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WARNING: This is a work of erotic fiction. It contains depictions of
nudity and graphic sex.

Author: A Strange Geek
Title: Now This Won't Hurt A Bit
Summary: Four teens have their first confrontation with the darkness
coming to Haven: a voluptuous school nurse sowing sexual chaos among
the students and teachers of Haven High.

Part: 18 of 38
Keywords: mf, ff, mF, Ff, FF, msolo, fsolo, Fsolo, oral, toys, mc, nc,
inc, teen, magic

Copyright A Strange Geek, 2006

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Heather threw the magazine towards the foot of the bed in frustration
and rubbed at her still bleary eyes. It lay face-down at the edge with
one page hanging over the side. It slowly slid further from view before
finally dropping to the floor.

Heather watched it fall and sighed.

She had not been sleeping as well as she used to lately. The change in
her mother's behavior had only made it worse. She used to sleep in on
holidays and weekends, and now she was up before Melinda most mornings.
This bothered Melinda to no end, and was just another source of
friction between them.

Though better friction than other feelings, she realized.

As if on cue with her thoughts, the bathroom door opened, and Melinda
trotted out. She was still nude from having just had her shower. She
barely paid any attention to Heather as she padded over to the dresser.

Heather, however, had her attention riveted on her younger sister.

It had not abated in the least. She still felt a tingling in her sex
whenever she saw Melinda naked. Even now her eyes roamed over the
girl's body. She felt a stronger tingle when she looked at Melinda's
breasts, or when she glimpsed the shaved pussy.

Heather noticed that there was not the least bit of stubble or regrowth
on the latter. She figured Melinda must be taking pains to do it
regularly.

Heather watched as Melinda bent over to snatch some underwear from one
of the bottom drawers. When Melinda straightened, she noticed the
scrutiny and looked over to Heather. "What?"

Heather felt herself growing damp in her sex. In her frustration, she
vented. "Melinda, do you have to do that? Do you have to parade around
naked like that?"

Melinda stared at her older sister. "Huh? What, you expect me to take
showers with my clothes on, now?" she snapped.

"You could at least put the bathrobe on."

"After you've used it? Eww."

"Well, a towel or something then."

"Crying out loud, Heather, it's just until I get across the room! Oh,
wait ... I know. This is going to be some joke about me being ugly,
right?"

Heather took a deep breath. She wished that were true. "No, Melinda, I
wasn't going to ..."

Melinda turned more fully towards Heather and took a step forward.
"I'll have you know that you don't have to have curly red hair or big
boobs like you to look nice to a guy!"

"I never said that, Melinda, I ..."

"Jason happens to think I look great. I'll remind you that I'm the one
he's boinking, not you!"

Heather swallowed. "Melinda, stop it, unless you want Mom to hear
that," she said in a shaky voice. "Look, I wasn't going to say any of
that, okay? Shit, Melinda, get a grip."

Melinda paused and then sighed. "Sorry," she said curtly, turning away.
She procured some other clothes from the dresser, slamming the drawer
shut each time. "I'm just pissed at you because you had to get Mom mad
at us."

"Huh? Me? I didn't do anything!"

"Then why'd she take away both our telephone privileges, huh?!" Melinda
cried shrilly. "Thanks for nothing, Heather!"

"That wasn't my fault! That was right out of the blue! I have no idea
why she did that!"

"Yeah, right," Melinda muttered as she pulled her panties on.

Melinda really did know that Heather didn't do anything to provoke
their mother. She needed someone to blame, however, and it was useless
to blame her mother. Her mother was not someone she felt she could vent
to anymore. Not with that aura around her. Melinda had the crazy notion
in her head that if she got her mother angry enough, her mother could
somehow send the aura to attack her. She knew this was ridiculous, but
the fear was persistent.

Heather suddenly pounded a single fist into the mattress and leapt off
the bed. She threw open the door hard, letting it swing back and bash
against the doorstop, causing a poster to fall from the wall with a
clunk.

Melinda looked at this in confusion and then mounting concern. She
hurriedly dressed and ran after her sister. She stopped at the top of
the stairs when she saw Heather coming around the bottom step and
grabbing the phone from the little table. Just as Heather was about to
hit the speed-dial, her mother's voice called out from the next room.

"Heather, put the phone down." Her voice grew closer as she continued
to speak. "You remember what I told you about weekend calls."

"It's Monday," Heather said tersely, hitting the speed dial button.

Penny quickly came into view. Melinda noted with some surprise that she
was dressed for work. Penny reached out and pressed the "off" button on
the receiver.

"I don't care, Heather. This is a holiday weekend. No calls."

Heather yanked the phone from her mother's grip. Melinda's eyes widened
and she leaned over the railing for a better look.

"I need to call Diane," declared Heather. "She was very upset when I
talked to her yesterday. She thinks I'm not her friend anymore. I have
to talk to her."

"Let it wait until tomorrow."

"No, I can't."

"Heather, don't talk back to your mother ..."

"I'll talk to you any way I damn well please."

