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Dabara
by Amazing Zygote

Copyright 2006-2010 Rachael Ross all rights reserved
rache696@yahoo.com
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Synopsis: Gary is the hottest boy in school, a total virgin, and
exactly the sort of challenge a bad girl like Rachael enjoys - but she
didn't count on falling in love.
Codes: M/f, f/m, Sci-Fi, Romance, First, Oral, Petting, and a little
angst maybe

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Part One



The bell rang at thirteen o'clock on the button. I cursed and threw my
cigarette in the toilet, grabbed my books off the sink and ran to
class. The teacher was an old guy who didn't like me anyway, so I
ignored his dirty look and sat down next to Sam and Carl, grinning at
my two best friends.

"Darwin..." Mr. Hancroft turned his back to the class. "...The...Origin...of...
Species..." He wrote the words on the blackboard as he said them,
underlining the words three times with a little flourish. He droned on
for awhile about evolution this and evolution that, while I busied
myself drawing pictures of big hard cocks in my notebook.

"Hey." Carl kicked me and I looked at her. She frowned and jerked her
head towards the front of the class.

"Rachael, were you listening?" Mr. Hancroft frowned at me too.

"Yeah," I said with a shrug. Like what else would I be doing?

"Well?" he asked with obvious expectation, and I guessed he'd asked me
a question or something. "Darwin, do you think she was right or
wrong?"

"Uh, wrong?" I said, making it sound like half a question.

"Why?" Mr. Hancroft was just picking on me now. He liked to do that
since I was one of the bad girls at Reagan High, according to some
people. They'd named our school after the old President though, and
Nancy had been a bad girl too, so I didn't feel really terrible about
it.

"Well, if people came from monkeys...Then how come there's still
monkeys?" I asked with a grin and that got some laughter from the
other kids.

Charlene Darwin, who really gave a shit what she thought anyway?
Everybody knows God created woman in her image. It says so in the
bible and while Charlie might have been pretty smart for an egghead,
all she had was a theory. The bible wasn't a theory, but I didn't
really give a crap about religion either. I liked to take whichever
side would annoy whoever I happened to be talking to, you know?

"You're gonna get an F in that class," Samantha predicted as we left
the classroom. "Hancroft doesn't like you at all, Rache."

"Ah..." I waved her off. "Check that out," I said, nodding towards a
group of guys standing around the drinking fountain. "Love to get a
piece of that dick."

"Gary?" Carly said. "He's tight, but totally cold, girl."

"They're all hot." Sam shook her head. "You gonna go to the keg
tonight?"

"Maybe," I said. "You going with that skank Robert?"

"Yeah," she said, giving me a grin. "I'm gonna lay some pipe tonight!"

"Shit! That's pipe's been laid by half the school, Sam," Carl told
her.

"So what? I ain't gonna marry the bastard, I just wanna fuck him," Sam
retorted, rolling her eyes at our friend's laughter.

"The girl's got needs," I said to Carly, teasing Sam a little.

"Hey, I got needs," Carl snorted. "But I've got my pride too."

Carl was good looking girl, being just over six feet tall with short
black hair, a real buzz cut because her mom had been in the Corps and
never really left it. A hard body too, Carl I mean, well her mom was
seriously buff as well, but Carly wasn't bad. Nice hard tits and mean
thighs. She was a striker on the football team, but Carl wasn't a bra
or anything; she was cool.

Samantha stood almost as tall, like 5'10" or something, and skinny,
which made her seem kind of masculine in my opinion. Especially since
she liked to keep her blonde hair down around her shoulders. Some
people thought she was a fag when they first saw her, but if they said
something to her face Sam would kick some ass. That girl liked to
fight and she did it dirty too. She just needed to put on some weight,
but it was like every calorie she got went straight to her tits or her
ass. That wouldn't have been so bad if she wanted to be a pretty girl
and model BVD's or something, but everyone knew those girls were fags.

I was somewhere in between. Six feet tall and a solid 150 pounds
maybe, with a nice flat chest and firm ass. I kept my black hair
short, but not like Carl's, just over the ears and combed straight
back. I liked wearing leathers and I had an old Harley Shovelhead that
I kept trying to fix up, but it was ridable anyway. I had some brains,
but not for the book stuff. I would probably end up working in my
mom's garage after I graduated, turning bolts and eating grease, but
that's cool. I liked getting dirty.

