From ii361@cleveland.Freenet.Edu Wed Feb 19 08:34:34 1997 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Cumin' Of Age by T.F. Yank (Parts 6-9) From: ii361@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Ray N. Velez) Date: 19 Feb 1997 13:34:34 GMT Archive-name: 3plus/thomas.txt Archive-author: T.F.Yank Archive-title: Thomas- Coming of Age (37 Parts) From: yank@mala.proteus.qc.ca (Flying Yank) Organization: Mala's Refuge, Montreal, Canada Thomas' Story: Cumin' of Age ------------------------------ by T. F. Yank ----------------------------[ Disclaimer ]----------------------- The following story is purely fictitious. Any resemblance to real life simply means I got lucky. It contains consensual and non- consensual sex between minors (High School). If such things offend you, please hit 'N' or however you abort reading messages on your system. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- *** W A R N I N G *** -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- There is a particularly _UGLY_ rape scene depicted in chapters 23 - 26. You may wish to skip these chapters if you find such subject matter offensive. -----o0o----- Due to the length of the entire story (37 chapters in all), Please do not ask me to e-mail you any parts that you might have missed. Comments, criticisms (constructive or not), and even flames are permissable however. (Hell, I've been here for a while and STILL haven't received even one flame. Starting to feel left out [grin]) ----------------------------[ Enjoy ]----------------------- -- Chapter Six After supper, he went with his mother to the church. There were already several other ladies there when they arrived. Thomas noticed Mrs. Whalen, who rushed over to greet them. "Hello Edna. Thomas." "Why hello Mariam. How are you today? Sorry we're late," his mother answered. "Oh, you're not late. Some of us arrived early and started right away. There is an awful lot of things to sort for saturday." "I guess we had better get started then. Thomas, why don't you go see Mrs. Felting and see what she needs you to do." "Excuse me, Edna, but I'd like to talk to you about Thomas. And I'd like him to hear what I have to say, if you don't mind." "Thomas? Is something wrong?" "No, not at all. I've already talked to Thomas about this at school today, but he suggested that it might be better if I talked to you." Seeing the confused look on Edna's face, she proceeded to explain. "I had a meeting with a parent of one of my students today. I believe you know her? Mrs. Raster?" "Anyway, her daughter is doing rather poorly in my class. Now the girl is quite bright normally, but for some reason, she is having difficulty with the subject matter this term. I suggested to her mother that tutoring might be the answer." "As Thomas is by far the best student in the class, I also suggested he be the tutor. The mother has no objections. And Thomas said he wouldn't mind doing it. But he did suggest that I speak to you first." "I remember the girl. Didn't she sing in the choir last year?" "Yes that's the one. A very pretty girl. And very well behaved too, I might add." "Well that's something at least. Too many of the children today just seem to go wild. Satan's influence, of course." "Well, Louanne is definitely not one of them. But she is in need of help if she isn't to fail. I do hope you'll let Thomas help her." "I guess he could. As long as he doesn't neglect his own studies. When would this take place? And where?" "I had suggested that they might meet week nights to start. At least for two hours a night, maybe after supper? That way, they could still have their weekends free. They do need some time to play and relax." "Well, as long as his school work doesn't suffer. And he still does all his chores. Where would they meet? I sometimes stay late at the office. Someone should be there to keep an eye on them." "I'm sure Thomas can be trusted." "It's not Thomas I'm worried about." "Well, I'm sure Louanne is not someone you need worry about either. She's a very nice young lady. No, it was her mother's suggestion that they could study at her house. She promised to make sure they made good use of the time, and did not waste it." "Of course, Thomas couldn't be expected to do this for nothing?" "Nor should he. Mrs. Raster asked what would be a fair fee, and I suggested five dollars a session. That is the usual amount for tutoring." "When would they start?" "Mrs. Raster will be out of town until sunday. Monday would probably be best. The sooner Louanne receives the extra help, the sooner she'll catch up." "Well I guess that will be okay. But Thomas, you better make sure you don't fall behind yourself. Either at school, or at home." "I won't, Mom. I promise." "Okay then, it settled. Now run along and see what Mrs. Felting wants you to do." "Oh Thomas, before you go?" added Mrs. Whalen. "I'll speak to both you and Louanne after class tomorrow. I have prepared a plan I would like you to follow, at least for the first week. After that, I think we can concentrate on the areas where she's weakest. What do you think?" "Guess that's okay. I'll see you tomorrow, Mrs. Whalen. Right now I had better see what Mrs. Felting needs." Thomas took off in a hurry. "He's such a good boy, Edna. You must be quite proud of him." "Yes, he has turned out rather well, hasn't he. If you only knew how hard it is to raise a boy these days. And even harder to make sure he doesn't turn out weak like his father." "Well, you've done a good job, Edna. I wish all my students were as good as him. But maybe that would be asking too much. I guess we had better get to work too, if we