/Holy shit,/ Melinda thought in astonishment. This was the first time
in years she could remember a row like this between Heather and their
mother. Heather was usually the complete darling that could do no
wrong.

Penny made a grab for the phone. Heather kept it out of reach. This
repeated several times as Penny tried to speak to her daughter again.

"That's it, Heather, put the phone down now ... put it ... Heather ...
/Heather!/"

"/Fine!/" Heather shouted. "You look like you're going to work, anyway.
I'll just wait until you're gone and then use the phone when you can't
stop me."

Melinda's jaw dropped. Yes, that's exactly what Heather would do in the
past on the rare occasion she was punished for something by restricting
a privilege. She would just wait and do it anyway when her parents were
not looking. Melinda just never heard Heather actually declare her
defiance this openly ahead of the fact.

There was a long silence. Finally, Penny sighed. "Use the phone. And
see if the price was worth that little temper tantrum. You're grounded
for two weeks."

"Yeah, fine, whatever, mother," Heather said. She turned away from
Penny and thumbed the speed-dial.

Penny shook her head and turned away.

Melinda quickly retreated and headed back into her room. She was
astounded by what she just saw. Heather had barely blinked when their
mother had grounded her! With as much as Heather liked to date and
socialize, that ...

Melinda furrowed her brow. She had just realized something. When was
the last time Heather had gone out on a date?

As she looked back on it, she realized only now that Heather had not
been on a date since she dumped Brad shortly after the House. For the
first week or so afterward she could understand. They were all in
something of a state of shock after the House. But since school
started, nothing. True, they were worried about what was going on at
the school, but Heather had not even shown a passing interest in it
anymore.

Now she wondered just what was up with her sister. She realized that
Heather had been profoundly changed by the House, but this didn't feel
right to her.

Melinda resolved to call Jason later. If Heather could get to use the
phone, so could she. And she wouldn't give a shit if she were grounded,
either.



"Diane, honey, are you all right?"

Diane blinked and looked up from her cereal. "Huh?"

Janet Woodrow cocked her head to one side, black wavy hair spilling
over one shoulder, and regarded her daughter with a skeptical look.
"You've been awful quiet and withdrawn these last few days," she said,
fixing her dark eyes on Diane. "Is there something you want to talk to
me about?"

Diane paused a moment. "I'm not sure."

Janet simply nodded and took a sip of her orange juice. If there was
one thing she had learned about her teenage daughter, it was that the
girl needed to talk about things at her own pace. If Janet pushed it,
it would make Diane shy away, or cover her true feelings with wit.

Diane was telling the truth. She was upset, but she was not sure which
of the two problems was bothering her the most. The first was the
perceived issue with her friendship with Heather. The second was the
school nurse.

"Does this have anything to do with your friend Heather?" asked Janet.

Diane opened her mouth to reply and had to pause when the sound of a
circular saw from the other side of the house drowned out her initial
words.

Janet sighed and rolled her eyes. When the saw stopped, she half-turned
in her seat and yelled, "Ralph, close the door to the garage! I can't
hear myself think in here!"

"Yes, dear," came a resigned voice, followed by the creak and slam of a
door. The next time the saw started up, it was greatly muffled.

"Sorry," Janet said. "He promised me he'd catch up with some repairs
around the house today."

Diane nodded absently.

"So what is it? Something wrong with you and Heather? It's like you
haven't been interested in hanging out with her as much anymore."

Diane didn't feel comfortable going there, not when there were other
feelings that she had to deal with. Her mother was open-minded about a
great many things, but she had no idea how Janet would react to the
idea that her daughter had a possible bisexual streak in her.

But the nurse was another issue. What Heather had told her about that
had truly worried her.

"Heather told me something about the school nurse," Diane said finally.

Janet paused, searching for a connection. "I guess I don't understand,
honey."

"You remember me telling you about the medical program at the school?"

Janet hesitated again. "Um ... I think so ..." She had to pause another
moment before finally nodding slowly. "Yes, now I remember. Are they
still doing that?"

"Well, yeah, of course. Mother, they only just started a few days ago."

"Yes, of course. I don't know why I didn't remember that at first."

"In fact, you weren't all that crazy about it."

Janet nodded again. She thought it odd that she had not recalled that
immediately. "Yes, that's right. I'm still not, but, well, if that's
what the school wants ..."

"Heather told me that there may be something wrong with this nurse,
that she might not be a real nurse."

Janet stared at her daughter with a suddenly very serious look in her
eyes. "Wait a minute. Not a real nurse? What do you mean by that?"

"That's just it, I'm not sure. Heather had to get off the phone before
she could explain it any further."

Janet leaned back in her chair. "Does she have any proof?"

"I don't know. She said she and her friends were trying to get proof."

"Why don't they just go to the principal with this?"

Diane shrugged. "I don't know. This is the first time she's mentioned
it, mother."

Janet sighed through her nose. "You know, I really am not at all
pleased with this policy," she said. As she continued to think hard
about this, the fuzziness that had settled into her mind about the
medical program disappeared. Now her thoughts came in crystal clear on
the matter, as did her opinion. "No, I am not pleased about it at all."