"I'm gonna ask him." I said, making up my mind on the spot. My friends
just looked at me. "What's the worst that can happen, he says no?" I
laughed, like that never happened before.

Gary was about the best looking guy in school, I thought. Maybe 5'5"
and just over a hundred pounds, with long auburn hair he tied back in
a ponytail. Nice eyes, kind of a grey blue color, like a cloudy sky,
and soft pouting lips. He liked to dress fine too, sexy in that uptown
way you see on TV sometimes. He wore pleated silk jeans, tight in all
the right places, and I could see the bulge between his thighs. He was
barely a 48-year-old sophomore, but some guys develop more quickly
than others and he looked closer to my age, like 51 maybe.

"Hey." I walked up to them, three giggling boys and Gary, the hot
little center of my universe. "What's goin' on, Gary?"

"Hi Rache," one of the guys said. I glanced at him, just another wanna-
be sex muffin smiling shyly, but I couldn't remember his name and I
didn't really care.

"Nothing," Gary replied. "What are you doing?" The boy licked his
lips, but he wasn't afraid to look at me as I stared at him. He knew
he was hot.

"There's a party out by the pond tonight," I said. "You wanna go with
me?"

Two of the guys whispered and laughed about something and Gary gave
them a dirty look.

"It'll be fun," I promised, smiling and trying to look harmless.

"No, I can't." He shook his head.

"His mom won't let him go on a date," Muffin said with a giggle and
Gary elbowed him.

"It's not a date, it's a party," I told him. "Everybody's gonna be
there. Come on."

I knew the guy liked me, I could see it in his eyes. I'd noticed it
before, in fact, which was probably the real reason I was so titsy
asking him out like that. He was one of those innocent guys who liked
bad girls. Yeah, Gary probably laid in bed at night thinking about
some big bitch on a scoot snatching his sweet little ass off the
street and making him do bad things.

"I...I better not." Gary looked down, hugging his books over his balls
protectively. He was getting hard just thinking about it, I thought,
and it probably made him self-conscious.

"You're mom ain't gonna find out," I said. "I'll pick you up at the
Burger Queen, okay? Three o'clock tonight." I stared at him until he
nodded.

"Okay," he said and his friends giggled, glancing at each other, but
mostly watching me.

"You're gonna be there, right?" I stared some more.

"Yeah, I said I would." Gary bit his bottom lip and looked up under
his long eyelashes.

"Okay." I felt my heart thump hard and I forced myself to stay cool.
The bell started ringing for our next class. "See ya later then."

"Okay," he agreed with a smile, and then looked at his friends,
widening his eyes with something like a silent 'Wow!'

It seemed kind of silly to me. Guys are like that though, and they can
be hard to figure out sometimes. Gary had probably been asked out a
dozen times, by chicks a lot better looking than me, but they were all
boring probably. It just reinforced my opinion that Gary was looking
for a little trouble in his life, something a little dangerous and
crazy.

"He's going out with you?" Carl shook her head. She and Sam had been
watching the whole thing.

"Yeah." I shrugged like it wasn't any big thing, but inside, my heart
was doing jumping Jills. "I'm gonna nail his prick tonight."

"No way," Sam said. "He might go with you, but you ain't getting any.
He's a serious daddy's boy."

"No kidding." Carl grinned. "Probably be a virgin until he gets
married. Saving it up for the right woman."

"Well, the right woman's already here," I told them as we sat down for
our history class. "Gary just doesn't know it yet."

"When Eva Braun decided to attack Russia in 6211 it was perhaps the
biggest mistake of the Second World War..." Ms. Painier said, starting
her class right where she'd left off the day before.

I sort of liked that class, especially the Nazi stuff. They were
assholes, but they put up a good fight, and those SS bitches looked
sharp in those black uniforms. I had an old Iron Cross I'd got at a
gun show and I wore it sometimes when I went out riding with my ma and
her sisters on the weekends. My mom was in a motorcycle club called
the Panhandlers and they let me ride once in awhile, but I had 6 more
years to go before I was 58 and a legal adult. As soon as I was
though, I was gonna join up.