expect to have all this sorted and ready for Saturday." The two women went to help the others. Thomas was furious. It wasn't fair. He had been looking forward to spending time with Debbie tomorrow. He felt somehow Louanne had arranged all this on purpose. First building up his hopes, and then dashing them. "That's ridiculous," he told himself. According to Mrs. Whalen, she hadn't mentioned him being the tutor to anyone until her meeting with Louanne's mother. There was no way Louanne could have known. Nor any reason why she would do anything like this. He was just feeling angry, and looking for someone to blame. He worked hard lifting boxes and moving things around. He was glad when his mother told him they were leaving. His anger had finally subsided, and he was just feeling disappointment. "Are you okay, Thomas?" asked his mother. "Sure, Mom. Why?" "You look a little down. You're sure you're okay?" "Yes ma'am. I'm okay. Just a little tired, I guess." "Well, we'll be home soon and you can go to bed early tonight. Can't have you getting sick or anything. By the way, how well do you know this Louanne Raster?" "Not very well, really. She's in my class, and she kinda goes out with Rodger. But we don't hang out together or nothing." "She goes out with Rodger? Isn't she a little young to be dating?" "A lot of the kids date, Mom. We're not little children any more." "You're all still nothing but overgrown babies. But if she is seeing young Rodger, at least they are probably behaving. He is such a good boy." Thomas wondered what she would have thought of Rodger if she had heard him talking about girls and sex like he did this morning. Or better yet, if she could have seen Louanne and Rodger in the theater last night. Or worse yet, what she would think of him if she knew what he and Debbie had been doing. Thomas was uncomfortable with that thought. "I remember Mr. Raster and his first wife quite well, may God rest their soul," his mother said. "Both staunch church goers. His wife died just after the daughter was born. He tried to raise her as best he could. I wasn't too happy about him marrying this new wife though. Too young for him, to say the least. It was too bad, though not too surprising, he died a year later. "But the new Mrs. Raster does appear to be okay. She attends services regularly, and even donates her time to various volunteer work. Someone told me she spends quite a bit of time at the hospital. And that she occasionally travels on business." "I don't see how she can spend much time raising that young girl properly though. No wonder the girl is so wild." "Louanne's not wild. She's a nice girl. She was in the choir last year." "Don't contradict me when I'm speaking, young man. Of course she's wild. She isn't in the choir this year, is she? And how else do you explain a girl her age dating boys? Just make sure you don't pick up any of her bad habits." "I won't Mom. I'm only going to be studying with her, not going out with her." "Don't get cheeky with me, Thomas. Remember what I've told you about men being weak. All it takes is a pretty face, a shapely body, and all your good intentions are forgotten." "You were too young to remember how it turned your father against family and church. How Satan sent his spawn disguised as a young pretty librarian to tempt your father. How he eagerly sold his soul by running away with the slut, leaving me alone with a small baby. Alone to just barely manage in this wicked world." "He didn't leave you alone, Mom. I'm still here with you." "Yes you are, Thomas. And I'm going to make sure Satan never gets you." "It may be too late," Thomas thought. Maybe that was what Debbie really was, a spawn of the Devil. Maybe she was his temptation, his test, to see if he was weak like his father. His mind was troubled as he returned home with his mother. -- Chapter Seven Thomas was just turning the corner when he saw Louanne leave her house. He called out to her as he ran to catch up. "Looks like your plans for today got fucked," Louanne said to him when he joined her. "Seems we have a meeting with Mrs. Whalen this afternoon?" "Yeah, I found out last night. I was helping out at the church when she told me and my mother about the tutoring." "Well, just so you know, I don't want any of this. I don't see why I need this shit anyways. I'm gonna be a model, or an actress. I don't need history for that." "But Mrs. Whalen said it was already agreed?" "Oh, I have to do it. My step-mom and I had a good fight about it last night. She told me if I failed this fucking class, not only would I be spending all summer in school, but she was gonna cut off my allowance until I passed the fucking class next year." "And just in case that wasn't enough, she threatened to ground me permanently if my marks don't improve on the next test. So whether I like it or not, I'm stuck. But don't you get any ideas. I may have to put up with you tutoring me, but I don't have to like it, or you for that matter." "Hey, I'm sorry. Maybe I should tell Mrs. Whalen I'm not interested in tutoring you." "Don't do that. If I have to have someone tutor me, I'd rather have you. You know it all." "I do happen to be pretty good in the subject. But I don't want you being mad at me because of it." "I'm not mad at you. I guess I'm just mad at the world." "Yeah, I know how that feels. I was really looking forward to being with Debbie this afternoon. Now with her being grounded, and me having to tutor you, I don't know when we'll be together again." "Hey, that's not a problem. You two can meet at my house tomorrow. Debbie will just say she's coming over to study with me. She