"I remember Heather being upset about this when I talked to her last
week," said Diane. "She was worried about being in the room alone with
this nurse."

Janet looked thoughtful for a few moments. "I think I'm going to call
up the school tomorrow morning and ask a few questions about this
medical program."

"Um, maybe you better not mention the stuff Heather told me ..."

"I won't, dear. These are my own concerns, really. I can't for the life
of me figure out why I didn't think of them before."

Diane nodded. At least she felt a little better about that problem. She
would leave it in her mother's hands.

Unlike a lot of teenage girls, Diane had a very good relationship with
her mother. She trusted her mother not to interfere in her own life too
much, so that any questions that were asked Diane knew were
well-intentioned. So she was perfectly willing to defer this matter to
Janet.

The only odd thing was that Diane did indeed remember her mother
voicing these concerns before, but for whatever reason, they were not
acted upon. Janet got distracted by something with Ralph, and after
that was over, she seemed to drop the matter. Diane had assumed that
her mother had decided it was okay and had left it that.

"So is there anything else you need to tell me?" asked Janet.

Diane paused a moment and then shook her head. "No, that was my main
concern, I ..."

The phone rang.

Janet stood up and picked up the kitchen extension. "Hello? ... Oh,
yes, she's right here, Heather, hold on ..."

Diane looked up quickly and jumped out of her chair. Janet gave her
daughter a small smile as she handed over the receiver.

"Hello?" Diane said. Her mother quickly slipped out of the room to give
her daughter some privacy.

"Hi, Diane. God, Diane, I'm really sorry about yesterday. Mom was
really being difficult for some reason."

"It's okay, Heather.'

"No, it isn't. You're right, I /have/ been neglecting you, Diane. I'm
really, really sorry about that."

Diane managed a smile, twisting the cord around her finger. "Really,
it's okay," she said in a softer voice.

"Listen, you doing anything today? If not, why don't we go out
somewhere? Just find some place to hang out and talk, okay?"

"Sure! Sure, I'd love that."

"I need to get my mind off things ..."

"You mean like the school nurse?"

A sigh. "Yeah. Especially that."

Diane debated with herself briefly about whether to tell Heather what
she had said to her mother. She decided not to risk Heather being upset
over having revealed it in case it was meant to be a secret.

"Feel free to talk more about it with me, Heather," said Diane. "If you
need to."

"We'll see. I'd rather just catch up."

Diane grinned. "Feeling out of the gossip loop?"

Heather chuckled. "Yeah, something like that. I'd be interested in what
I missed."

"Oh, I'm sure I can scrounge up something."

"Scrounge up? Diane, you can tell me more in one day than most news
services can cover in a week."

Diane giggled. "Yeah, I'm bad."

"You sure are. I'll meet you at ten?"

"Ten's fine."

"Okay, see ya then. Bye."

"Bye."

Diane hung up the phone with a wide smile on her face.



"You're going out?"

Heather flinched as she hung up the phone and cast a startled look up
at Melinda, who was leaning over the railing at the top of the stairs.
"You were listening to my call, runt?"

"Just the last part," Melinda said. "You're going out?"

Heather sighed. "You're not going to invite Jason over, are you?"

"Now, why would I do a silly thing like that?" She smiled sweetly.

"Mom may be at work today, Melinda, but Dad's still going to be home.
He's working in the garage."

"Yes, I know. But he'll let me have Jason over, because I'm daddy's
little girl and I know how to push his buttons."

"You have no shame about that, do you, runt?"

"Nope, not one bit, Miss Bubblehead."

Heather sighed and shook her head. "You're not going to try anything
with him, are you?"

Melinda blinked innocently at her older sister. "Why ... whatever do
you mean?"

"Stop it. Don't pull something that's going to get you into really big
trouble, because it will get /me/ into trouble along with you."

Melinda rolled her eyes as she came down the stairs."Look, just don't
worry about it, okay? I'm not stupid. I just miss having time alone
with him."

Heather eyed Melinda suspiciously.

Melinda recognized the look immediately and clicked her tongue.
"Heather, I've told you before, stop acting like Mom."

Her voice faltered a bit at the end. They both knew that even Mom was
not acting like Mom anymore.

"All right, fine," said Heather in a lower voice. "I'm sorry I got on
your case about it. I just don't want to mess anything up. Bad enough
we have to mess with everything that's going on at school."

"Yeah, I know. And maybe I want to forget about that for a bit."

Heather gave her sister a wan smile. "Yeah ... you and me both, runt."

Melinda returned the smile as the two of them reached a rare
understanding. She stepped over to the phone and picked up the receiver
as Heather bound up the stairs. She waited until her sister had gone
before punching in the speed dial for Jason's number.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Jason, it's me."

"Melinda!" There was a sigh of relief at the other end. "Damn, I've
been worried about you."

"You have? Why?"

"I tried to call last night and your Mom said you and Heather weren't
accepting any calls."

