriate to exercise
restraint as well; as unusual as that was for me.

It was a lonely walk to the other side of the gym.  I consoled
myself with the memory of looks I had received that told me that
a couple of the team now had doubts about their opinions on girls
and their places in the world. 

As I stood under the shower, I thought about what I had hoped to
accomplish by going into the weight room and trying to be one of
the guys.  It became more important than ever for me to succeed.
These were some of the most respected, popular, and well-known
guys at school.  If I could show them that girls were just guys
with different equipment and different hormones, it would have an
impact far beyond the gym.

Stepping out of the shower, I toweled off briskly, reapplied some
antiperspirant, and ran a brush through my bushy blonde hair.  I
thought back to when I would spend a lot of time standing in
front of a mirror, fussing with my makeup.  Things were so much
easier now that I could set it and forget it.  I laughed sharply
when I thought that if Max Factor or Revlon knew what I could do
without their help, they would probably send an assassination
team after me to keep me from teaching it to anyone else.

Again, I wished I could do something with my hair as well. 
Without that control, I wouldn't be able to grow it any longer
than a few inches before it became unmanageable.

When I got dressed again, I put my weight room outfit in the
basket with my other gym clothes.  I had planned to take them
home and wash them every day, but it was pretty clear that none
of the team members bothered to do that any more often than
weekly, if then.  If they could stink, I would stink, too.  If I
was going to have to inhale their pheromones, they were going to
have me up their noses, too.  Chemical warfare wasn't off limits
in this battle.

I was sorry that I hadn't had a chance to talk to Steve during
our workout session.  As I thought back on it, I hadn't heard
much conversation at all.  Either they had been reticent because
I was there, or I had learned the answer to one of the oldest
topics of conversation among girls   what did boys talk about
when they were with their friends?  The answer, as far as I could
tell, was nothing.  Boys could apparently just be with each other
and say absolutely nothing for the longest time.  It was very
strange.  

I reminded myself that I had decided to try to get to know Steve
on his terms and in his world as much as possible.  Changing the
conditions would alter the experiment and fuck up the outcome.  



It seemed odd to be right back in the gym again after English
class, putting on another set of clothes to get sweaty in.  It
was too bad I didn't have gym right after lunch; then I could
have stayed in my gym clothes and gone right from weightlifting
to aerobic exercise. 

As frustrating as it was to have to workout at a level so far
below my abilities, it was still much better than no exercise at
all.  Enhanced or not, the muscles I had were all I had to work
with and I needed them in the best possible shape.  Any
opportunity to work out was not something I wanted to pass up.

Today, the cool morning air had given way to a mild day and we
again were taken down to the practice field for calisthenics and
general running around.  I caught up to Coach Simpson during the
jog over to the field.

"Hey, Coach!  I had my first martial arts lesson yesterday."

"Great, Sam.  How did it go?"

"Better than I expected.  I thought there would be a lot more
mystical mumbo jumbo than there was.  We spent most of the time
working on practical fundamentals like punching and kicking."

"Sounds good.  Who are you studying with?"

"Xaiolong Li.  On River Street."

"Let me know how it goes for you.  There are a few girls in my
classes who could use some training in self-defense."

I had hoped she might give me the names of the girls she thought
needed protection, but she must have considered that to be
privileged information.  Still, it was enlightening to know that
there was a need.  If I kept my eyes and ears open, I might learn
of someone who needed me.

The lesson that there were no small crimes and no small criminals
was fresh in my mind.  Before, I might have ignored a case of
abuse as beneath my notice.  Now, I saw that it was better to nip
some things in the bud before they became full-fledged crises. 
Domestic violence problems and relationships gone bad were areas
where the cops could act only after things had gone too far.  I
had no such restrictions and I could even act in an official
capacity if it came to it.  I had already started carrying my
badge around with me in my bag.

The badge was a heavy dose of reality.  It was mostly an honorary
thing, a courtesy given to me by Sheriff Foster, but it still
meant that I carried the full force of the law with me.  But it
also acted as a conscience.  While I carried it, I had to always
consider if the amount of force I used was justifiable.  There
was a fine line between being a vigilante and being just another
thug on the street.



After school let out, I looked around for Jim or Bud to walk me
home.  Bud was nowhere to be seen, but Jim came up to me looking
apologetic.

"Hi, Sam.  Listen, I'm sorry about not showing up at lunch like I
said.  Neeka and I got to talking and...."

"Hey, it's OK.  Nothing happened worth seeing, anyway.  Just a
lot of ignoration."

"Ignoration?"

"Yeah, they mostly pretended I wasn't there."

"Oh, I doubt that.  You're kind of hard to ignore."

"Gee, thanks!  I think.  But nobody talked to me.  Not even
Steve.  Doug and I had a few words, but it was all business."

"Yeah?  What did you expect?"

"Conversation?  I know guys don't talk to girls much.  Don't tell
me that guys don't even talk to other guys?"

"Not much.  And not with a girl in the room.  They would be too
busy flexing and showing off.  You didn't see any of that?"

"In a weight room?  Nothing but flexing and showing off going on.
 How would I know it was directed at me?"

"Good point.  Did anyone seem to be pushing themselves really
hard?"

"Well, yes.  They all did, so I tried to act like I was, too. 
And Doug looked like he was really straining on his bench
presses."

"There you go," Jim said.  He looked over my shoulder and said,
"And here I go.  I think Steve wants to talk to you.  See you at
home, Sis."

Jim leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek before
taking off across the parking lot.  I was smiling at the gesture
when Steve walked up.

"Hey, Sam," he said.  "What was that about?"

His tone was a little gruff and a lot suspicious.  I didn't know
if I should be flattered or insulted by his possessive attitude.
I decided that it was early days for Steve yet, and I should take
it as flattery.

I looked up at Steve towering over me, broad shoulders tensed
under his tight t-shirt, chin high, his large jaw thrust out. 
God!  He was such a hunk!

"Oh him?" I said teasingly.  "That really cute guy that just
kissed me?"

From my low-angle vantage point of a head and half shorter than
Steve, I could see his nostrils flair and his brow furrow.  I
halfway expected to see him stamp his feet and snort.

"It's just the guy who lives down the hall." I said.

"Hunh?"  This was going to take some more explaining.

"Jim Reynolds is my foster mother's son.  He's dating my best
friend.  He's like, my brother."  Some of this had to be getting
through.

"Oh.  OK."  He seemed relieved, but disappointed that he wasn't
going to get to pound someone.  The term 'big galloot' came to
mind.

"Anyway," Steve went on with what he wanted to talk about.  "I
wanted to tell you that I was real impressed by the way you
handled yourself today."

"Why, thank you, Steve!"  It was a 'guy' compliment.  I was
really flattered now.

"Yeah, well, I wasn't too sure that was a good idea, you know? 
And when you showed up in that real sexy getup I was sure it
wasn't going to work, you know?"

"Steve, I wore the same thing you guys were wearing."  I don't
think that that even occurred to him.

"Well, on you anything is sexy."

"Like what I had on yesterday?"

"Especially what you had on yesterday.  That's the sexiest thing
I ever saw."

"Was it now?  But we were all wearing the same thing."

"Well, on you it looked better than the rest."

"Oh, and is that why you started at the other end of the line?"

"Kind of.  If I had started with you it would have all been over
very quickly.  It still ended with you.  The last girl...Jonene?
She never had a chance."

"Jolene.  And it was probably for the best.  She's a virgin."

"Holy moly!  That would have been...ah....."

I'm not sure what Steve thought that would have been like.  When
the conversation turned to our earlier encounter, Steve started
getting an erection.  When I told him that he had almost fucked a
virgin right there against the gym wall, his cock tried to jump
out of his pants.

I looked around to see if anyone was near, then I stepped closer
to Steve and put my hand over his bulge and squeezed his cock
through his shorts.

"Looks like Big Steve wants a rematch," I said as sexily as I
could.  "I've got the time if you've got the place."

Steve took a deep breath and pulled my hand away from his cock.

"How about the mat room?" He asked.

"I think I know where that is." I said, leading the way toward
the gym building.

I even led the way through the locker room and up the back
stairs.  All the way, I was getting hotter and hotter.  I kept
looking back at Steve's erection.  It looked bigger and harder
every time I peeked.  

By the time we got on the pile of mats and pulled the door shut
behind us, I was so turned on I almost tore my clothes getting
out of them.  Steve had to peel his shorts off to get his cock
free without damage.

When we were both naked and kneeling on the mat, I had a really
wicked thought.  I put my hand on the middle of Steve's hairy
chest and pushed him back past arm length   his, not mine.

"OK, Steve.  If you want to fuck me, you have to pin me.  One
fall, winner takes all."  The look of lust on his face was
frightening.  I knew I wasn't getting out of that room without
being seriously fucked.  The idea thrilled and excited me.  I put
one hand over my pussy and started rubbing my stiff clit and with
the other, I pulled on my nipples, making them as sensitive as my
clit.  I needed a hard cock in the worst way, but I wanted Steve
to take me by force.  Being threatened into letting him fuck us
had whetted my rape fantasy.  Ever since he had admitted that he
saw it the same way, I hadn't been able to get it out of my
mind.

The absurdity of me challenging the captain of the wrestling team
made Steve snort with derision.  Not only was I way out of his
weight class, I was a girl and girls were weak and helpless
creatures to either be taken advantage of or to be courted. 
Steve thought he was courting me, but I wanted him to take me by
force.  It would be mock force, for sure, but he didn't know
which of us would be faking.  It was a neat turnaround.

We both got to our feet, crouching in the dim light of the
storage room.  He stepped closer and put out a hand to grab my
arm.  I slapped it away.  He seemed surprised at the ease with
which I deflected his attack.  Good.  I hoped I would have a
couple more surprises for Mr. Wojeski before I let him pin me and
fuck me mercilessly.

I caught him off guard when I faked a lunge for his leg.  Being
so much shorter than he was gave me a natural advantage that he
hadn't considered.  He stepped away and leaned over further so he
could grab my arm if I tried that again.  We circled each other
and I kept flinching my right hand toward his left knee to keep
his attention.  I knew it was only a matter of time before he
realized that his best offense would be to simply fall forward on
me like a tree and pin me with his weight.  In the cramped
storage room, there was no place for me to retreat or dodge.