Live free or die! That's my motto, but I was just a punk too. In my
mom's day it had been marching against sending our girls to fight in
Vietnam. My grandma had Jane Dean and the Rebel Without A Cause. All
my generation had was Nintendo and Alvin Lavigne, and I couldn't stand
that Sk8r Gurl song of his. So it wasn't really my folks I was
rebelling against, they were cool, it was the people my own age. But
that was all pretty deep for me, so I didn't think about it a whole
lot.

Baran was just setting as school let out for the day, turning the
horizon faintly gold. Alde was still high though, it wouldn't set for
another 3 hours or so, and then the sky would get milky pale and stay
that way until morning. It was a good time of year for parties, when
the suns were near the boreal solstice. It would get just dark enough
to have some fun, and stay light enough so we could see what sort of
fun we were having. The austral solstice got pitch black and the
nights seemed to last forever, and it was too cold to go outside that
time of year anyway.

"Hey Dad." I found him cooking in the kitchen when I got home,
stirring some pasta.

"Hi dear." He stuck out his cheek for a kiss. "Spaghetti tonight, do
you have homework?"

"Dad," I whined a little. "It's Opsday, come on. I'll do it on
tomorrow."

"Always tomorrow with you," he sighed. "Don't let your mother hear you
say that."

My dad was cool. He could be kind of strict, but he had a big heart
too. He really kept us going as a family. My mom was hard working,
hard drinking, and hard playing, and sometimes it was tough trying to
see how they'd ended up together. Well, maybe not that hard, my dad
was pretty sexy and while the incest thing wasn't really my thing, I'd
heard Mom talk about him plenty of times when we were out with the
Panhandlers. She said dad could fuck her lights out and not even break
a sweat, but she said a lot of stuff when she was drinking and there
had to be more to it than just good sex.

Maybe it's just because of my brother, but I didn't like to think
about it too much. They'd just been married just a few months before
William was born, so obviously they'd been fooling around before they
got hitched. It was just hard imagining my dad giving up his virginity
like that though, especially since he was always on William to be
careful and save himself for the right woman. Dad was always on me to
treat men with respect and to remember that no meant no.

Mom had a different theory though. "No means no unless you're in the
backseat of a '17 Firebird." She'd laugh and give me a wink. Of course
that was the car she'd been driving on her first date with Dad,
according to family legend.

Anyway, like I said, my dad was a hottie, which is always weird to
think about. My friends liked him, especially Sam who called him a
FILF even though I thought it sounded stupid. Mostly she'd use that
when she knew he'd overhear her, like that would get my dad excited or
something, knowing my best friend wanted to fuck him. Sometimes I
wished I had one of those fat old dads who just sat around eating
fudge and watching Oprah all day, you know that black guy on TV? But
Dad was like 5'4" 105lbs and just soft in all the right places, hard
in the right places too, and he had a killer ass.

I didn't want to think about my dad though.

I went upstairs to grab a shower, but really I just wanted to jerk
off. I did that a lot, in the morning before school, as soon as I got
home, in bed at night. It was crazy, like all I could think about was
sex sometimes. I knew it was the puberty thing and all girls went
through it from the time they were about 40 until 55 maybe, or even
60, and it felt good, but jerking off just made me even hornier I
think. I still did it though.

I leaned back against the cool tile in the shower and just rubbed my
clit in small circles, thinking about Gary mostly. He looked so cute
and I knew he had a hot little body. I tried to imagine what it would
feel like getting his cock inside me. He'd be scared probably, just a
little virgin looking up at me with his soft eyes while I fucked him,
slow at first, and then harder. I pushed a finger inside me, rubbing
my thumb over my hard little clit as she came to life.

Yeah, little Gary was going to be my fuck toy.

I'd had a virgin before, some guy I'd met about two years before at
William's graduation party. He'd said no a couple times, and we
weren't anywhere near a Firebird, but I'd talked and kissed and rubbed
his swollen balls until no started sounding an awful lot like yes.
When I popped his cherry he'd cried like a baby and I'd never felt so
good in my life. I'd hoped that he'd knocked me up, that would have
been really cool because I didn't even know the boy's name, but it had
been the wrong time of the month for it. Or maybe he just got lucky, I
don't know.