"Oh, that," Melinda said with an exasperated sigh. She lowered her
voice. "Thank Heather for that. She says she didn't do anything to piss
Mom off, but you know how she is sometimes."

"I heard that, runt!" Heather called out from their bedroom.

"Hold on, Jason ..." She clamped the phone to her breast. "Shut up and
stop listening in!" Melinda yelled back.

Melinda paused until she heard the bedroom door close.

"Sorry about that," said Melinda into the phone. "Miss Bubblehead
again."

Jason actually laughed, as if relieved to hear Melinda talking about
her sister like that again.

"So why were you worried?"

"Because I thought maybe Nyssa was preparing to do something against
you two."

Melinda tensed. "Jason, you don't really think she would do that, do
you?" she asked in a tiny voice.

"Well, if nothing unusual has happened since yesterday ..."

"Only the thing with Mom cutting off the phone for us. Nothing else has
happened. Shit, don't scare me with stuff like that."

"Sorry, I just think you both should know about anything suspicious,
and I thought her cutting off your phone suddenly was /very/
suspicious."

Melinda bit her lip. "Yeah, it was kind of unusual. But ... I-I don't
want to think about her being controlled by the school nurse, okay?"

"Well, it's probably not true if you two are okay, but now I'm
mystified as to why she did it."

"Never mind that, Jason. Look, can you come over today? Please? I
really need to see you."

"See me?"

Melinda detected the bit of playfulness in his voice. She giggled
softly but then sighed. "I wish it could be more. Mom and Heather will
be out, but Dad's home."

"Oh." The disappointment was obvious in his voice. "Well, that's okay.
We'll figure out something else fun to do."

Unfortunately there was only one "fun" activity that was on Melinda's
mind at that moment, and it was making her skin flush and her pussy
tingle madly. "Yeah, fun," she said in a weak voice. "When can you get
here? Heather's leaving by ten."

"It will have to be right after lunch. At least then my Dad will be
tied up watching the ballgame and won't be paying much attention to
me."

"Okay, I'll see you then. Bye, Jason."

"Bye, Melinda."



Heather and Diane emerged from the burger-joint, giggling madly at a
shared bit of gossip between them. Heather made another comment to
Diane that made her double over with laughter, nearly causing the soda
she still held to spill onto the sidewalk.

"Oh my God ... he actually ... did that ...?" Diane panted, wiping
tears from her eyes as she kept giggling.

"On the first freaking date!" Heather declared.

This just set Diane off again. Heather started laughing as well. She
had forgotten how much fun it was to just hang out with Diane and
gossip.

Heather had managed to divorce her mind from what was going on at the
school. Otherwise she found herself trying to come up with too many
possibilities about what was happening and what might happen. It was
too much for her to bear without a temporary respite from it.

In addition, she felt the false sense of security a lot of people felt
on a day like this when under stress: it was a holiday. For all intents
and purposes, the Darkness was required to take a day off as well.

"Oh, God ... what a dork ..." Diane said, still giggling.

Heather just grinned and sipped her drink as they wandered towards the
intersection.

"Wow, I never knew that about him," Diane said when she finally
regained her composure.

"I thought I had told you at some point." Heather shrugged. "Oh well,
now you know. So don't /ever/ date that guy."

"Well, I never intended to anyway. He takes a shower, what, maybe once
a month?"

Heather smirked. "So your turn. What's the next thing you got for me?"

"Hmm. I think I might have told you everything ... oh, no, wait. I did
hear something but I'm not sure. Might not be true."

Heather laughed. "When did that stop us?"

Diane grinned. "True. Okay. Well, you know Debby Vance?"

"Hmm ... sounds familiar, but ..."

"Oh, you know her. She was the one I told you about over the summer.
She had that creep of a boyfriend that tried to make a sleazy move on
her."

By this time Heather already remembered who Debby was, for she was one
of those that she and Melinda had spotted with a weak aura at church.
"Uh, yeah ... now I remember. Um ... who was her boyfriend again?" she
asked, dreading the answer.

"James Nells."

Heather's heart felt as if it had skipped a beat. "Uh ... who?"

"James Nells. You know him. Dweeby looking, sorta sandy-brown hair, bit
of a smart-ass."

"Um, yeah, I know him," Heather said in a lower voice. She forced a
smile and tried desperately to put what she knew about him out of her
mind. "So what's the deal?"

"Well, you know how Debby dumped him for good? Never wanted to see him
again? Never wanted him to even look at her again? Well, I heard she's
back together with him."

"Oh, really?" Heather asked, trying to sound casual.

"But that's not the weirdest part, Heather, which is why I think this
may be bogus info. Get this: Not only was Debby seen following James
around like a little puppy dog, but her sister Karen was with them. And
she was acting the same way! They both were just, like, hanging on his
every word."

"Yeah ... that is weird," Heather said in a weak voice. "Um ... Diane,
you have any idea when this happened? I mean, when did they first see
Debby back together with James?"

