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She started down the stairs, stepping carefully, then noticed that Mr.
Gleck was peering through the glass next to the door. He hadn't seen
her yet, but if he saw her coming down strangely, she'd have to cook up
some corny excuse that might come back to her parents later. Pausing to
gather her senses, she came down the rest of the way in a kind of
relaxed flounce, which kept her legs more spread apart and pliable than
they would with a normal walk. It was still extremely uncomfortable.
Every time she came down on a step, the bottle would continue to drop
after she landed, tugging directly at her vagina as though it would turn
her inside out if she landed too hard. At least her relaxed legs kept
her from clamping down too hard on the bottle and stimulating her raw
skin again.
Mr. Gleck peered through the glass at Jenny until she was right up next
to the door. The sooner he was gone, the better. Jenny opened the door
enough to fit her head in the gap, then did just that.
"Hi, Mr. Gleck."
"Hello, Jenny. How's it going?"
"All right."
"That's good. Are you getting along with your friends?"
"Uh, yeah."
He beamed at her, as though he had been unsure if Jenny was still
capable of having friends. "I thought I heard some noises in the house.
Are you all right?"
"Yeah, fine. I was just watching TV."
"You're sure you're all right?"
"Uh huh. Fine."
Mr Gleck's voice dropped in volume a couple notches, and he looked
around before he continued. "I was just worried, because I thought I
heard something in the house, then I saw you in the garage at your
father's tool rack, and you looked a little guilty. It seemed like you
were walking funny, too. You haven't done anything that would make your
parents mad, have you?"
"Oh, no, I haven't done anything like that!" Jenny tried to give him a
relaxed smile, but quickly stopped when she realized she was only
capable of a frantic grimace at the moment. "I was just looking at my
Dad's new drill, that's all."
It sounded incredibly hokey, but Mr. Gleck seemed to buy it. "Oh, so
are you a little handywoman about the house then?" He smiled, and Jenny
laughed politely.
"No, I just wanted to see it close up. Uh, when my Dad got it, he
didn't want anyone else to touch it, so he put it out in the garage and
told us to stay away." Jenny hoped her father hadn't actually told Mr.
Gleck anything different. "I just wanted to get a better look. I guess
it was something I really wasn't supposed to be doing. Are you going to
tell my Dad? I didn't break anything."
The older man smiled, then shook his head. "I think we can keep a
little secret about innocent curiosity, don't you?"
"I don't have a problem with that." She replied, and he held out his
hand. "Great! Let's shake on it." Jenny extended her hand, and Mr
Gleck grasped it and shook it thoroughly. His grip was hot and a little
moist. Mr. Gleck certainly seemed like an odd person to Jenny. She
wondered how his nephews felt about visiting him. He released her hand
and continued to stand on the step. "So, can I come in?"
"No! I mean, I'm sorry, it's just… I've just got to go to the
bathroom."
"Oh! Is that how I interrupted you?"
"Yes, I was all set."
"Oh!" Mr Gleck's face turned a little red. "Well then, by all means,
go. I'll come back some other time, OK?"
"OK. See you later, Mr. Gleck."
As soon as the door was closed she whirled around and hobbled to her
room as fast as she could. Throwing herself on the bed, she spread her
legs as wide as she could, then took a deep breath.
And let it out. And another breath. And let it out. When Jenny had
counted fifteen breaths, she put her hand on the base of the bottle and
began to pull gently. She took a deep breath. And let it out. The
bottle slid out by a millimeter. Jenny paused. And took a deep breath.
And heard the door open downstairs.
Her little sister, Lori had come home. She heard Lori's voice, then
heard Angie, Lori's friend. A few seconds later, a third voice joined
the two, the voice of some classmate of Lori's that Jenny wasn't
familiar with. Jenny let out her deep breath. The bottle didn't move.
Inhale. Exhale. Nothing. Relax. Girls downstairs. Inhale. Exhale.
Another millimeter.
Downstairs, Lori and her friends moved into the kitchen. The bottle
crept out another hair's width. Jenny could feel the suction building
up inside of her, and waited until it relieved itself again. The
preteens poured themselves drinks. Inhale. "Don't panic", Jenny
thought. Exhale. Another millimeter slid out.
What if they came into her room right now? Jenny realized that most of
the bottle was still inside of her. In fact, almost all of what was
originally inside of her. She tried not to panic, and slid another
fraction of the bottle through her lips. Cautiously, Jenny tried
another tug, but that only created more pain for herself. Slow and
steady seemed to do it. Jenny breathed in, breathed out, relaxed,
pulled, breathed in. And spread he legs a little wider. This time, the
bottle came out by a millimeter and a half. It did the next time, as
well. Downstairs, someone said "Let's go to your room, Lori!" Six feet
ran up the stairs. The bottle came out another millimeter.
Someone touched the knob to Jenny's door and began to turn. "Not there,
silly. That's Jenny's room. My room's over here." "What's in Jenny's
room?" Lori stood at the door. "JENNY?" Jenny lay silent on the bed.
Speaking would only make them come in, and they'd all see her on the bed
with a coke bottle five inches up her cunt. Breathe in. Breathe out.
Another millimeter.
Lori spoke. "You can go in there later. Let's go listen to my CDs now,
okay?" They ran into Lori's room. Jenny pulled out another fraction of
the bottle as the Spice Girls began to come from behind the door. This
time, she was able to get almost an eighth of an inch out. She began to
relax. She could do this. The bottle already felt less tight inside of
her than it did five minutes ago. Two more breathing cycles ought to do
it. Breathe in…. breathe out…. pull the bottle… Lori's voice in the
hall: "Jenny's got one in her room, I'll get it." YANK THE
BOTTLE….Jenny's gut felt like it was going to be pulled out of her
through her vagina, then there was a whooshing "pop" and the coke bottle
slid out of her body. Lori put her hand on the doorknob and turned as
Jenny smoothed the skirt over her crotch.
Lori barged in. "Oh, hi Jen. I'm going to borrow your Sheryl Crow CD."
Lori went straight to Jenny's CD rack, ignoring Jenny's messed up hair,
her flushed face, the empty coke bottle held between fingers, and the….
"Hey, Jenny. Isn't that your party dress?"
"Yeah. I was thinking of wearing it to the dance on Friday. What do
you think?" Jenny stood up and gingerly turned around on sore legs.
With the absence of the bottle, she almost felt gutted.
"You need to do something about your hair." Lori said promptly. "And
that dress has got a stain on the back. What did you sit in? Nice
makeup, though." Lori found the CD and pulled it out of the rack. "Oh
hey, where'd you get that coke?"
THE END
"It is only the great men who are truly obscene. If they
had not dared to be obscene, they could never have dared
to be great."
-Havelock Ellis
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