Thinking about Gary and then that little hottie I'd fucked before
really got me off and I played with my tits while I fucked myself
hard. I had nice boobs, not too big and firm with hard muscle
underneath. A lot of guys liked my tits and I was gonna make Gary suck
my nipples later. He'd say he didn't want to, but he would and then
he'd love it. All guys were like that and while he used his tongue on
my tits, I'd break his cherry. I hoped he'd cry too; imagining him
with tears running down his cheeks was enough to bring me off finally
and I sprayed cunt juice in my hand, playing with it for a bit under
the warm shower while I caught my breath and waited for all the spasms
to go away, all those min-orgasms that just went on and on.

I wondered if Gary spit or swallowed and that made me chuckle. He'd
probably never sucked a cunt in his life, but I was gonna fix that
too.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Mom was home by the time I got changed and downstairs. We ate early at
my house because she was usually hungry when she got off work. Mom was
a good looking woman, 6'1" tall and 170 pounds of muscle, hard blue
eyes and short black hair. She'd had two kids, but you wouldn't know
it by looking at her. She wore a muscle t-shirt, which was normal
cause she liked to show off her tattoos. She had one of our savior,
Julie Christ, on her left arm, after she rose to heaven, smiling and
radiant. On her other arm Mom had the devil, Satin herself, holding a
pitchfork and smiling. That one had scared me when I was little, but I
liked it now. When she flexed her arms a certain way it looked like
Julie and Satin were laughing at each other.

"So what's your plans for tonight?" Mom asked, twirling her fork in
the pasta.

"I'm just gonna hang out. I asked a boy out, so maybe we'll see a
movie or something," I lied. I sure as hell wasn't going to tell them
we were going to a kegger.

"A boy huh?" She smiled around a mouthful of spaghetti.

"Does this boy have a name, dear?" Dad looked at me.

"Yeamph." I nodded, swallowing fast. "Yeah, Gary Pearson. He's a few
months behind me at school."

"Is he hot?" My mom wondered and my dad shot her a look.

"Is that Mark Pearson's boy?" he asked, eating his dinner slowly.

"I dunno. I guess so," I replied. "He's cute anyway."

"Well, you be nice to him, Rachael. Be a lady for a change," Dad said
and Mom rolled her eyes.

"I will," I promised. "You know me."

"I do know you." Dad smiled too, but he wanted to be serious. "No
fooling around. I don't want you getting some boy in trouble."

"Oh, Bob, she's not going to get him in trouble," Mom came to my
defense. "Cause if she does I'll tan her ass, won't I?" Or maybe she
didn't.

"Uh, yeah." I nodded.

We ate the rest of the meal talking mostly about other stuff, like if
they were ever gonna catch that crazy Bin Laden bitch. Olivia Stone's
new movie about 19/11 was opening that night and I'd said that was the
movie we were going to go see, maybe.

"Hey." Mom crooked her finger at me as I helped Dad clear the table.

He stayed in the kitchen and she looked past my shoulder just to make
sure we were alone.

"Is that new boy of yours on the pill?" Mom asked me softly.

"I don't know," I replied. "I think he's a virgin."

"Well, if he ain't...here...take these. Might come in handy." Mom pressed
a couple foil packets of condoms into my hand and gave me a wink.

"Okay Ma." I licked my lips.

"That ain't the same as permission, now," she told me. "But I know
what it's like being a hungry girl with a sexy boy in her sights."

I nodded, stuffing the condoms in my pocket before Dad saw them.

"And make sure you put water in the car this time." Mom stood up,
stretching a little so I could see the rings in her nipples under the
tight t-shirt she wore. "Your father threw a fit last weekend."

"Sure Mom." I smiled. "Uh, is it payday?"

"Payday?" She laughed. "How many hours you clock?"

"I was in the shop all day last Saturday, plus Tuesday after school,
remember?"

"Yeah, I guess." Mom pulled her wallet out and gave me forty bucks.
"That'll be enough for tonight." Then she thought about it and gave me
another ten. "Get that boy some flowers, they like that stuff."

"Thanks Mom." I pocketed the money thinking I'd never waste money on
flowers.

I jammed out of the house, taking Dad's Volvo. Mom had a new Mustang,
but she wouldn't hardly ever let me drive it, like I might crash or
something. The Volvo sucked, like driving a boxcar down the street,
but my motorcycle was down until I could get a new cam for it.
Probably a couple more weeks or so, I figured. Old Harley parts were
expensive. Still, a boxcar was better than nothing and it did have a
lot of room in the backseat and I planned to put it to good use.