"And Karen, don't forget that. I think it was yesterday. Or Saturday."

Heather nodded slowly. She felt her insides wrench. She had known Debby
for a bit the semester before, at least enough to know that she had had
aspirations to go to medical school at some point.

Now it sounded like she no longer had any aspirations except to be
James' slave. And he took her sister Karen as well! Debby had mentioned
that Karen had ambitions to be an architect. Likewise, her priorities
had been reprogrammed as well.

Heather suddenly felt sick.

Diane stared at Heather. "Hey, you okay?"

"Huh? Oh, um, yeah, I'm fine," Heather lied. "Just ... something didn't
agree with me from lunch, that's all. I'll be fine in a bit."

"We need to stop at the drug store for something?"

Heather shook her head. /No, you can't buy anything to treat guilt,/
she thought sadly. But as she dwelled on it, she realized there was
something else that bothered her even more than her own sense of
inadequacy.

There were about five students in Nyssa's thrall directly. Each had
taken at least one other in turn. At least three -- Sally, Debby, and
Karen -- were acting very different from the way they used to act. This
left her with one question: /Why weren't any of their parents noticing
this?/

Sally's mother had been at church. After Heather had talked to Sally,
she remembered seeing Sally return to her mother's side and the two
left church together. The mother had not looked the least bit concerned
at her daughter's behavior. The same was true for the others she saw
that were affected. No adult appeared to notice. It was just business
as usual.

None of the adults had auras. They were not under any control of the
Darkness. They were simply strangely apathetic.

"Let's just keep walking, Diane," said Heather. "I'll be fine with some
more fresh air."

Diane nodded slowly and managed a smile. At the same time, she could
not help but get the nagging feeling that there was still something
that her friend was not telling her.



"Now, Marcie," said Laura, "Is going out in that skirt as bad as you
thought it would be?"

Marcie turned to Laura and giggled. "No, Miss Bendon. Actually ..." She
paused and gave her skirt a little twirl. "... it kind of feels nice."

The two of them strolled in the shade of the trees along the path that
wound through the park. Marcie had been rather nervous at first, to the
point where Laura had to coax her into leaving the apartment. Once
lunch was done and they had taken the time to walk down to the park and
have a leisurely walk, Marcie had started to relax. Laura helped
matters along by talking to her gently and saying soft, encouraging
words.

Only a few hours later, Marcie walked with a little spring in her step,
occasionally letting her skirt twirl, or taking steps designed to flash
a bit of leg to anyone that might be watching.

"See, Marcie? It's good to show off a little."

Marcie blushed but smiled. "I just ... I just didn't think I had
anything to show off, Miss Bendon."

"Well, that's what I'm here to help you with."

Marcie beamed at her. "Thank you so much, Miss Bendon! You really are
just too good to me."

"Nonsense, Marcie. It's the least I could do to show my appreciation
for your loyalty."

"I'll stay on as long as you will have me, Miss Bendon. I promise."

Laura gave her a gentle smile. "Oh, I have no doubt of that. Now, do
you feel quite as nervous about wearing that into the office tomorrow?"

Marcie paused a moment, then shook her head, smiling slightly.

"Who knows? Maybe the other students will like the view as well."

Marcie blinked at this, then blushed furiously. "Oh, stop it, Miss
Bendon," she said with a giggle.

"Why? It's true. They like to see a pair of pretty legs."

"Well ... they're not that good ..."

Laura paused a moment, looking thoughtful. "Hmm ... Would you like them
to look better, Marcie?"

"Huh? Better?"

"Well, your legs are attractive now. How would you like them to appear
sexy as well?"

Marcie blinked in surprise. "Sexy?" she asked in a small voice. She
looked down at herself. "You ... you could do that?"

Laura took Marcie's arm and led her out of the park. "Here, let's get
back in my car, and we'll do a little more shopping ..."



"Melinda, we shouldn't be doing this!" Jason whispered urgently,
glancing nervously at the door.

"It'll be okay if we're quiet," Melinda replied, her voice husky and
panting. "/Please/, Jason, I ... I really need this ..."

"But your father's still here!"

"He's working in the garage, he won't hear us."

"But if he comes up here ..."

"Leave your clothes on." Melinda unzipped her shorts with a breathy
moan. "I'll leave mine on, too."

Jason bit his lip as he crawled further onto Melinda's bed. He placed a
hand on the pocket of his jeans and felt the bulge where he kept the
button that would activate the doorbell. His eyes darted over to where
the crotch of Melinda's panties were being exposed.

His eyes widened.

"What?" Melinda said breathlessly.

"Melinda, you're ... y-you're /soaked!/"

Melinda rolled her eyes. "I'm freakin' horny, Jason, what did you
expect?" she snapped, though her cheeks glowed pink.

"I've just never seen you this ..."

Melinda closed her eyes and whimpered. "Please, Jason ... sh-shut up
and touch me already ..."

Jason started to pant as well in anticipation, his cock stirring as he
drew himself alongside Melinda. He grew to full, aching hardness
seconds after his hand slid under Melinda's panties and over her smooth
mound.