When at last I saw the idea cross his mind, I beat him to it.  I
fell forward in front of him and jumped like a frog right between
his legs.  Again, my shortness helped me.  No wrestler ever
deliberately falls to the mat, so Steve was slow to react. 
Before he could, I had curled up around his feet and was already
rolling up on the backs of his legs.  He went down like the
proverbial tree, landing on his hands and knees.

In a flash, I was on his back, wrapping my arms around his neck
and my legs around his waist.  There was no way I could flip him
for the pin, my weight was negligible and he knew more escapes
from this position than I could count.  When he grabbed my leg
below the knee and started to pull me around, I knew it would be
over in seconds.  

He knew it, too.  He should have rolled over on me to put my
shoulders to the mat, but instead he kept pulling me around until
he had me under him on the mat.  Now, my position was all wrong
for wrestling, but perfect for fucking.  I could feel his hard
cock slapping against my ass and his coarse chest-hair rubbing
against my nipples.  I relaxed my hold and lowered myself to lie
on my back on the mat, my legs still wrapped around his narrow
hips.

"Looks like you win," I said.

"Yeah," he growled, like an animal in rut.  I could feel the hot
breath steaming from his nostrils like a bull about to charge.

I pulled on his neck and raised my face up to his and we kissed.
It was a deep, long, yearning kiss.  His lips and tongue attacked
my mouth like he wanted to eat me alive.  I felt his hips move,
lining up his cock with my pussy.  In a second he would take me,
claiming his prize.

"Steve?"  I whispered.  I'm sure he expected to be begged to be
gentle.

"Steve, I want you to fuck me hard.  I want you to fuck me deep.
Don't worry about hurting me.  Don't worry about anything but
filling me up with your cum.  I want you so bad!  Please fuck me.
 Now!"

I was waving the red flag for all I was worth.  I wanted him to
fuck me without mercy, without restraint, without a thought for
self-control.  I wanted everything he could give and I wanted it
ever so badly.

He slid the head of his steel-hard cock between my pussy lips
until he felt it slip into my opening then he pushed into me
slowly and steadily until the root of his cock spread my lips
wide and his balls rested on my ass.  I moaned in heat and kissed
him wantonly, opening my mouth as wide as his cock had opened my
hot pussy.

He pressed into me hard for a moment, then he pulled back and
rammed his cock into me, hard.  He did it again.  And again. 
Each time it felt like he was splitting me open, gutting me with
his cock, trying to rip me apart.  Each time, I came closer to
heaven.

Steve pounded his cock into me relentlessly.  Soon, he had me
writhing in ecstasy, squirming on his cock, my pussy clenching,
caressing it with every brutal stroke.  At some point, I started
cumming and I clamped my legs around his ass, pulling him deep
into me, trapping him there.  

Unable to pull out to keep up the friction, Steve went wild.  He
bucked against me, picking me up off the mat and slamming me down
again with his whole weight on top of me.  He squeezed me so
tight that he mashed my breasts flat against my ribs, crushing my
stiff, sensitive nipples into his chest and driving my climax to
new heights.

We thrashed around violently on the mat until Steve gave up
trying to get his cock loose and just pressed into me with all
his might, desperate to get over the top, to gain release and to
fill me with his cum.  When I felt him surrender to me, I used
the vaginal muscles I had spent days training to squeeze and pull
on his cock.

 When he felt my pussy embrace his cock inside my body, he tensed
up again, eager for release.  Determined to give it to him, I
used the same technique on his cock as I had used on the metal
balls to get them to click together.  I pulled him in and then
squeezed the head of his cock, milking him for his cum.

It didn't take long.  I heard Steve moan loudly in my ear and
then I felt him tense every muscle in his body as he gathered all
his strength for one final primal attempt to inseminate me.  His
moan turned in to a growl and I felt his cock jerk and begin to
pour his seed into my eager pussy.  The warmth spread through me
quickly, and I purred into his ear my pleasure at his mastery of
me.

We lay there for quite a while, locked in each other's arms,
making the experience last as long as possible.  I licked his ear
and sucked his earlobe.  He twitched and jerked his
slowly-deflating cock in me.  I responded by squeezing it tightly
and using my vaginal muscles to suck every drop of cum from him.

Finally, we peeled our sweaty, sticky bodies apart and he
reluctantly pulled his limp cock out of me.  I immediately felt
empty and whimpered over the loss.  Steve consoled me by stroking
my face and then my boobs, and I smiled and ran my hand through
the hair on his chest.   

He had been a gentleman for me, until I forced him not to be, so
I decided to return the gesture.  Pushing him gently onto his
back, I slid down his body until I could get my mouth on his
sticky cock.  Holding it in one hand, I licked it clean, sucking
all of our juices out of all the folds and crevices.

I may have got carried away, because in just a few minutes, I saw
it start to swell and twitch back to life again.  Seeing this, I
worked diligently to resuscitate it, and by using both hands and
my mouth, I eventually had it throbbing and hard again.

Steve's cock, although attached to a much larger person, was
nowhere near as huge as Bud's.  With both my hands around it,
only the head and an inch or so of shaft showed.  I swung my leg
over his and straddled his legs, then I leaned forward and,
pulling his cock down to the right angle, slid it between my
lips, into my mouth, over my tongue and down my throat. 
Suppressing my gag reflex was no problem.  I found that I could
even open my mouth wide enough so I could force myself completely
onto his cock and bury my nose into his curly pubic hair.

In this position, I started swallowing and licking to give Steve
as much stimulation as I could.  I even waited well past the
point where I should have backed off to take a breath and when I
finally did, I was gasping for air and needed several deep
breaths to re-oxygenate.

Steve looked concerned for me, but I was more concerned with
displaying my prowess as a cocksucker than worrying about
reassuring him.  As soon as I could I dove back onto his cock and
again sucked it as deep down my throat as I could.  I tried to
keep suction on it as I worked up and down on his cock, careful
never to touch his tender skin with my teeth.  My heart leapt as
I felt it go rigid in my mouth.  He started slowly bucking his
hips in response to my loving treatment of his cock.

I let him fuck my face for a while.  When he seemed about ready
to cum again, I slipped it almost out of my mouth, until just the
head was inside, and I started sucking the head and flicking my
tongue rapidly across the sensitive underside.  I discovered that
boys were just as susceptible as girls to the BumbleBee, if not
more so.  When Steve came, he cried out as though he were in
pain.  I quickly swallowed his meager offering and continued to
lick his cock.  Apparently the stimulation was too much for him,
because he pulled his cock out of my mouth and rolled over,
clutching it between his legs.

Seeing Steve rolled up into the fetal position, his cock still
pulsating as it tried to suck more sperm from his already-drained
balls, was a heady experience for me.  I felt a sense of
accomplishment, as well as a good degree of satisfaction, at
having turned this hulk of a man into a quivering heap.  As I sat
there, cuddling against him and stroking his broad back, I
realized that with my sexual victory came a new feeling.  Beyond
the sexual spark, the physical attraction, the ego-boost of
having a relationship with the biggest stud in school, and my
recent sense of conquest, I also felt a new emotion rising, one
that I could only describe as maternal.

While I lay there, grappling with my emotions, Steve gradually
recovered and unfolded to lie on his back on the sweat-stained
mat.

"Oh.  My.  God." He said, with equal heavy emphasis on each
word.

"Did you like that?"  I asked, begging for compliments.

"That was awesome!  I've never really just 'let go' like that
before.  Are you all right?  I didn't hurt you?"

"No, Steve.  I'm fine.  It takes a lot more than that to hurt
me."  I immediately regretted blurting out the truth, but he was
too preoccupied to pursue it.  "You were pretty awesome, too." I
said to get him back on the subject.

"Thanks, but...Damn!  I didn't know...I mean...you.  That felt
like...I dunno."

I smiled.  Steve was clearly confused by the way I had turned the
tables on him.  He was used to being the fucker and the girl the
fuckee that it was hard for him to come to terms with a different
outcome.  I occurred to me that perhaps I no longer needed to
carry through with my plan to convince him that a girl could be
worthy of his respect in the weight room, when I had just
demonstrated that a girl could be his equal in bed.

I sat up and swung my leg over his and sat on his thighs.  I
picked up his completely limp cock and started stroking it
tenderly.

"Any fight left in Big Steve?" I asked coyly.  If he could get it
up again after all that, I would admit defeat and go willingly to
his harem.

"You got it all, baby.  I've got nothing left." He confessed.

I grinned and stretched out full-length on him, stretching and
rubbing my body on his like a cat on a rug.  I was content.



When Steve had regained his strength, he reached for his clothes,
but before he could get them, I picked up his and mine both and
slid off the stack of mats onto the stairs.  I led him down to
the door to the locker room on the floor below where I pulled it
open and stepped boldly naked into the echoing concrete and tile
room.

I almost hoped that someone would catch me and Steve sneaking
through the boys' locker room with the obvious signs of recent
sex still drying on my thighs and my chin.  I wanted to drag him
by the cock down the main hall of the classroom building so that
everyone could see us.

I settled for dragging him into the showers so we could get
cleaned up and presentable before going back out into the world
again.  If someone wandered in and surprised us before we
finished, well that would just be too bad.

I was washing Steve's back before I realized what I was doing. 
When I started soaping him up, he looked over his shoulder at me
but said nothing.  By unspoken consent, I washed all the places I
could reach and he did the rest.  With one major exception, I
used the same method I would have in the girls' shower.  When it
was my turn, I handed Steve the soap.  He took it and looked at
me with uncertainty in his eyes.  I turned my back to let him
start there and he did, after much hesitation.  He was so clumsy
that I almost would have thought he had never held a bar of soap
before.

"You do know how to work a bar of soap, don't you?" I asked with
a mock-incredulous tone.

"Give me a break, I never did this before."

"You never showered?  I can believe that!"

He pinched my rear for insulting him and I yipped and turned so
he could do my front.  When confronted with the more interesting
bits, he became even more hesitant and clumsy.  The second time
he dropped the soap, I couldn't keep my mouth shut.

"I'd have thought you would've learned not to drop the soap in
the shower by now." I said.

"You're making me nervous." He growled.  "Hold still!"

"I am holding still.  You know you can use more force than that.
I'm not made of glass."

"You certainly aren't.  I'm sorry, I've never washed a girl
before."

"I can tell.  I think that breast is clean enough, if you want to
move on to the other one."

"Right.  Sorry.  I feel like I'm washing a statue by Rembrandt."


It was such a nice thing to say that I hated to correct him.