I had about an hour to kill before I was supposed to pick-up Gary at
the Burger Queen, so I figured I'd stop by the mall. It sucked, of
course, but usually there were some hot guys walking around, and that
was always cool. I could check out the music place anyway, see if they
had the new Eminem CD, Marsha Mathers Unplugged in Detroit. That chick
was funny as hell, but she had a seriously foul mouth. I had to hide
her CD's from my dad, he only wanted me to get the edited ones. That
would be like one long 65 minute 'Bleeeeeeeeep' ...so fuck that!

"Hey Rachael," some boy said, he had to be about eight years younger
than me, but dressed up to look older, with dark eyes and red lips.

"Hi." I smiled back at him. He was with two other boys and they were
all cute, smiling shyly. I'd noticed them before as I walked around
the music store, but I hadn't recognized them. They'd been giggling
then, now they were pretending to be bored.

"You remember me?" he asked and I thought about it, trying really
hard. "I'm David. Mel's brother?" he reminded me with a smile and I
nodded.

"Oh right. Melanie's little brother," I said, looking the boy up and
down. "Wow! You grew up, Davy."

He giggled self-consciously, but I wasn't lying. I hadn't hung out
with Melanie for awhile and the last time I'd seen David he'd been a
little kid, now he was really filling out. About five foot even and 85
pounds, with long brown hair and hazel eyes. He wore some designer
jeans, it looked like, really tight in the ass and showing off his
narrow hips and waist, not to mention his budding manhood. I didn't
even know they made clothes like that for 40 year olds, but I guess
they did.

I stared at his crotch for a long second. "Really grew up," I decided,
returning my eyes to his face and David blushed sweetly. "Who's your
friends?"

"Oh, uh...This is Sean..." he pointed at a little redheaded boy with
freckles, "...and that's Paris." He was tall and thin, with black hair
and blue eyes. Pretty sexy actually, and he gave me a nice smile.

"Paris? Like the Hilton guy, huh?" I smiled. "Except better looking."

The dark haired boy turned pink at that and his red headed friend
whispered something with a giggle. They were all cute and I could feel
my nipples getting hard, pressing against my t-shirt.

"So what are you doing?" David asked me, putting his hands behind his
back and bouncing a little on his toes.

"Just wasting time." I shrugged. "Looking for the Eminem CD, hanging
out. Where's your girlfriend's at?"

"Uh, we don't have any," David admitted with another blush.

"You can be my girlfriend," Paris said, and then turned his face and
covered his eyes, laughing as the color rose in his cheeks. He was a
serious flirt, but it was hard to tell how serious he might be.

"Oh yeah?" I grinned, watching him peek at me. "You wanna go out with
me?"

David didn't say anything, but I could see a little frown starting on
his handsome face. Sean just stood there smiling while Paris half hid
himself behind his friend's back.

"Um, yeah." Paris stood up and turned, trying to look all grown up and
brave, his blue eyes shining under the bright lights of the store. "Uh-
huh." He licked his lips.

"Give me your phone number then and I'll call you sometime," I told
him.

"Okay." Paris smiled, nodding quickly and opening his purse like I
might change my mind. Guys and purses, I almost sighed. I didn't
really expect the boy to have a pen, I was just fooling around, but he
was sexy as hell and if things didn't work out with Gary...Well, nobody
would ever blame me for hitting on a guy who looked like that!

He handed me his phone number and I let my fingers touch his for just
a second, smiling into the boy's face until he blinked and pulled his
hand away like I'd burned him.

"Come on..." David didn't look really happy, but he should have been a
little quicker maybe. "We have to get going," he said to me. "My dad's
picking us up."

"Say hi to Mel for me, okay?" I said and Paris gave me a little wave,
but I knew he was gonna be in trouble with his friends. Nothin' I
could do about that though, and besides, I had Mel's phone number at
home, maybe I'd give David a call sometime too.

"Paris..." I whispered to myself, browsing the new releases.

That was a pretty name. He'd be smokin' hot when he got a little
older, I thought, and that made me horny again. Well, I'd been horny
since I'd first seen them really, but thinking about that Paris boy in
particular, with his jet black hair and bee stung lips. The little
cleft in his chin...Mmmm...I wondered what his cock looked like. I bet it
was big, and uncircumcised too, probably.