Melinda bit her lip hard and whimpered, clutching at Jason as his
fingers sank into her, her moisture squelching loudly. He found her
swollen clit and gave it a few light strokes. Melinda tossed her head
back and moaned. "/Uhhnnn ...!/"

"Shhhh!" Jason hissed.

"Oh God ... I-I'm /trying/ ... I ... uhhhn ... more ... please ..."

"Wow, Melinda," Jason breathed. "This is like ... wow ..."

Melinda closed her eyes, panting hard, her body going limp as if in
complete surrender to him. On her shirt, her nipples were two hard
points. She finally turned her head and opened her eyes slightly.
"Seeing me like this turning you on?" she asked softly.

Jason swallowed. "God, yes ..." he moaned as his fingers pressed into
her deeply.

Melinda arched her back and whimpered again. "J-Jason, I ... I think
about this ... a-at least once a day ..."

Jason blinked in surprise. "You do? You mean about sex with me?"

Melinda's fingers curled as her pleasure rose. "Y-yes ... oh my God ...
mmm ..."

"Is ... is that normal?"

"I-I don't know ... uhhn ... faster ... p-please ..."

Melinda's pussy squished as Jason's fingers made quick swipes at her
clit. His knuckles slid back and forth under the still soaked fabric of
her panties. Melinda's body quivered, her breathing growing more
ragged. Her fingers curled tightly into the blanket under her. Her
nipples tingled madly. If she had thought about it early enough, she
would have at least slipped her bra off so he could fondle her through
her shirt.

At that moment, Melinda was helpless. She was rising fast, the pleasure
growing too intense for her to think clearly. She wished she could
spread her legs further apart, but she would have to take her shorts
off completely for that. She wanted very badly to feel him inside her,
though she knew that just his fingers would not satisfy her completely.

More and more, she wanted /it/ inside her. She could not stop thinking
about that. Even now she was fantasizing about that in her mind.

"Ohmigod ... mrrgh ... uhhhn ... don't stop ... don't ... uhhh! ..."

Melinda panted hard, her head tilting back. She drew in a gasp as her
back arched. Jason sensed she was close and pressed his fingers harder
into her. Her slick flesh responded, sending her soaring and then
letting her hang for just one excruciating moment before crashing down
the other side.

Despite her attempts to control herself, Melinda uttered a shrill
squeal as she came. Her hips bucked, her body quaking as her orgasm
overcame her. Her lips parted, soft but high-pitched moans escaping
from her as her self-control broke down. The pleasure was exquisite and
intense, more so than she thought it would be doing it "quick and
dirty" like this.

"Ohhh ... mmmm ... God ..." Melinda murmured huskily as she slowly came
down, her head lolling to one side. She drew in a deep breath and let
it go as a deep sigh of contentment.

"Melinda? Are you all right?"

Melinda blinked, taking a second to come out of her post-orgasmic
stupor. When she did, Jason was already staring at her with a look of
horror on his face.

"Melinda?" called her father a second time from the bottom of the
stairs.

"Ohmigod ohmigod ohmigod ..." Melinda whimpered.

"Answer him!" Jason hissed.

Melinda swallowed. "Wh-what is i-it, Daddy?" she called out in a shaky
voice.

"Are you okay, princess? I thought I heard you make an odd noise."

They heard footsteps on the stairs.

Melinda bolted up, her eyes wide. She clutched at Jason. "The button!
/The button!/" she whisper-shouted at him.

Panting in fear, Jason thrust his hand into his pocket. He fumbled with
it a few seconds before finally managing to press it. The doorbell
dutifully sounded downstairs.

The footsteps stopped. "Damn solicitors," they heard him mutter. "Even
on a holiday there's no peace." He resumed climbing the stairs.

Melinda looked at Jason in panic.

Jason gestured wildly at her shorts, then realized his own hand was
still wet with her juices. Both engaged in a mad scramble which ended
the moment Melinda's father appeared at the doorway.

There was a moment of absolute silence. Melinda gave her father a
stricken look. Jason just stared, panting slightly. She had not managed
to get her zipper pulled up all the way, and some of her panties were
visible. Jason was still kneeling on the bed next to her. He only now
thought to hide his damp hand behind his back.

Finally, Melinda's father smiled. "There you two are. Everything okay,
princess?"

Melinda's mouth dropped open. She exchanged a confused glance with
Jason. "Um, yeah, Daddy, everything's, uh, just ... fine."

He nodded. "Good." He turned to Jason. "There's some soda in the fridge
if you want, Jason. Please feel free to help yourself."

"Er ... thanks, uh, Mr. Sovert."

"Melinda, I have to go out to the hardware store. Just wanted to let
you know."

"S-sure, Daddy, okay."

He gave them one last smile before turning away and heading back down
the stairs.

Melinda let out a huge sigh of relief and collapsed onto her back on
the bed. "Oh my God, that was too freaking close ..." she muttered.

Jason did not share her relief. If anything, he looked confused and
worried. "I don't get it."