"Rembrandt was a painter.  But thanks, anyway."

He finished soaping me down and stood straight again.  He backed
off a step to survey his work and said, "I mean it.  You are the
most beautiful girl I've ever met."

I really didn't know how to respond to that, so I covered by
rinsing off while I thought about it.  I started to say something
flippant, to make a joke, but I didn't because I didn't want to
cheapen his compliment.  He seemed perfectly sincere, too.  He
was staring at me almost as intently as Mr. Locke had.  That was
something to which I knew how to react.  I stepped out of the
spray and struck a few poses that I had practiced in the mirror,
holding each one and slowly moving to the next.  Steve seemed to
appreciate the show, if his slack jaw and unblinking stare was
any indication.

While I was posing, amid the haze of water and steam, I noticed a
flicker of movement at the entrance to the shower room.  It
looked like someone had been peeking around the corner at us and
had just ducked back.  It looked like my fantasy of getting
caught with Steve was going to come true.  But why would they
hide?  If it was one of the coaches, they should be screaming
bloody murder.  If it was a student, there should be whistling
and finger-pointing.  Who would peek-and-run?

We dried off and I reluctantly got dressed when Steve did.  We
were sitting on a wooden bench in front of a row of lockers after
putting our shoes on when I realized that Steve and I were just
staring at each other.  I wondered if we were thinking the same
thing.

"Penny for your thoughts?" I asked.

He dropped his gaze to the worn concrete floor while he composed
his thoughts.  "I was thinking how much I'm going to miss you,"
he said.

"What?"  I said, confused.  "When?"

"As soon as you are out of my sight."

That was another comment for which I had no comeback.  I slid
down the bench and swung my legs over his and hopped onto his
lap.  I leaned against him and he put his arms around me.  I
nuzzled his chest and when I turned my face up to his, he kissed
me.  It was one of the most tender, loving kisses I had ever
received.  It wasn't overtly sexual.  It wasn't a prelude to
something or the start of a make-out session.  The only other
person who had ever kissed me like that was Bambi.  When it was
over, I opened my eyes and saw Steve staring deeply into them. 
If the eyes are the window to the soul, then that must have been
what he was looking for, because he was looking way past my
baby-blues.

It started making me self-conscious and I jumped down off his
lap.

"When will I see you again?" He asked.  He sounded worried that I
might disappear on him.

"I guess it will be tomorrow.  I'll see you at lunch.  If you
don't mind me and my sexy outfit in the weight room."

"OK.  Tomorrow, then.  When do you think we can...."  He trailed
off, but he was clear enough.  I had been wondering the same
thing.  Today had been awesome, for a lot of reasons.  We both
wanted to do it again just as soon as possible.

"As soon as possible," I said.  "But I have commitments for this
weekend.  I have made promises and I will not break my word."

"I can understand that.  I respect that."

Somehow his use of the 'R' word made me happier than anything
else he could possibly have said.  And it hadn't been something I
had manipulated him into, or coerced out of him.  It had been
over something true and honest.  I blinked back tears and we
started to leave.

At the entrance to the locker room there was a folding yellow
sign blocking the way.  It said, "Caution:  Caustic Chemicals in
Use, Do Not Enter".  It was the sign the janitor used when he was
disinfecting the locker room floor.  But there was no sign of the
janitor.  Someone had set out the sign to make sure Steve and I
were not disturbed.  It was almost certainly the same person who
had seen us in the shower.

I didn't have long to wonder about it.  When we walked out of the
building into the bright daylight, the mystery was solved.  Jim
was sitting on a broad balustrade flanking the entrance to the
building.  He was trying to look casual, but I knew he hadn't
been there for very long.

"Hi, Jim!" I said.

"Hey, Sam.  Hi, Steve."

Steve returned to his gentlemanly ways.  He held out his hand to
Jim and they shook.  Neither tried to break the other's hand or
anything foolish, so I was relieved.  I hadn't been sure Steve
had grasped my explanation of my relationship with Jim and I
didn't want to have to break up any hormonal displays of who the
bigger ape was in the tribe.  Jim would either get his head
handed to him, or I would have to kick some Wojeski butt. 
Neither outcome appealed to me.

Either Steve had one of those flashes of insight that happen to
every one once in a blue moon, or I owed him an apology for
thinking he wasn't as smart as he really was, because he said to
Jim, "So, you must be the one who put out the sign.  Thanks."

"No problemo." Jim said, dismissing Steve's gratitude with a wave
of his hand.

"So what are you doing here, Jim?" I asked.

"Well," he said, "Bud and Jolene went over to watch baseball
practice, and Neeka went to work, so I thought I'd hang out in
case you needed anything."

"That was certainly thoughtful of you," I said.  "How did you
know where we were?"

"Neeka told me before she left.  You know sometimes she seems
almost psychic."

He either already knew, and was putting me on, or he was just
putting 2 and 2 together.  He already knew enough to be able to
deduce the owner of any unusual abilities around that turned up.

"Neeka Morgan?" Steve asked.  No one had given him a cast list,
so he couldn't be blamed for coming in late with the
information.

"Yes," I said.  "Neeka is my best friend.  The one Jim is
seeing."

"Man, she's one of the hottest chicks in the Senior class!  You
lucky SOB!" Steve said to Jim.

His appraisal of Neeka wasn't news to either Jim or me, but it's
always nice to have someone agree with your opinion.  Jim grinned
at Steve's heartfelt comment.

I thought it would be best if I got Jim and Steve separated
before Steve started asking too many questions about how helpful
Jim had been, or why.

"Steve?  If you have time, I'd like to go over and watch practice
with Bud and Jolene."

"Sure!  Jim?  You going to come along?" Steve asked.

I jumped in before Jim could answer.  "Jim, isn't Mom home by
herself with the workmen?  Don't you think it would be a good
idea for you to keep her company with all those strange men in
the house?"

"Uh.  Yeah, Sam.  That's a very good idea.  I'm sure she would
like me to sit with her.  That's very considerate of you to think
of that."

Jim and I were talking way over Steve's head, and doing a poor
job of it, but Jim needed something to do besides spying on me
and wishing he were with Neeka.  Bambi was due some attention
from someone for all the work she had been doing lately, and Jim
was just the person she needed it from.  Maybe a regression to
infancy would relax him.

Steve and I walked the few blocks to the park where baseball
practice was held.  Unlike the football stadium and practice
field, which were in the same block, and basketball, which was
played in the gym; baseball at our school got second-class
treatment.  The team had to practice on one of the three diamonds
over at the municipal park.  These were poor facilities at best.
The wire backstops all shared the same supports.  There were no
dugouts, only concrete benches on each side of the infield. 
Earthen embankments separated the fields.  There were no
bleachers, so spectators had to sit on the ground to watch.

We had no trouble finding Bud and Jolene.  They were lying in the
grass above third base.  They were so absorbed in each other that
neither looked up until Steve's shadow fell over them as he
blocked out the sun.

"Hi, Bud!  Hey, Jolene!"  I said as they squinted up into the
bright halo of light behind us.

"Hi, Sam," Jolene said.  She sounded relieved.  She and Bud were
sitting well away from the rest of the sparse crowd.  They had
obviously been testing her limits and she was looking a little
stressed.  I looked around the grassy bank.  The only other
spectators on this side of the field were a few baseball-moms
sitting closer to home plate.  There were more people on the
first-base side since it was closest to the parking lot.  The
situation was a very loose interpretation of 'in public' and a
far cry from the crowded park they had gone to before.  No wonder
Jolene was stressed.

I wondered where Janice was now that Bud and Jolene were hanging
out together so much.  I started to ask, but I decided it could
wait until Saturday.  There was no reason to make Jolene any more
uncomfortable.

Looking at Jolene and Bud, I realized that the party Saturday was
likely going to include Bud.  If he and Jolene paired off, I
might need another guest to even things out.  I suddenly
remembered that I hadn't called Connie Falducci since she slipped
me her phone number.

Returning to the introductions, I said, "Jolene you remember
Steve, of course?"

Jolene smiled and blushed very prettily.  "I sure do.  Do you
need your shirt back anytime soon, Steve?"

"No, you can keep it if you'd like to."

"Thank you, but my mom washed it, so most of the sentimental
value is gone.  I'll get it back to you.  I'm just sorry I won
the consolation prize," she added, with a sidelong glance at me.

"From my point of view, you were all winners," Steve said
magnanimously.

"How gallant!" I said.

"I think I came in late on this," Bud said.  "What are we talking
about?"

"Jolene didn't tell you?"  I said.

"No."

"It just never came up," Jolene said.

There was a long pause during which no explanation was
forthcoming.  I waited for Jolene.  Jolene waited for me.  Steve
tried to look innocent.  Bud looked around at each of us,
becoming more curious by the second.

"Well...." I began.

"Please!" Steve said.  "It's not something I'm proud of."

"What?"  Jolene said in a shocked tone.

"Yeah, what?"  Bud said.

"Steve has apologized for taking advantage of us," I explained to
Jolene.  "He feels that he coerced us."

Jolene and I both had a good laugh at that.  While we were
giggling, Bud waited impatiently for an explanation.  He even
looked at Steve, who just shook his head and smiled.

"OK, Bud.  Jolene and I were having a little lunchtime party with
Janice Dempsey and Sara Henderson.  We were in this little
storage room in the gym, when Sara gets the cute idea to throw
our clothes out the window so we have to run through the building
naked to get them back.  We manage to sneak all the way out of
the gym without being seen, getting more turned on every step of
the way, understand?  I mean here we are, starkers, in broad
daylight, at school.  And just when we think we've made all the
way, here stands Steve with all our clothes in one hand and his
cock in the other, telling us he'll give them back only if we
give him some pussy."

"You sonnavagun!" Bud said.  He held up his hand to give Steve a
high-five, which Steve reluctantly accepted.  "So, Sis, I guess
you were the designated sacrifice?"

"Oh, no!  He did all of us!  Well, three of us, anyway.  Jolene
missed out." I said.

"Damn!  You're the Man, Steve!" Bud exclaimed.

Steve looked like he hoped this didn't go any further.  He could
see that Bud and Jolene were into each other, and the next
logical piece of information revealed would be the fact that
Jolene had had her mouth all over his cock while he blew his
load.

Everyone had their reasons for dropping this subject right where
it was, so I decided to help out by changing the subject.