I'd never seen an uncircumcised penis except on the internet. I had a
secret stash of pictures on my computer in my room and that was always
good for jerking off to. I knew my friends had theirs as well and even
my mom had some stuff, magazines mostly that she kept down in the
basement. She didn't know that I knew about them. My dad hated porn, I
think. But I heard guys weren't into that stuff anyway. They were more
emotionally centered than physical, and liked mental stimulation
instead of just visual. Dad read books mostly, like that D.H. Lawrence
woman, Lord Chatterley's Lover or whatever it was. I read some of it
and I guess some of it was sorta hot, but not as good as seeing real
pictures.

I was pretty happy I wasn't a guy.

I looked at my watch and still had half an hour. I hadn't found the CD
I wanted either since they were sold out already, which bummed me. I
wandered out of the store and sort of stood there, wondering which way
to go. That's the problem with malls, they suck anyway, but if you're
by yourself they really suck.

Just across the way I saw a Victor's Secret store, but I didn't have
the tits to go in there. A 50 year old girl walking around checking
out guys' underwear would have been sort of weird. But I walked by the
big display windows slowly anyway. Stephen Seymour was definitely one
of the hottest guys on the planet, I thought, even though he was sorta
old. He still looked fine, especially in some seriously tight silk
briefs. He must have had like a ten inch dick or something, unless
they stuffed his underwear, but I didn't think they did. My dad got
the catalogue every few months and of course me and Mom always checked
it out first thing, and Stephen was the guy I lusted after. I think
she liked the tall skinny black guy, but he didn't do much for me.

"Rachael, hello. I thought that was you."

A voice startled me, a man's voice, and I flushed slightly as I
realized I'd been standing in front of the store just staring at the
scantily clad mannequins. Mr. Bruening smiled at me and if there was a
father I wanted to fuck, it was him. I think he knew it too.

He was older, like a hundred and forty maybe, with a very handsome
face and a great body. He must have stood like 5'7" or so, and he wore
heels which made him seem even taller than that. Mr. Bruening's hair
grew long and thick around the sides and back, styled with waves and
curls. It might have been thinning in front, but that didn't bother
me. He was one of those men who looked good with a high forehead,
unlike a lot of guys who wear wigs when they get older.

"Hello, Mr. Bruening." I smiled, feeling my cheeks burn and I
seriously wished we weren't standing in front of a lingerie store.

"Shopping for your boyfriend?" he asked, teasing me maybe, but I
couldn't be sure, and he looked pointedly at the underwear in the
display window.

"Uh, no." I laughed, feeling uncertain about myself.

He rubbed his short beard, which was almost white, in contrast with
his mostly black hair. Beards were very sexy, but they didn't look
good on all men, just some of them. It looked good on Mr. Bruening. He
wore a loose, mustard colored shirt that only had two buttons maybe,
way down low by his flat stomach. It was open wide at his chest, like
a big V from his shoulders pointing at his belly button, or maybe
something lower. It seemed incredibly sexy and I couldn't believe he
could get away walking around like that at the mall. Just standing
there I could almost see his nipples! And if he moved or a breeze came
along...I wished we were outside.

He had a body made for sex and I bet he wore out Mrs. Bruening every
night. His shoulders were wide, but not too wide, and his body tapered
down to a waspish waist and then smooth flat hips. I'm never good at
measurements, but if I had to guess I'd say like 36-22-28, and all of
120 pounds, maybe. Probably less than that. He made my clit hard just
looking at him and I felt pretty nervous.

"You know, I was thinking about you just the other day," Mr. Bruening
said, and the way his voice sounded soft and husky made me swallow
nervously.

"Really?" I tried to smile back at him.

"Oh yes. You know, Mrs. Bruening had to go out of town on business,
and with Jack gone to college now, I'm looking for someone to help me
around the house. Just for a day or two after school," he explained,
looking at me expectantly. "I could use a strong young woman who
wouldn't mind working up a sweat."

"Uh." I nodded slowly. It was like he was making a pass at me, or so I
thought, but what if I was wrong? "I sort of work at my mom's shop,
uh, after school."

"Well, it would just be for a day or two next week, Rachael." He put
his hand on my arm, giving me a squeeze as I looked down at his
manicured fingers. "Of course, my wife does travel a lot," he sighed
and I just watched his bare chest, shaved smooth and pink, rise and
fall.