"Huh? What don't you get?"

Jason reached over and grabbed a tissue from Melinda's night table and
cleaned off his fingers as he spoke. "He didn't say anything. He didn't
seem to notice anything was amiss."

"Well, we were done before he came up here."

"Melinda, /look/." He pointed at her shorts. "You're still undone
here."

Melinda glanced down, blushed slightly and zipped her shorts up the
rest of the way.

"And I was here. And I was in bed with you. And my hand was ... well,
you know ... why didn't he notice any of that?"

Melinda sat up. "Jason, I don't know! At this point I'm just glad that
he didn't."

Jason got up from the bed and stood. "No, it doesn't make any sense.
Something's wrong here."

Melinda rolled her eyes and scrambled off the bed as well. "Stop
worrying all the time!" Melinda piped. "Maybe he just had something on
his mind. God! It's bad enough we got this going on at school. Don't
start seeing conspiracy everywhere!"

Jason paused a moment and sighed. "I don't know, maybe you're right."

Melinda glanced towards the door briefly as they heard the distant
rumble of the garage door. She smiled at him. "Anyway, if you're all
worried about that, you won't enjoy it."

"Huh? Enjoy what? ... Oh ... Um, yeah ..."

Melinda giggled, her hand stroking the crotch of his jeans lightly. His
flagging erection returned to full hardness in seconds.

"I-I don't know, maybe we shouldn't take the chance on ..."

"Jason, my father just left the house." She pulled down his zipper.
"We're alone."

"A-alone ... yeah ..." Jason moaned as her fingers slipped over the
cotton of his briefs and played along the bulge of his shaft.

"Let me do it right with you," Melinda said softly. "Take off your
pants and briefs and sit down ..."



"Um, Miss Bendon, I'm not sure about this ..."

"Now, Marcie, that's what you said about the skirt."

"But ... I-I've never worn these before. I ..."

"That's okay." Laura stepped up to Marcie and lightly grasped her arm
and smiled. "I'll make sure you don't fall. Now try them."

Marcie took a deep breath and nodded. She took a few faltering steps
forward, gasping once when one of her four-inch heels threatened to
buckle and let her leg collapse from under her. On another step, it did
nearly spill her to the floor, but Laura tightened her grip and swiftly
righted her.

"Miss Bendon, I don't ..."

"Just try it again, Marcie. Please, trust me. You trust me, don't you?"

Marcie looked up into Laura's eyes. "Um ... y-yes, of course, Miss
Bendon. You know I always do."

"Then try again."

Marcie walked slowly beside the row of seats in the shoe store, an
empty shoe box sitting at the one on the end. She turned as she got to
the end of the aisle and went back the other way. This time her gait
was smoother and she did not falter quite as much.

"There, it just takes a little practice," said Laura. "Here, shift your
weight a little like this ... hold yourself more like this ... there,
try that again ... much better, Marcie."

"Um, yeah, I do seem to be getting the hang of this," Marcie said with
a nervous smile. "I just have one question, Miss Bendon."

"Yes, Marcie?"

"Why are we doing this?"

Laura smiled and guided her over to a mirror.

"Huh? But ... oh ... ooo!" Marcie broke into a smile as she looked at
her legs in the mirror. She turned to one side and then the other. She
tried to take a step or two while watching herself. She was astonished.
Now her legs looked good even to herself.

"See? High-heels show off those pretty legs of yours even more."

Marcie beamed at Laura. "Thank you, Miss Bendon!"

Laura smiled. "It was my pleasure, Marcie."



Jason was able to forget about his concerns for the moment. In fact, he
considered it lucky that Melinda's father had left the house, for he
would never have had the presence of mind to listen for the man
approaching again.

He sat on the edge of Melinda's bed, leaning back slightly, propping
himself up behind him with his hands. Melinda knelt between his spread
legs. He moaned softly, Melinda's mouth working his cock slowly,
keeping him just below the point of rising much further.

"Oh man ..." he groaned. He never got tired of this no matter how many
times Melinda did this for him. It was simply his favorite sexual
activity, outside of the one that they could not do. During their time
with the House, it had given her a masterful skill in this area; by now
he was convinced she had gained it back all on her own.

Melinda enjoyed giving it almost as much as he enjoyed receiving it.
She wondered sometimes if this had come from her own mind or if that
was yet another leftover from the House. She didn't mind this one as
much. She liked pleasing Jason, and so much the better that this came
naturally to her now.

Melinda rode his cock faster with her mouth. She tilted her head back
and clamped her lips more tightly around it. Her tongue worked the
underside of his shaft. She paused now and then with just the head in
her mouth, tongue lashing at the spot just behind it.

"Uhhh ..." Jason moaned, panting harder as he started to rise. "Oh yeah
..."

Melinda wrapped her fingers around him just above his balls and gently
tugged. She wrapped her other fingers tightly around the base of his
shaft, her mouth pumping him faster and faster. His breathing became
ragged as his rise slowed a bit.