"We were all shocked as hell when Sara tossed our clothes," I
said.  "She said that she and her sister Lori do that sort of
thing to each other all the time.  Do any of you know of any
other adventures the Hendersons might have had?"

I didn't really expect an answer to that.  I knew Jolene didn't
know anything about it, or she would've said something at the
time.  Bud had known the Hendersons longer than I had, and I
expected him to say something.  I was surprised when Steve was
the one who spoke.

"I do," he said.  "It was at the New Year's Eve party at Bobby
McKinnon's house."

"I didn't know Bobby had a party on New Year's," I said.  I was
about to get mad over not being invited before I remembered that
Yvette would never have let me go anyway.

"Well, the thing is; neither did his parents.  They were in Tampa
at a party and didn't get back until late the next day.  Anyway,
Bobby had scored a couple of cases of beer from somewhere and we
were all ready to see the New Year in. Thinking back, it was
probably more than a couple of cases, because we were pretty well
blasted long before midnight.  The Hendersons were going back and
forth with this "dare you" stuff, but I didn't know what it was
all about until I saw both of them go out to the pool.  The next
thing I know, they're both naked and in the water.  Good thing
the pool was heated.  It must have been at least 60 degrees
outside - too cool to be running around in the buff.  And before
you ask - yes. I did get in too.  It was nice.  You would have
loved it, Sam."

"Yes, it sounds like it was a lot of fun."  I was still
disappointed at having missed it.  I made up my mind then that I
was not going to miss any more party invitations.  I said,
"Listen, if any of you hear anyone making any party plans, please
remind them that I'm available now, OK?"

Bud chuckled and tried to stifle it.

"What's so funny, Bud?" I asked.

"Sam, anywhere you are, that's where the party is," he said.

"Damn right!"  Steve agreed.

Jolene nodded energetically.  I felt better about having missed
Bobby McKinnon's party, but I was still determined to make up for
lost time.  I had been cooped up way too long and I was going to
work to catch up.

"Thanks, guys." I said.  "That's sweet of you to say."

Before I could get all teary-eyed, we heard a sharp crack and
looked up to see a foul ball sailing in our direction.  We all
scrambled to our feet to see if we could catch it.

It was angled further down the third-base line than where we were
sitting, so Steve had a head start on getting under it.  I ran
right with him and timed it so I jumped at just the right time to
intercept the flight of the ball.  I went up right in front of
Steve and caught the ball a good two feet above his reach.  I
twisted around at the apex of my jump and aimed my bottom right
at Steve so he either had to catch me or dodge and let me hit the
ground.

Steve's reflexes were pretty good and I landed right in his arms
with one of mine over his shoulder and the hand with the ball
right under his nose.  He made a 'whoof' sound when he caught me,
but he stayed on his feet.  I was impressed.  It must have been
like catching a sack of flour being thrown off the back of a
truck.

Steve was impressed, too.  I could see it in his face when he
looked at me, sitting there holding the ball and grinning.  I
thought he would put me down, but he just hugged me closer to him
and smiled back.  If he had been put off by being beat to the
ball, he was hiding it well.  

I was enjoying being held and had just begun to survey things
from Steve's lofty elevation when we heard a voice from the
infield.

"Hey!  Can we have the ball back?  Those things don't grow on
trees, you know!"

Steve lowered me to the ground and I cocked my arm to throw the
ball back, when I had a second thought.  Instead of throwing it
myself, I tossed it to Steve.

"You throw it back," I said.  "I throw like a girl."

Steve reached back and threw the ball all the way over the head
of the waiting third baseman right to the pitcher standing on the
mound.  I clapped to show my appreciation.  

Steve sat back down on the grass and I sat down next to him.  I
thought about it for a second, then I crawled over into his lap
and leaned back against his broad chest.  He put his right hand
on my knee and I took it in both of mine and pulled it between my
thighs, clamping my knees together to hold it there.  

He cleared his throat and said, "You may throw like a girl, but
you catch like a Wide Receiver."

"So I'm wide, hunh?"

Steve put his free arm around me and tried to encircle my torso
with it at the level of my breasts.  He only made it halfway
before his palm landed right on the nipple of my right breast. 
He squeezed my breast and I went limp against him.

"Hmmm," he said softly, nuzzling my ear.  "You're nice and wide,
all right."  Then he kissed my neck and I leaned my head over,
inviting more of the same.  Steve happily obliged.

I glanced over at Bud and Jolene and saw that they were similarly
involved.  Jolene seemed more relaxed now that she had someone to
keep her company while she and Bud explored each other.

The fact that we were all on public display discouraged any
serious sex play, but none of us was inhibited about kissing and
petting.  As things progressed, Steve became more enthusiastic
and I became more aroused and less concerned about being a public
spectacle.

I hadn't realized that he had untied the back of my halter until
I felt his hands cupping my breasts with my nipples poking out
between his fingers.  The feeling of his fingers pulling on my
nipples me made me quiver.  His hands were rough from the iron
weights and I could feel the calluses scrape my tender flesh.  He
was less than gentle about it and I was even more turned on by
this rough handling.  I moaned rather loudly with pleasure and
arched my back to press my breasts even harder into his hands.

Steve was encouraged by my response.  He took both my nipples
between the thumb and index finger of each hand and tugged them.

"Harder," I told him in a husky whisper.  "Do it harder."

He rolled my nipples in his fingers and tugged harder, pulling
them out and making them stretch.

"OH, YES!" I said, much too loudly.  Out of the corner of my eye
I saw Bud and Jolene turn to look.  "Oh, Steve!  Yes!  God!  I
love it!" I tried to whisper, but my voice kept trying to break
into a shriek of pleasure.

Steve kept on rolling my nipples and squeezing my breasts.  I
wondered if he had spent time on a dairy farm the way he was
milking my teats.  His rough hands on my super-sensitive nipples
were making me wild with desire.  I couldn't keep still and when
I squirmed around in his lap, I could feel his cock getting hard
under my butt cheeks.

Steve pulled and stroked me until I was squealing with each hard
tug and gasping in between.  My top had ridden up over his hands
and was bunched around my neck.  My breasts, with their hugely
engorged nipples, were exposed.  He was pulling so hard that I
could see my flesh being stretched out.  The sight of my nipples
being stretched so far out made me so hot that I knew I was going
to cum in a matter of seconds.

"Oh, Steve!  I'm going to cum." I told him, breathlessly.  "Pull
real hard and make me cum.  Pull hard!"

Steve took me at my word.  He gripped my nipples tightly and
pulled out so hard that he pulled me away from his chest and made
my breasts point in different directions.  He squeezed my puffy
areolas so hard that they bulged.  The feeling was just what I
needed to go over the top.

"YES!  I'm CUMMING!  OH!  YES! AH!  AH! AAAAEEEEEIII!"  As my
orgasm blasted through me, I lost the ability to vocalize words
and just squealed continuously.

Steve eased up on my breasts, but he kept touching and stroking
me as my orgasm rolled on.  His caresses made my climax last and
last until I finally wound down and slumped back against him in a
daze.  When I went limp he wrapped his arms around me and hugged
me.  He rocked me like a baby until I recovered enough to become
aware of my surroundings again.

When I opened my eyes, I remembered all the noise I had made and
looked around.  I was afraid I had gotten us all in trouble, but
we seemed to be all alone.

"Don't worry," Steve said.  "Everyone is gone.  Practice is over
and everyone left but us.  Only Bud and Jolene here heard you."

"Good," I mumbled.  I was still really buzzed from cumming.  I
was twitching all over and still breathing hard.  "Oh, Steve! 
That was wonderful!  Thank you!"

"You're amazing," he said.  "I never knew girls could cum from
just pulling their nipples.  And that's not all..." He held out
his hands.  Milk was still dripping from his fingers.  All that
nipple action had started me lactating again.

I turned around to face him and straddled his thighs.  I got up
on my knees to bring my breasts closer to his face and put my
hands under my breasts to offer them to him.

"Would you like to try some while it's still fresh?" I asked.  I
hadn't prepared Steve for the news that I gave milk like a prize
Guernsey.  I was worried how he would take it.

It turned out that I needn't have been concerned.  Steve latched
onto a nipple and started sucking away without a second's
hesitation.  I relaxed and let it flow.

"Mmmm!" Steve said, without taking my nipple out of his mouth.  I
saw him swallow several mouthfuls before he switched to the other
breast to check the flavor there, too.  When he had his fill he
sat back and licked his lips.

"Tastes like Butter Pecan," Jolene said, "doesn't it?  Only
without the nuts."

Steve nodded immediately in agreement with this description.  I
saw him do a double-take as he looked at Jolene and then another
when he saw Bud nodding as well.

"If no one wants another taste?" I asked unwinding my halter from
my neck.

"No, thanks," Jolene said.  "It would spoil my supper."

While I retied my halter, Bud and Jolene lay back down on the
grass and resumed necking.  Steve looked at me like there was
something he wanted to ask, but he said nothing.  I thought I
knew what it was.  When I sat back down in his lap onto his hard
cock, I was sure of it.

After a quick look around to be sure were still alone, I rolled
to one side and slipped off my shorts.  I quickly yanked down the
front of Steve's shorts and took hold of his nice hard cock.  He
jumped when I pulled it out and his eyes went real wide when I
straddled him and impaled myself on his big boner.

I put my hands on his shoulders and looked him straight in the
eyes as I pressed down hard on him and started working his cock
over with my pussy muscles.  I had almost complete control by now
and I had already proven to both of us that I could bring him off
without any apparent effort on the part of either of us.  It was
something I was proud of and I wanted to show off.

It was a lot of fun to watch Steve's face while my pussy made
love to his cock.  He got all sorts of strange expressions.  The
best was when I rippled up and down over and over.  He got real
bug-eyed when I did that, so I kept it up and it was only a few
minutes before he tensed up and I felt him spray my insides with
his cum.  The hot cum hitting the back of my pussy felt really
good.  

It felt so good that I had a small climax in sympathy with his. 
I could feel my cervix twitch and my womb contract to suck up all
his cream.  I focused on opening my cervix and turning my uterus
into a vacuum-cleaner to try to get all the cum deep inside where
it would do me some good by helping me keep my hormones under
control.

I tried to squeeze Steve's cock as hard as I could to get every
drop out of it.  When I did that, he went, "Oh God!  Oh
GodOhGodOhGod!  Oh, please stop, it's too much!"  