"Um, yeah I, uh...I guess so," I said, barely getting the words out.

"Good! It's all settled then." He looked like he wanted to hug me for
a second and I almost wished he would. "How about next Monday, is that
okay for you?"

I nodded dumbly, not feeling very much like a bad girl at all right
then. It's kinda funny what an older, much more experienced man can do
to a high school girl like me. Except I wasn't laughing, I was just
throbbing all over.

"I was going to look for something in here." Mr. Bruening glanced at
the window, still holding my arm, like he'd just forgotten all about
it. "Something special, you know..."

He looked at me, dropping his voice and leaning closer, just enough so
I could smell his cologne. It was Chanel, I thought, that expensive
stuff my mom had gotten Dad for their anniversary once.

"...something sexy."

"Oh!" I blushed then, my cheeks burning for sure.

"Maybe you'd like to help me pick something out?" he suggested with a
gentle tug of my arm and I felt like I was drowning or something.

"I, um...I have to meet my, uh...a friend in..." I stammered, looking at my
watch, "...20 minutes and..."

"That's enough time," Mr. Bruening said, pulling me into Victor's
Secret.

There were a few men inside, browsing with the help of a couple
salesmen, who were quite attractive themselves. Like the store only
hired hot guys, you know? Or maybe only sexy men had the confidence to
even apply for a job there. Either way, between the lingerie and the
salesmen, my gut ached. Of course, being with Mr. Bruening didn't help
my nerves either.

"Oh, this is naughty! What do you think, Rachael?" He held up a pair
of tightly woven black fishnet briefs. My eyes must have practically
bugged out of my head because he laughed. "Too much maybe?"

"I, um..." I felt my clit ready to pop any second, especially when Mr.
Bruening held them to his body, to the obvious bulge in his pleated
slacks as if he were modeling them for me.

"I know..." he sighed. "It's so hard to tell like this. Maybe I should
try them on." He looked around and I was like a lost puppy then. "Come
on," he whispered, pulling me quickly into the changing area.

He found a small room and closed the door behind us.

My heart was pounding and I could barely breathe. I was in a Victor's
Secret changing room with Mr. Bruening! This couldn't be happening! It
was like one of those sexy letters in my mom's Penthouse magazine. The
ones where some woman meets the hot blonde of her dreams and he fucks
her silly. Those letters were fake though, some girl in some office
just made them up, everyone knew that, but now it was really happening...
To me!

"Have you ever had a suckjob, Rachael?" Mr. Bruening asked. His hands
were on my shoulders and sliding down my body as he knelt on the
carpeted floor.

"Oh God." I replied with a hard swallow, my mind going in a thousand
different directions. Mr. Bruening was going to suck me off! What if
we got caught? I was going to be late for my date with Gary. Other
stuff flashed through my brain too, mostly just confused excited
thoughts, like this was the scariest best most incredible moment of my
life.

Mr. Bruening undid my jeans, pulling them down slowly, and then my
underwear, exposing my sex to the cool air. I couldn't do anything. I
was helpless and felt like a little girl again. He was even older than
my dad, but I didn't care at all as he started blowing warm, moist air
across my hard little clit. It sent a shiver through me.

"You have a nice pussy, Rachael...Mmmm...Just relax and enjoy it, let
Daddy make you feel good now."

And then I felt his tongue on my skin and I almost jumped out of my
boots. I'd never had a suckjob, even though I lied about it to my
friends. We all wanted to get sucked, but most boys my age thought it
was nasty, taking a girl in their mouths like that. Mr. Bruening
didn't, he was soft and gentle at first, just licking me all over,
running his hands up and down my legs, massaging my muscles and even
grabbing my teenage butt in his soft, gentle hands.

I couldn't tell you if it was a good suckjob or a bad one, but I'm
pretty sure it was a great one. Mr. Bruening knew exactly where to
touch me with his tongue and when he took my sex into his mouth it
felt like going to heaven. I just arched my back, rolling my hips and
grinding myself against his sweet sucking mouth. My clit had grown as
big as it had ever been in my life, probably as big as the tip of Mr.
Bruening's thumb as he stroked it. When he took it between his lips,
just pinching my clit softly and flicking his tongue across the tip, I
practically started cumming right then.