"Oh, wow, Melinda ... uhhn ... " He rose a bit more and hung just
short. "Urrh ... God ... M-Melinda ...!"

Melinda let him hang like this for a few more seconds, then eased her
hold on his balls and pumped the bottom half of his shaft furiously
with her fingers. She slid her lips down his cock just as he let go. He
groaned loudly as his cock throbbed hard in her mouth. She let his hot
seed pool on her tongue, fingers squeezing and milking him as his
orgasm played out.

"Oh wow ..." Jason burbled as Melinda teased a few last weak throbs
from his cock before letting him pop out from between her lips.

Melinda swallowed and licked her lips. She giggled as she stood up.
"You say that every time."

"Yeah, well, it fits every time," Jason said with a grin, still a
little out of breath.

Melinda plopped herself down next to him on the bed. "You're just lucky
I still like to do it for you."

"Yeah, well ... if you do it because the House did something to you,
I'm sorry."

She sighed. "I don't know, Jason. Maybe it did do something to me."

Jason retrieved his briefs and slipped them back on. "You mean like how
horny you keep getting lately?"

Melinda gave him a forlorn nod.

"Maybe it's just you."

"I was never that oversexed, Jason," she said with a roll of her eyes.

"Well, not until you met me."

Melinda smirked. "Oh, I see, you're so manly and wonderful that I can't
help but get horny, huh?"

Jason blushed. Before he could protest, Melinda laughed.

"I'm just teasing," she said.

Jason smiled weakly and put on his jeans. "Melinda, I'm still worried
about why your father didn't seem to figure out there was something
going on up here. That was weird."

"What, you prefer we get into trouble?"

"Well, no, of course not, but it was still very odd." He paused.
"Frank's dad."

"Huh? What about Frank's dad?"

"Would he notice?"

"Notice what?"

"Frank was taken by Nyssa. Remember the aura around him? What if he
decided to go after his stepsister?"

Melinda recoiled and wrinkled her nose. "Ewww."

"What?"

"That's almost as bad as when Richie made Heather and I do it."

"Well ... it's not that bad. They're not blood-related."

Melinda shuddered. "Still, it's icky. I don't want to think about it."

"Well, that's not the point anyway. The point is, I wonder if Frank's
father would even notice. I ..."

There was a noise downstairs at the front door opened. "Melinda? Dad?"
Heather's voice called from downstairs. "Where is everyone?"

Melinda trotted to the door. "Up here!" she called out.

Jason quickly redid his belt and brushed down his hair with his hands.
Heather stepped into the room and flinched when she saw Jason. "What
the hell are you doing up here?" she asked sharply.

"Don't get bent out of shape, okay?" Melinda piped. "Dad's at the
store."

"What difference does that make? If he catches Jason up here ..."

"He already did, and he was cool with it."

Heather stared. "What?" she said in a small, worried voice. "Don't ...
don't kid about that, okay?"

"I'm not. Wait, why did you ask that?"

Heather sighed. "Because I think we have another problem," she said,
and explained to Jason and Melinda what she had heard from Diane.

"Yeah, I thought so," Jason said, nodding. "That's why your dad didn't
say anything when he saw us, even though ... uh ... well, never mind."

"Huh? Even though what?" Heather demanded. "Shit, you two were screwing
up here, weren't you?"

"Heather, for once, don't give me shit over that, okay?!" Melinda
exploded. "Thanks to what you heard, now I have Dad to worry about!"

"Wait a minute. Who says Dad's involved in this?"

"Heather, when Dad came in here, I still had my shorts open and Jason
was on the bed. /And he didn't say anything./ Jason was right, that's
too weird!"

"But he doesn't have the aura! How can he be controlled if he doesn't
have it?"

"Wait," Jason said. "It's not necessarily control. It's more like ...
like he doesn't perceive it. Like it's outside his senses. Maybe
there's just limits to this power Mara gave us, so we don't see small
stuff like that."

Melinda shivered. "I don't want to think about Dad being affected by
this."

"Me neither, Melinda," Heather said softly.

"Yeah, but it makes sense," said Jason. "Same thing is probably
happening to the other parents."

"But Nyssa hasn't touched any of them," Heather said.

"Maybe she doesn't need to. Maybe she has some ability we don't know
about to reach people beyond the school."

"Oh, great! Just great!" Melinda whined. "How are we supposed to fight
that?"

"Jason, that doesn't make any sense," Heather said, though her own
voice was tinged with fear as well. "That would mean she could just
reach out and take people without having to leave the school. If she
could do that, why the whole thing with this medical program?"

"This is different," explained Jason. "It's not a full takeover. It's
just influencing people. Just enough to help cover her tracks or make
things easier for her. That's probably why we don't see auras on them."

"But that still means she's even more powerful than we thought."

"But Nyssa is it, isn't she?" Melinda said. "She's the Darkness. She
the source of all this, right? We stop her and this whole nightmare
stops! Please tell me that's what's going to happen, Jason!"

Jason sighed despondently. "I wish I knew, Melinda."
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