I didn't know that boys got over-stimulated like that.  I knew
that sometimes I would rub my clit too much and not be able to
touch it for a while because it would get so hard and sensitive
that the slightest touch would make me cum again right away, but
I didn't know it happened to boys, too.

I was tempted to keep going, to see if I could make him crazy
from dry-cumming; but I took pity on the big guy after a bit and
let him calm down.

After he had recovered, he said, "Damn, Sam!  That was
incredible!  How do you do that?  It felt like your pussy was
eating me alive.  No girl has ever done that to me before."

"Thank you, sir.  It's nice to have my talents appreciated," I
said.  I wiggled my hips and ground my pussy into his groin.  I
squeezed his cock again.  "Your cock is still hard.  I can feel
it."

"That's because you've got such a tight grip on it that the blood
can't get out."

"Well, that's convenient," I said, teasingly.  "So I can keep you
hard as long as I want?  I may just stay like this a while
longer."

"There's nothing I would like more," Steve said, sincerely.  "But
I think it's time all of us were getting on home."  He showed me
his watch.  It was very late.  My consolation was that Bud was
going to be as late getting home as I was.  But Bambi would be
wondering were we both were.

With a big show of effort, I pried my pussy off Steve's cock. 
When the head finally came free, there was a slurping, popping
sound that made us both laugh.  I pulled his shorts back up, but
did not get off him right away because he was staring at me.  He
admired my shaved pussy and then put his hand between my legs and
stroked his fingers through my slit.  I shuddered at his touch
and waited eagerly to see if there was anything else he wanted to
do to me.  The way I felt, he could have done anything at all and
I would have loved it.

"Do you need a towel or something," he asked.

I knew then what he was thinking.  I had taken two loads of cum
from him in as many hours and none of it had come out.  He was
wondering if I was going to have to walk home with his cum
running down my legs.

"No, thanks," I told him.  "I'm good."  I patted my tummy for
emphasis.  "I'll just hang onto this for a while.  I like the
feel of it inside me.  And if it does come sliding out of me
while I'm walking home, and it runs down my legs; then so be
it."

By the look on Steve's face, I could see that the picture of me
walking along the sidewalk with his cum running down my thighs
appealed to him.

"Damn!" He said, shaking his head.

Bud and Jolene had cooled off and were waiting for me.  Bud said,
"Careful, Steve.  Sam doesn't stop at sex below the waist.  She
believes in sex between the ears, too.  She'll tell you things
that get you so turned on that you'll want to fuck her on sight
next time."

"Hush!" I said to Bud.  "Don't spoil it for him."

"Not possible," Steve said, shaking his head again.  "She's
already messed my head up real bad.  I've got a lot of things to
think about before Monday.  A lot of things I thought I knew
about girls are turning out to be wrong."

"You too, hunh?" Bud said.  "Jim and I had the same problem.  She
set us straight on a lot of stuff.  It's made a big difference. 
Let me tell you, if she gives you some advice?  Take it.  She
does very good advice.  She will fuck with your head til you're
dizzy, but she won't bullshit you.  That reminds me.  Sam, if you
get a call from Joey Valdes, I told him he could talk to you
about his sister.  Is that OK?"

I nodded.  Steve cocked his head and looked at me as though
trying to decide whether to believe what Bud told him.  He set
his jaw and nodded with a thoughtful look.  I decided that he'd
had enough for one day and I stood up.  Everyone else got up too
and we all headed back to the schoolyard, Steve to get his car
and Jolene to get her bicycle from the rack.  Bud and I went with
Jolene to keep her company and so she and Bud could be together
as long as possible.

When we had covered the few blocks back to the school, Steve
hugged me goodbye.  It wasn't until I felt his hands on my bare
butt that I realized that I didn't have anything on but the
halter-top.  I was so buzzed from the sex that I had forgot all
about my shorts and had walked all the way back bare-assed.  Good
thing we hadn't met anyone on the way.

Steve smiled and held out my little pair of shorts.  "Here," he
said, "I thought you might remember these eventually."

I took the shorts and tried to hit him with them as he ran for
the cover of his car, but he was too quick.  When I turned
around, Bud and Jolene were beside themselves laughing.

"Why didn't either of you say something?" I asked, crossly.  I
was more excited than mad.  A small voice in the back of my head
wished it had known all along so I could have enjoyed it more.  I
toyed briefly with the idea of seeing if I could walk home
bottomless, but I decided I had had enough fun for one afternoon
and I stepped into the shorts.

When Bud caught his breath, he said, "Sis, you and Steve were so
in your own world back there that we really didn't want to
intrude.  And if you didn't notice, Steve should have said
something.  He had the shorts, after all.  Anyway, no one who
sees you walking along will be looking below your waist.  You
might be used to how you look, but the rest of us may never be. 
And, with your all-over tan and your, um, haircut, you have to
look really close to see that you don't just have on a pair of
tight tan slacks."

"Really, Sam," Jolene added, "I hardly noticed either until I saw
that Steve had your shorts in his hand.  After that, I was too
eat-up with the idea of doing it myself to even think about
whether I should mention it to you.  Ever since we ran around
naked the other day, I've hardly been able to think about
anything else.  That was just the sexiest thing and the biggest
turn-on I've ever done."

Hearing that Jolene was obsessed with exhibitionism and risky
behavior distracted me from dwelling on my own accidental
exposure.  Jolene was such an innocent that I didn't want her to
try something on her own that might have serious consequences.  I
wondered if there was some way to allow her to safely explore her
urges.  It didn't take much thinking before I realized that the
answer was right under my nose.

"Bud, have you ever seen Jolene naked?" I asked.

Bud's mouth dropped open and he looked Jolene up and down before
answering.  Jolene blushed a deep red and crossed her arms in
front of her.  The answer was obvious.

"No." he said.

"Well," I continued, "on Saturday you will.  Now, Jolene, you go
on home and think about that."

Jolene clapped both hands over her mouth and her eyes got real
big.  Clearly, the idea appealed to her, too.

After Jolene pedaled off unsteadily on her bike, Bud and I walked
home.  I felt confident that Jolene would not be getting in any
trouble with something to look forward to.  Looking down at the
bulge in Bud's pants, he was looking forward to it too.  I was
even looking forward to it myself.  Jolene's problem only
manifested itself in situations where she was alone with a boy. 
In every other way she seemed to be as adventurous and as willing
as anyone could want.  She had been willing to do anything Janice
or I could think of when the three of us were together.  When we
had to sneak through the locker room, she had been right there
with the rest of us.  When we lined up against the wall of the
gym and offered ourselves to Steve, she hadn't hesitated to
surrender her virginity right then and there.  I thought that
under controlled circumstances she could easily go all the way. 
I just felt that she was trying to ride the biggest bull at the
rodeo on her first time out of the chute.

I was walking along and admiring the bull's bulge when Bud said,
"How do you do that?"

"What?"

"You always know what to tell someone to make them crazy.  It's
like the trick with the blue monkey.  You know, where you tell
someone not to think of a blue monkey and then that's all they
can think about?"

"I just try to put myself in their place.  I try to think of
something they would like to do, but wouldn't do on their own. 
Then I tell them that it's going to happen.  Now they've got
something exciting to look forward to.  It's like I've given them
permission to live out their fantasy.  They keep thinking about
it and how exciting it is and pretty soon there is no stopping
them from doing it."

"But you seem to know what their fantasy is.  I guess that's how
you get people to go along with whatever you want to do.  They
put themselves in your hands and then you make their fantasies
come true.  That must be a great feeling, to be able to make
people's dreams come true."

I stopped right there on the sidewalk to think about that.  It
had never occurred to me that that's what I was doing.  I had
sometimes felt guilty about manipulating people.  I justified it
by telling myself that I wasn't really making people do things
that they didn't want to do anyway.  I never thought of it as
making dreams come true.

"Is that really how you feel about it?"  I asked.

"Sure," he said.  "Like I know you are going to do everything you
can to get me and Jolene together.  I guess that's our dream.  I
don't see how that does anything for you, though."

I had to think about that.  Getting Jolene and Bud in bed
together had become one of my pet projects.  I couldn't explain
why it was important to me in any selfish terms.  They had both
asked for my help and I was determined not to let them down. 
They were my friends and their happiness was important to me.  I
was just as passionate about making them happy as I would have
been about protecting them from danger.  That thought resonated
somewhere, but I couldn't put my finger on why.  I gave Bud the
only explanation that I understood well enough to put into
words.

"Do you like being around people who are unhappy?  Do you like
hanging with guys who are moaning and bitching all the time?" I
asked.

"No way.  Some guys think it's cool to act like they're pissed
all the time, but it's just depressing."

"I feel the same way.  So I do the best I can to make the people
around me; my friends, and my family as happy as I can.  If I can
do that in a way that makes me happy too, then that's just
perfect!"

"But how do you know what will make people happy?"

"Sometimes it's obvious.  Sometimes they tell me.  The best way
to know is to ask.  Like now.  What would make you happy night
now, Bud?"

He smiled as me, then the smile turned into a smirk.  Then he got
a serious look.

"Don't think too hard," I said.  "Go back and tell me what you
thought of first.  That's usually the best answer."

"Well, the first thing I thought of was that I'd sure like to
have a blow job.  My dick is twitching and my balls ache."  He
went back to smiling as he said it.

"OK," I said.  "Right here on the sidewalk?  Or would you like to
go behind that hedge?"  I stepped close and lightly touched the
outline of his cock through his shorts.

"You mean it?  You'd do that right now?  Even right here where
everyone can see us?"

"Yes.  If it would make you happy."  I stroked his cock through
the shorts and I felt it throb as it got harder.  

Bud got that serious look again.  He was thinking about
something, which was good, but too much thinking can make you
take life too seriously.  I had learned that lesson the hard way.
 Thinking is good, but sometimes you just need to be happy and
not overanalyze why.

"Stop that!" I said.  "What was the second thing you thought
of?"

He gulped and looked away, like he was embarrassed to say.  It's
funny how people who have been as intimate with you as it is
possible to get can still find it hard to talk to you.  I
wondered if the reason a lot of marriages didn't work out because
the couple could fuck but not talk.

"Well," he said.  "We heard you telling Steve how you'd walk home
with his cum running down your legs.  I thought about how it
would turn me on more to see you walk home with my cum all over
your breasts."

"Wow!" I said.

"Yeah, I know, it's gross..."

"No.  I mean 'Wow' what a really hot idea!"

"You mean, you'd do it?"