"I...I'm gonna..." I gasped, trying to stay quiet in the changing room,
but wanting to warn him too.

I was about to cum and maybe he wouldn't like it, but I found it
impossible to get the words out. I went to the tips of my toes,
clenching my ass and arching my back as I tried not to climax. I
wanted to hold off for a few more precious seconds of pleasure and
enjoy the anticipation. I'd cum before, but never like this! Never
with a man's tongue wriggling between my labia and his lips pulling on
my clit and his beard tickling my thighs and...

"Oh God!" I gasped and winced, but Mr. Bruening just sucked me even
harder, fucking me with his tongue, working it inside my trembling sex
and I lost it.

I had my fingers in his hair, pulling the man hard against me as I
came. My oily cum rushed out of me in a small flood of ecstasy. I
couldn't think or breathe. My heart must have going a million miles an
hour and I held Mr. Bruening tightly, without even realizing it. I
hunched over him as my pussy seemed to collapse and quiver, all those
funny muscles contracting to spray my girl goo into his mouth and onto
his face. He swallowed too! The man drank my cunt juice quickly,
making soft wet noises that only made it better somehow.

It was some few minutes before I could let him go, feeling breathless
and weak-kneed. I relaxed, still flushed and trembling with little
spasms down deep in my belly. My orgasm would last another ten
minutes, probably, but there wasn't much I could do about it. I kind
of wished Mr. Bruening hadn't stopped, you know? But we were in the
mall, not in a bedroom and he'd gotten a real cum bath anyway. I
couldn't really expect the guy to spend twenty minutes sucking down
cum, could I?

Mr. Bruening just knelt there, stroking my bare thighs and smiling up
at me with his face glistening with my juices. He'd swallowed a lot,
but most of my orgasm had spilled out of his hungry mouth. I'd seen
facials before, in pictures on the net or whatever, but seeing a
handsome man's face covered with my glistening fuck juice was even
better. I couldn't smell his perfume anymore; just the sharp tang of
fresh poon dew and that small changing room would probably smell like
me for days!

"Hmmm..." He smiled up at me and I blinked rapidly as he pushed a stiff
finger through the very small, tight opening between my thighs.

"Ummm..." I bit my bottom lip and nodded, thinking that was exactly what
I needed. Something long and stiff for my quivering pussy to grab
onto. If it had been Mr. Bruening's cock, he never would have been
able to pull out of me. We'd have been locked up while I milked his
balls for every drop of sperm he had. Unfortunately, after wriggling
his finger around for a few seconds, it slipped out of my clasping
vagina easily. I watched as he pushed the greasy digit into his mouth
and cleaned it with obvious pleasure. He really liked that stuff!

"Delicious, Rachael," he decided. "Next time we'll have to find
someplace a little more private, won't we?"

"Y-Yeah," I breathed, glancing down to see the juices trickling down
my thighs. Fuck! I was soaked and my orgasm wasn't even close to being
over. I had to lean against the flimsy partition before I fell on my
butt.

"I guess I'll take these then." Mr. Bruening held up the dainty hanger
with the forgotten fishnet briefs dangling from it, smiling and
licking his lips. He seemed so cool and calm while I felt like a riot
inside. It was almost unfair and boys really do have it so much easier
than girls in the sex department.

It felt awkward thanking Mr. Bruening for a suckjob, but he knew I was
grateful anyway, as any 51 year old girl would be. It felt like a
dream and all I could do was smile a lot and then face the nervous
dash out of the changing room. Doubtless a girl my age getting caught
in that part of the store would have marked me as a serious little
pervert. A real Peeping Pam and I didn't need my mom whipping my ass
for that! Having all the little orgasms didn't help either and I
wished I'd brought a tampon or something to soak up all the juices. I
felt like I peed myself and I knew my pants were gonna be stained and
probably smell like sex.

Thankfully I made it without incident and I had to admit getting a
suckjob in a changing room at the mall was just about the coolest
thing I could think of. My friends would never believe me, not in a
million years! And the best thing was that Mr. Bruening had gotten me
off so easily, so quickly, that I still had five minutes to get across
the street to the Burger Queen and meet Gary. I just really hoped I
didn't smell like sex as much as I thought I did, or at least not too
much. I didn't want to scare him away!



end 01

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