"Damn right, I'll do it.  Top on or bare-breasted?"

"Oh, shit!  You would, wouldn't you?  No.  Top on, please.  Oh,
damn!  C'mere."

The yard we ducked into had a For Sale sign in it and the house
had no curtains in the windows, so we knew it was safe as long as
we could get out of sight from the street.  It must have been
empty for some time because there was a hedge along the edge of
the sidewalk that should have been only waist-high, but had grown
up to almost six feet tall.

Once we were off the street, I took off my halter top and stuffed
it into my bag.  Bud pulled his shorts and his jock down to his
knees.  His cock sprang up away from his crotch and bounced
invitingly.  I licked my lips and got down on my knees in front
of him.

I ran my hand along it and his beautiful cock became hard as
stone in record time.  I could see the veins pop out and the skin
become taut as it came to attention for me.  I kissed the head
gently and it bobbed as it twitched.  Making out with Jolene had
Bud so worked up that he couldn't last very long.

"Let me know when you are about to cum, OK?" I reminded him.

He nodded and put his hands on his hips.  I reached under his big
cock and cupped his balls in my hand as I slipped my mouth over
his shiny cockhead.  As I sucked on his cock, I stroked the shaft
with one hand and caressed his balls with the other.

"Damn!" He said.  "This won't take long.  I need to cum real
bad."

I forced my mouth further onto his thick cock until the head was
almost plugging my throat.  I worked my tongue all over the
tender underside and soon had his cock jumping and twitching in
my mouth.  Bud moaned and rotated his hips, twisting his cock
around.

I sealed my lips on the shaft and started a rhythmic sucking. 
This put Bud over the top and he rose up on his toes and tensed
up his stomach.

"I'm gonna cum!  Oh, I'm gonna cum." He moaned.

I pulled back off his cock and gave the head a quick lick before
pointing it at my collarbone.  I held it steady as Bud pushed his
hips forward.  His big cock began to pour cum out onto my chest.
One hot stream after another spewed out, spattering me with
sticky white stuff.  Cum ran down over and between my breasts,
covering them  and dripped from my nipples.  The feeling was
fantastic.  The sight was amazing.

When Bud ran dry, I wrung the last few drops out of his cock
before I stood up.  His eyes were big as he admired the job he'd
done on me.

"Wow!" He said.  "That is so hot!"  He looked at my cum-covered
breasts and pumped his fist around his still-hard cock.  

If he could stay hard right after cumming so much, then this was
something I wanted to see.  I posed for him so he could better
indulge his fantasy of seeing me covered in his cum.  When he
continued to work his erection, I decided to help.  I used my
finger to scoop a big drop of cum off my nipple and let him watch
me lick it off.

"Mmmmm!  Tasty!" I smacked my lips. Then I said in my sexiest
voice, "Can you give me some more?  Can you cum for me again? 
Please, Bud, cum for me again."

Bud got a wild look in his eyes and pumped his cock even faster
than before.  I watched in amazement as he abused it.  He was
being so rough that I thought he must surely be hurting himself.
His cock got red from the friction and the head turned almost
entirely purple from the pressure.  

Bud eased off and slowed his strokes until he was just lightly
stroking the biggest erection I had ever seen.  Even for him, it
was monumental.  His cock was swollen so big and hard and the
skin was stretched so taut that it looked like it had been carved
out of red marble.  The sight of it made me so hot that I
quivered with desire.  My clit was trying to match the steely
hardness of his cock and my nipples were so hard they felt like
they were about to break off.

I tore my gaze away from his cock to see him looking at me with
an expression that made his need as clear as crystal.  I stripped
out of my shorts in one quick motion and stepped over to the edge
of the porch of the empty house.  I knew I was about to be fucked
hard, so I hopped up on the edge of the porch and braced my back
against one of the square wooden posts holding up the roof.

Bud stepped out of his shorts and his jock and advanced on me
holding his massive cock like a fleshy sword.  The look in his
eyes said I was in for the fucking of my life.

I pulled my legs up and grabbed hold of my ankles.  I spread open
as far as I could to expose my eager pussy, now dripping with
juice.  When he put the head of his cock between my engorged
labia and pressed it into my opening, I nearly fainted from the
anticipation alone.  

He pressed into me harder and harder.  The look on his face was
one of determination and lust.  

I squealed and whimpered as he forced his monstrous cock into me.
 I could feel it spreading and stretching me inside as he pushed
it deeper.  My tummy started to tremble and my pussy started to
twitch as he ravished me.  His powerful lust was infectious.  It
radiated from him like heat and started a blaze in me that grew
hotter with every inch of cock that he forced into my pussy.

With only a few inches left to go, Bud put his hands on my hips
and took a firm grip.  I saw all the muscles of his chest and
abdomen tense as he pushed forward and pulled back on my hips,
shoving the rest of his big cock into me with one brutal lunge.

As he ground his pelvis into mine, I saw his lips skin back from
his teeth in a feral snarl.   I expected him to howl to announce
his conquest of me, but he only rumbled deep in his throat. 
After giving me only a few seconds to get used to his cock, he
started to fuck me with short, hard strokes.  Each time he thrust
forward, he pounded into me hard enough to make my breasts
bounce.  He became like a machine, shoving into as deeply as he
could over and over again.  I realized that with such economy of
motion, he could keep this pace up for a long time.

His battering attack quickly brought me to the verge of orgasm. 
I hung there, nearly delirious with arousal, while he continued
to fuck me with those short pulsing strokes.  With glacial
slowness I got closer and closer to climax.  It was almost
agonizing to feel myself getting microscopically hotter with each
thrust, but still not to cum.

I completely lost track of time.  It could have been hours for
all I knew.  Bud fucked on and on without pause and without
variation.  I became aware that the climax I had been reaching
for had arrived, but my arousal had reached such a white-hot
intensity that there was hardly any difference.  The transition
was so gradual and so subtle that I couldn't say just when it
happened.  One moment in a sea of no-time and I was aware that I
was climaxing.  In the next moment, awareness seemed to slip away
and only the climax remained.  It was the same 'one perfect,
clear note' feeling that I had had before when my body and my
brain had reached a state of such intense stimulation that no
other sensation could intrude.  It was nirvana and I reveled in
it.  For me, the world simply went away, leaving me alone,
immersed in an ocean of pure ecstasy.

Somewhere on the far side of eternity, I became aware that Bud
had stopped and was pressing into me as hard as he could.  The
end of his cock was mated with my cervix and I knew that any
second he would be pouring his jizz directly into my womb.  I
waited patiently, eagerly anticipating his gift.  I visualized my
womb opening up to him, my already well-dilated cervix spreading
even wider.

With a deep grunt, Bud tensed.  His cock twitched once and then
began to throb and pulse as he came.  I felt only a couple of
spurts, but the contractions went on for over a minute as he
climaxed.  When they finally stopped, he remained perfectly
still, as though any movement at all would start him up again. 
We stayed locked together like this for a long time, as his
climax wound down and his cock slowly went limp inside me.

My own orgasm looked like it would last for a long time.  As
gradually as it had begun, it was just as gradually fading.  Even
when Bud backed off and his cock fell free of my gaping hole, it
remained a powerful force within me, making me glow with pleasure
and joy.

"Wow!" He said huskily.  "That was intense!"  He stood with his
feet apart, his cock swinging free between his legs.  I saw a
single drop of cum gather and fall from the tip.

I let go of my ankles and slowly lowered my feet to the ground. 
My legs must have screamed in agony at having been in one awkward
position for so long, but I was so saturated with pleasure that I
didn't notice.  I did find that I had to hold onto Bud's arm
while I bent down to retrieve my clothes, otherwise I would have
collapsed in a heap on the ground.

As I dressed, I said, "Bud, that was the best ever.  I have to
tell you, that was awesome.  But you need to be careful   I'm
sure you would have killed any other girl and severely injured
most farm animals with that thing!"

He laughed a short, snorting laugh.  "Yah.  I know.  That's why
it's so great with you.  I know you can take it.  I know I can
relax and let go with you.  God, you're fantastic."

"Thank you, sir.  The rougher you are, the better I like it."

"Yeah.  Jim told me about some of the stuff you two get up to. 
It's hard to imagine that you are that tough.  I mean you look
so...girly."

"I'll take that as a compliment, thank you.  Damn!  You know I'm
still cumming.  I'm going to be cumming for hours!"

"Really?  Jeez, girls have it good.  Guys only get a few seconds
and it's over."

"We better get home.  It's really late.  Mom will be wondering
where the heck we are."  I pulled my halter over my head and tied
it on.  It tried to stick to the nearly-dry coating of cum on my
breasts.  I loosened both ties so it would hang loose in front of
me instead of getting glued to my skin.

Bud looked at the large amount of cum-covered flesh on display
and said, "Damn!  That is just so hot, Sis!"

"Oh, no!" I laughed.  "Don't start that again!"

When we had both got decent again, we resumed our walk home. 
There were only a couple of blocks to go, so we would be there
soon.

"You know," Bud said in a conspiratorial tone, "I almost wish
someone else could see that."

"Don't worry.  Someone will."

"What? Who?"

"Mom."

"NO!  You're not going to show Mom!"  He seemed genuinely
panicked at the suggestion.

"Sure.  She's going to notice, you doof.  If she didn't, I'd
still show her."

"But WHY?"

"Because she's the one person who will appreciate it most.  She
will think it's just as hot as you do.  And she will be very
proud of you for doing it."

Bud seemed stunned.  The idea that his mother would be impressed
by his sexual prowess was truly alien to him.

"I'm not saying you're wrong," he said, choosing his words
carefully, "but I don't see why Mom would be interested."

"Silly.  Your mother is interested in every aspect of your life.
Keenly interested, I should say.  You don't talk to her nearly
enough.  You'll be amazed.  Why do you think she's been spoiling
you rotten all your life?"

"Ah, she loves us?"

"Damn right!  She wants you to be happy and she wants you to be
well-adjusted.  She went overboard trying to make you happy.  Now
it's my job to try to make you well-adjusted."

"WHAT?"

"'What?' what?"

"Then you don't really care about me.  You're just doing this for
my mother?"

I stopped in my tracks.  Something had gone seriously wrong with
this conversation and it needed to be addressed right away.

"Bud, it's time to be serious.  We had a discussion earlier that
I thought you understood.  I know Jim understood it, but
apparently you missed the point, so let me go over a few things.
Do you remember last Saturday night?"

"Hunh?  Heck, yes!  I'll never forget it."

"Bud, what do you think I was prepared to do to keep those men
from hurting my family and my friends?"

That got his attention.  He got real serious as he thought back
over how scared he was and what he saw go down in his own family
room.

"At first, I thought we were all dead, or worse.  Then I thought
you were going to sacrifice yourself to save us.  Then I thought
you were going to kill those two men.  I guess you were prepared
to kill or be killed to protect us.  That's serious heavy."

"That's what I do, Bud.  I fight bad guys to protect people.  You
could say it's my calling.  I'm going to do it the best I can. 
But when it comes to family and friends, that's only half of it.
The other half is doing everything I can to make you, all of you,
happy.  I am equally dedicated to both halves.  Do you know why,
Bud?"

"Because you care about us?"

"You got it.  You know what I'm prepared to do to protect and
defend you.  I'm equally committed to your happiness and
emotional well-being.  Don't ever doubt that.  Ever."

"Jeez.  I'm sorry, Sis.  I didn't think.  I really need an
attitude adjus....oh hell."  He got a funny look on his face,
like a lightbulb had just gone in his head.  He smiled and said,
"I get it.  It took a while, but I get it.  You're doing it to
Steve, too.  I saw it, but I didn't understand.  You probably do
it to everyone.  I just haven't been paying close enough
attention.  Heck, you even sat Jim and me down and told us flat
out that you were going to change our attitudes about some
things, and that we should pay attention.  You even told us why.


"You not only want to protect people from each other, you want to
protect them from themselves.  You want to change people's
attitudes about things that you know will make them unhappy. 
You've been trying to change our attitudes about Mom.  You...oh,
of course!  After Dad died, Mom wouldn't talk about him.  If we
mentioned him, she got real sad and very quiet.  But lately,
whenever she thinks of him, she's happy.  It's almost like he's
not really dead, he's just away on a trip and he'll be back
anytime now.  You did that.  You totally changed her attitude
about him so she would be happier.  

"Damn.  Saying you didn't care about me was like the worst thing
I could have said.  You do care.  You care one great big
huge...oh, duh.  Oh, hell.  I'm an idiot.  There is a word that
we haven't been saying.  I bet you've been waiting to hear it
from me.  Well, you deserve it.  I love you, Sam."

As much as we rationalize our behavior to ourselves, it takes
having it explained to you by someone else to make you really
understand it.

"Thanks, Bud.  I love you, too.  Now we better get home before
Mom wears out that curtain in the front window."

Bud squinted down the street at our house at the end of the next
block.

"You're guessing, right?  Can you see that far?"

"Sure, can't you?  She's been peeking out that window every few
seconds.  Maybe you need your eyes checked."

"My eyes are fine.  20/20.  Maybe we should check yours."

"What next?" I thought.  We hurried on and managed to get home
before Bambi called out the National Guard to search for us.  



I hadn't touched the doorhandle when she pulled it open.

"Thank heavens you two are all right.  I've been worr...well,
I've been concerned," she said.  She looked us up and down to
satisfy herself that we were both OK.  She stopped when she saw
my breasts.

"What on earth is this?"  I think she knew exactly what it was. 
She just wanted to hear the explanation.

I untied the halter from my neck and let it fall, so she could
see the full extent of my condition.  She looked suitably
impressed.

"Look what your son did to me in the front yard of an empty house
on the way home from school!  He covered me in cum!  Can you
believe this?"

Bambi shook her head.  I snuck a look at Bud, who was standing to
one side, looking like he had been led into an ambush.

"And that's not all!"  I heard Bud groan and start to edge away
from me.  "Right afterward, he fucked me hard with the biggest
erection I ever saw.  He fucked me for a LONG time.  He made me
cum so hard I could hardly walk.  And that's why we were so late
getting home."

"Bud!" She said sharply.  He flinched but didn't break and run. 
"Did you do this to your sister?"

Bud nodded meekly.

"Well," Bambi said, "I must say, that is very impressive work
young man.  And you fucked her again right away, hard enough to
make both of you late getting home?  Most impressive!  Bud, I'm
very proud of you."  She put her arms around him and gave him a
big hug and a kiss on the cheek.  "Keep up the good work, son."

I thought her last comment was taking the gag too far.  The look
of utter confusion of Bud's face only lasted a few seconds.  I
swear I could hear the wheels turn in his head as he saw through
our charade.  Then his expression broke and he started laughing.
At that point we started laughing too.  

"You two are amazing.  You're more like sisters than Sara and
Lori.  You act the same, you look the same, and you sure think
the same.  You really got me good.  If Sam hadn't just been
explaining some things to me on the way home, I might have fallen
for it."

"What things?" Bambi asked.

"Well, she told me you would think what I did to Sam was hot.  I
didn't think so, but she did.  And you do, don't you?"

"And what makes you think that, young man?"  She planted her
fists on her hips.

"Well, I can see your nipples through that blouse, and they tell
me you think it's hot."

Bambi stood right in front of Bud and pulled her shoulders back,
putting her nipples as close as she could to his face.  "And what
are they telling you now?"

Bud smiled and reached out and pulled her blouse open.  He bent
over and kissed her hard nipples and gently sucked each one into
his mouth for further attention.

Bambi melted like butter in a hot frying pan.  She put her arms
around Bud and hugged him as tightly as she could.  When she let
go, she said, "Supper is in the oven.  Come on and eat it before
it dries out."  She walked off to the kitchen to begin serving.

"Aren't you going to tell her she forgot to close her blouse?" I
asked.

"Whatever for?" Bud said.



I ran upstairs for a quick cleanup before supper.  I really
needed a shower, but I didn't want to make everyone eat later
than necessary.  Still, I had to take time to call Connie and
invite her to over on Saturday.

The woman who answered the phone had a distinct Mediterranean
accent.  When I asked to speak to Connie, I heard her cover the
phone and call out loudly.  After a few seconds I could hear
Connie's voice in the background, asking who was calling.  After
that, just some whispering and scuffling as the phone was passed
around.

"Hello?"  Connie sounded surprised to be getting a phone call.  I
wondered if she spent too much time working to have much of a
social life.  

"Hi, Connie.  This is Samantha Kramer.  We met at the restaurant
and you gave me your number.  I'm sure you remember me."  I
emphasized the word 'sure' just in case.

"Oh, yes!  I remember."  She dropped her end of the conversation
so quickly that I had the feeling she wanted to say more.  I
guessed that whoever answered the phone was probably still in
earshot.

"Good.  I realize this is short notice, but I'm having a little
party Saturday and I thought this would be a good time for us to
get to know each other better.  That is, if you're not busy."

"Saturday?  No, I'm off Saturday.  Um, what time?"  She sounded
excited, which was good news.  But she still sounded inhibited,
like she was being overheard and couldn't talk freely.  I decided
to do most of the talking.

"I thought about 3 o'clock.  That would give us some time to hang
out outside and catch some rays.  We have a really nice deck with
a spa that I'm dying to use with some friends.  We'll have supper
here, probably delivery, but we can decide what later.  Dress
very casually, just bumming around clothes - you know.  Nobody
here to impress, just a few, ah, intimate friends.  Four or five
girls.  There may be a boy or two around the place, you've seen
them, but they won't bother us.  Unless you want them to, that
is.  Oh, if you'd like, you can sleep over.  It's a big house and
we have plenty of beds.  I'm sure we'll have lots of fun.  I hope
you'll come.  If you do, I know you will.  In fact I guarantee
it.  Say 'yes' if you understand."

"Yes!"

"Good, because I plan to make you cum until you scream for mercy.
 Say 'yes' if you want me to make you scream for mercy."

"Oh, yes!"

"Excellent.  Then I'll see you Saturday?"

"Yes.  I'd love to.  Thank you for inviting me."

"Great!  If you have a pencil, I'll give you the address."

"Oh, I know where the Reynolds' house is.  I'll see you then. 
Bye now."

"Bye."

That was short, but very interesting statement.  Connie knew who
Mrs. Reynolds was, and she knew the address and how to get here.
It wouldn't have taken much for her to look up the name in the
phone book or to ask around at the restaurant, but it showed
initiative on her part and I liked that.  She obviously wanted to
get to know me better, and I liked that too.  Connie was becoming
more interesting.



I took a quick shower and pulled on clean clothes to eat in and
went downstairs.  Bud and Bambi were just sitting down and I
noticed that there were only three places set.

"Jim not joining us tonight?" I asked.

"He's eating dinner with the Morgans," Bambi said.  "He'll
probably be over there all evening."

Jim was getting in as much time alone with Neeka as he could,
since she and I would probably be busy the rest of the weekend. 
I had a momentary flash of jealousy, which I quickly chided
myself for.  I was tempted to 'speak' to Neeka, but she and I
would be seeing quite a lot of each other from now on, and it
would be selfish of me to interrupt one of the few times that she
and Jim would have to themselves.  Or as much to themselves as
Mrs. Morgan allowed.  I smiled at that.  From what I had seen of
Fiona Morgan, there might not be too much chaperonage going on.

"Good!" I said.  "He was really looking forward to seeing her. 
I'm glad they found a way to get together."

"Did you see Jim after school?" Bambi asked.

"Briefly.  He was mooning after Neeka and getting underfoot.  I
told him to come back here and pester you instead.  Did he?"

"Oh, he and I had some quality time together.  Thank you.  We had
a nice talk and he told me about his interest in Monique.  He
even asked my advice on some plans he had for courting her.  It
was very...Victorian."  Bambi smiled at the recollection of their
discussion.

"If that means 'old fashioned', I agree.  They're both acting
like they're trying to relive the days when you sat in the parlor
with family all around and a touch of the hand was exciting.  I
think it's sweet."

"That's pretty much what they're doing.  They apparently found
out they were attracted to each other when they were in bed
together.  Now, they feel that they skipped over a lot and they
want to go back and enjoy all the things they missed out on. 
It's so terribly romantic.  Would you believe Jim thought of
this?" she asked.

"No!  Well, I guess I would.  I wouldn't think Neeka would come
up with it, but if Jim did, she'd be all for it."

"I don't know how long they plan to keep this up, but please,
both of you, don't do anything to spoil the mood for them."

"Oh no!  Never in a million years," I said.  "This is very
special.  They know where it's going and they can take all the
time they want getting there."   We ate in silence for a few
minutes, while I thought about Jim discussing his love life with
his mother.  I decided this was as good a time as any to share.

"Bud, do you want to go first, or should I."

"I will."  He said that so quickly that I knew he had been
thinking the same thing I had.  "Mom, Sam introduced me to a
really nice girl."

He went on to explain how much he liked Jolene and how she had a
problem that he was helping her with and how I had advised him to
be patient and take it slow.  Basically, he left out all the
interesting details.  From the way Bambi listened, I thought this
might have been the first time he had ever discussed anything
like this with her.

When he got to the part about them watching baseball practice, he
ended with, "...and then Sam and Steve joined us and she relaxed
enough for us to...ah, get closer."

"Steve?"  Bambi looked at me like she knew there was another
story to come.

I told her that I met Steve at school and that had we hit it off
and how he wanted to date me.  In deference to Bud, I left out
all the interesting details from my story, too.  I went on to
tell her about how Steve had this attitude that girls were weak
and how I was going to try to get him to see things differently.
When I finished, she looked at both of us like she wanted some
more information, but since this was more than she probably had
ever got before from Bud, she didn't dare press.  She did find a
way to ask a leading question, though.

"So, is this the same Jolene who's coming over Saturday?"

"One and the same.  Oh, I just got off the phone with Connie.
She's coming, too.  Just in case Bud steals Jolene away from me,
we'll still have a foursome."

"Can I at least visit a little?" Bud asked.

"Of course you can," I told him.  "If you and Jolene want to run
off by yourselves, that's great.  But I think you will do better
if you let her stay with the group most of the time.  She'll feel
more at ease and have a better time.

"That's the nice thing about making it an all-night party.  There
is time enough for everyone to get to visit with everyone else
and for everyone to get to do what they like.  No one gets left
out."

"That works for me," he said.  "I like your idea of having
sleep-overs.  At first I thought it was kid-stuff, but I see your
point about having time enough to get to know people.  A lot of
the parties I've been to sucked, either because they were too
rushed or too dependent on everyone liking the same thing.  I
remember Jeff's bowling party.  Jeff and a couple of other guys
could bowl, but for the rest of us who stank at it, it was
terrible.  And we were stuck with it, because they had rented the
lanes for the evening."

"Exactly.  I don't expect everyone to like to do the same thing.
Some of the most fun things are stuff you make up as you go
along.  Like Mom letting us play dress-up in her clothes. 
Everyone liked that a lot!"

"I must have slept through that part," Bud said.  "If you do that
again, wake me up."

"Oh, you like dressing in women's clothing?" I said.

"No, but I like seeing women dressed in sexy clothes.  And Mom's
are the sexiest."

"Bud!  That's the first time you have complimented my wardrobe!"
Bambi said.

Bud looked embarrassed for a second, but he looked at me and then
back at Mom.  He took a deep breath and said, "For the record, I
think you and Sam are the sexiest girls I have ever seen.  And
that includes TV, movies, and those magazines under my mattress.
Why do you think I have those things, anyway?  If I didn't whack
off now and then, I'd be walking around here with a hard-on most
of the time."

Bambi and I just looked at each other with our mouths hanging
open.  It was one of those compliments that are just so sincere
and so unexpected that you can't think of anything at all to say.
 Bud took our silence as an opportunity to get stuff off his
chest.

"When we got home, I said you two were more like sisters than
real sisters.  I've been thinking about that and I think it's the
truth.  It also makes it easier to talk to both of you if I think
of you both as sisters.  Mom, you just don't look or act old
enough to be a Mom.  That's been a big problem for both Jim and
me.  We've been trying to deal with being turned-on sexually by
our mother and that's not an easy thing to live with."

"Bud, would you rather I dressed more conservatively?" Bambi
said.  She looked a little dazed by what Bud had said, but she
wasn't about to abandon the dialog.

"It wouldn't do any good.  You'd be just as beautiful and sexy,
but overdressed.  Anyway, it wouldn't be you.  You can't stop
being who you are, and we shouldn't ask you to try.  Anyway, I
was just saying how I had found a way to deal with it that I
think will work for me.  Unless you have a problem with that?"

"Nooooo!  Bud, I'm incredibly flattered that you think I'm
beautiful and sexy and you are turned on my looking at me and
that you think I look and act young enough to be your sister
instead of your mother.  It makes me feel wonderful to hear you
say that.  If you are more comfortable relating to me that way,
then that's great.  I'm happy that you feel comfortable enough to
talk to me like this.  What brought this on?"

Bud glanced at me before answering.  Bambi followed his gaze.  I
felt like a third wheel.

"Sam and I were talking on the way home.  I feel very comfortable
talking to her.  She tells me stuff straight out without making
me guess what she's thinking.  If I say something to piss her
off, she says so right then and we work it out right then so
nobody goes off mad or anything.  She's a great sister and I'm
very glad she's a member of this family.  She told me what you
would think and how you would react when we got here.  Then the
two of you pulled that routine on me and I realized how alike you
are.  So if she's a great sister, then maybe you are too, and
I've had the wrong attitude all this time."

His chain of logic was so filled with compliments that I had no
interest in arguing with it.  If Bambi was fixated on his
admission that he thought she was beautiful and sexy, then I was
equally stuck on his calling me a member of the family.  He had
struck a chord in both of us that resonated with our fondest
dreams.



After supper, we were cleaning up so we could go downstairs and
relax in front of the Tube, when the phone rang.  Bambi answered
it with an expression that said if it were a telemarketer, they
would be getting an earful.  Her scowl turned into a smile a few
seconds later and she held out the phone to me with her hand over
the mouthpiece.

"It's Joey Valdes," she said.  "He said you were expecting him to
call."

I nodded and took the phone and waited while Bambi and Bud left
the room.  I pulled over a stool and sat down to talk.

"Hi, Joey!  How are you?"

"Hi, uh, Sam.  I'm OK.  Did Bud tell you I would call?"

"He sure did."

"Well, he said it was OK.  He said you were someone I could talk
to.  Someone I could trust."

"Joey, anything you tell me stays between us.  I swear.  If you
want help, I promise to help.  If you want advice, I will give
you the best advice I can.  If you just need someone to talk to,
I will just listen, OK?"

"OK.  Gee, thanks!  You know, I feel better already, just having
someone who will listen.  I really can't talk about this with
anyone else, you know?  I mean, I guess I need to get some stuff
off my chest."

"Is something bothering you, Joey?"

"Yeah.  It's my sister.  She's really getting on my nerves.  It's
driving me crazy."

"How old is your sister?"

"14.  She's two years younger than me and she's turning into a
real brat.  I feel like she's always picking on me and stuff. 
Because she's younger, my parents always take her side, so if I
say anything, it'll end up being my fault."

"What kind of things does she do that annoy you?"

"She's always underfoot, you know?  Whatever I'm doing, she tries
to get in the way.  I'll be totally minding my own business, and
she'll get in my face for no reason."

"Unhunh.  What else?"

"She tries to get me in trouble.  The other day, I was walking
past her room and the door was, like, standing open, so I glance
in while I'm walking past, OK?  I mean, I'm not trying to spy on
her or anything like that, the door is just open.  Anyway, she's
standing there with her bra off and I can see her tits and then
she gets all mad and screams and slams the door.  I swear, I
never tried to peek at her.  It wasn't my fault if she didn't
close the door."

"I see.  Was she getting dressed to go somewhere?"

"Hunh?  Well, not that I know of.  No.  We'd been home from
school for a while.  She wasn't going anyplace.  Supper was
almost ready."

"So what was she doing in her room half naked?"

"Gee.  I dunno.  I didn't think about it.  I was just too
upset."

"I think I know.  I think I know why she's always in your way all
the time and why she goes out of her way to torment you."

"Why?"

"Hormones."

"Hunh?"

"She's a little girl who's turning into a woman.  She's got all
these hormones running around her blood that are making her
crazy.  She's getting feelings she never had before and she
doesn't know what to do about them.  She undressed in her room
and waited for you to walk past so you would see her."

"That's crazy.  Why did she scream and slam the door then?"

"She's confused.  She's getting mixed signals from her head and
her body that tell her to act differently.  She's in your way all
the time because she wants you to notice her.  She's starved for
attention.  She needs someone to tell her it's OK, that the
feelings she has will sort themselves out in time. She showed
herself to you because she was trying to seduce you.  She slammed
the door because she felt guilty about it."

"Trying to seduce me?  But she's my little sister."

"She's still a girl whose sex drive is starting up and you're the
nearest boy.  She probably didn't even know what she was doing,
she was just acting out because of the feelings she had."

"But what can I do about it?"

"Be patient.  Be sweet.  Be understanding.  Don't let her make
you mad.  She's not trying to do that, specifically.  She's just
trying to get your attention.  It's an unconscious plea for help.
 She needs to practice liking boys and relating to them in a new
way and you're the one she has available to practice on.  Later
on, it will be her turn to be patient, sweet, and understanding
while you are dating all her friends."

"Um.  I hadn't thought about that."

"You see, if you are nice to her now, in a few years, she will be
telling all her girlfriends how wonderful you are and how you
really understand girls and their needs.  She'll have them
throwing themselves at you."

"So the next time she acts out..."

"Pay her some attention.  Sit down and talk to her.  Reassure
her.  Tell her she's turning into a beautiful woman."

"I can't say that!"

"Sure you can.  I know it will be hard.  Guys hate saying stuff
like that.  But right now she's afraid of what's happening to
her.  She needs to hear from someone she trusts that she's
turning into a butterfly instead of a frog."

"OK, I get it.  Hey, thanks.  I really appreciate this.  Bud was
right.  You're a great sister.  I wish you were mine."

"Thank you, Joey.  That means a lot to me.  Now you call me on
Sunday and tell me how things are going, OK?"

"OK.  Goodnight, Sam."

"Goodnight, Joey."



When I got downstairs, Bud and Bambi were all snuggled up on the
sofa, but the TV was still off.  They had somehow got to talking
and forgot about it.  They pulled me down between them and the
three of us sat and talked about school, teachers, friends, the
weather, and a whole bunch of trivial stuff.  Mostly we just
talked to justify sitting and being together.  Once Bud let Bambi
step out of the 'Mother' role, she relaxed the same way she had
upstairs when it was just us girls fooling around.  We seemed
much more at ease with each other and with ourselves and no one
wanted it to end.  We were all sad when bedtime came and we had
to go off to our own rooms.




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