does that all the time. My step-mom ain't back until Sunday. You can find a reason to get out of the house for a few hours, can't you?" "I don't know. Saturday is the church bazaar. I am suppose to be working at that." "All day? Can't you get away for a couple of hours?" "I can try. But I don't know for sure." "Well you better try hard. Or Debbie may decide she'd be better off with someone else." "I'll see what I can do. But I can't promise. If I did, I'd only be lying." They had reached Debbie's house. She was waiting for them. "Now you're the one who looks in bitchy mood this morning," Debbie said to Louanne. "And you're gonna feel the same way, once I tell you why," was Louanne's reply. Louanne explained what had happened. "Damn, that's not fair! I was looking forward to this afternoon," complained Debbie. "Besides it sounds like you'll be spending more time with Tommy than I will." "Well, it sure ain't cause he turns me on," shot back Louanne. "Besides it's up to your boyfriend here, when you two get together again." "What do you mean?" asked Debbie. "Well, I suggested that you two could over to my house tomorrow. You know how you always come over to study. But it seems he's got better things to do." "That's not fair, Louanne. Let me explain, Debbie." "Yeah, it sounds like you better," Debbie said accusingly. "Tomorrow is the church bazaar. And I'm suppose to be working at it. My Mom will be there too. I told Louanne I'd try to get away for a couple of hours, but I can't promise. If my mom ever found out, I'd be in big trouble." "If Debbie really meant something to you, you'd get away." "Louanne, lighten up, will you? If Thomas says he'll try, I believe him. I'm just disappointed, that's all. At least we can be together at lunchtime," Debbie said to Thomas. "And unless I can get away tomorrow, that'll probably be all the time we get together for awhile," Thomas said dejectedly. "Or until the next time my step-mom has to go out of town. We can still cut school like we planned another time. Maybe I'll get Rodger to do it too, and then I won't feel like a third wheel." They arrived at school, and Debbie pulled Thomas aside. "I'm really sorry we can't be together this afternoon. And I understand if you can't make it tomorrow. I just want you to know I don't blame you." "I'll really try tomorrow, I promise. Somehow we're find time to be together." "I'll see you at lunchtime. We can go out to the bleachers again, if you want to?" "I'd like that," Thomas said, giving her a quick kiss. "Comon you two, we'll be late for our first class," called Louanne. Reluctantly, Debbie and Thomas said goodbye and headed for their classes. --- *** --- Thomas had trouble concentrating all morning. He kept thinking of Debbie, and how she made him feel. Lunchtime seemed to take forever to arrive. When the final morning bell rang, he ran to the cafeteria. Debbie was waiting for him. She took his hand and led him out to the playing field. There was a game going on and the bleachers were full of people. "Shit, I forgot there was a practice today. It's as if someone was trying to keep us from being alone," she complained. "Hey, it's okay," said Thomas trying to cheer her up. "It's not okay. I almost feel like lying down here with you in front of all these people." "We couldn't do that," Thomas exclaimed. "Why not? I want everyone to know how much you mean to me. I want everyone to know how you make me feel." "Please Debbie. It wouldn't be right" "Oh, don't worry. I wouldn't really do it. We'd get thrown out of school, and I'd be grounded for the rest of my life. Besides, I'd never be able to see you again." Thomas was relieved to hear that. "It's just that you make me feel so happy, I want everyone to know. You're so sweet and caring. You make me feel like someone, someone important. And I think I'm falling in love with you." Thomas' heart stopped when he heard her mention love. "Gee, don't you think you're rushing things a bit?" he replied. "Hey, that's okay. I'm use to guys just going out with me for sex. If that's all you want, that's okay too. It just that with you, I feel different." "It's not just you're the first guy ever to make me come. I really feel something when I'm just with you like this. That's why it doesn't matter if you only like me for what we do when we're alone. You don't have to like me, just be with me." "I do like you. I like you a lot," Thomas protested. "And it isn't just the sex thing. But love? I don't know. I could just as easily say I love you. That's what you want me to say, isn't it? But I don't know how I feel. This is all so new to me, the sex and everything." "All I do know is that you do things to me, to my mind, that no one has ever done before. Is it just the sex? I don't think so. But I'm not sure if it's love either. I don't really know what it is. It's all so confusing." "Oh Tommy, you're so sweet. Maybe I am rushing things a bit. And maybe it is just the sex, for both of us. But I don't care. I just want to be with you every minute. I'll try not to pressure you into anything you don't want." "You're not pressuring me. We'll just have to wait and see what happens. And if I can find a way, I promise I'll be there tomorrow." They spent the rest of the lunch period walking hand in hand. When the bell rang, they kissed goodbye and hurried to their next class. --- *** --- The afternoon seemed to pass as slowly as the morning had for Thomas. But finally he was hurrying to his last class. Debbie and Louanne were already seated by the time he arrived and he wasn't able to speak to them. The class was mainly review, so at least he didn't have to pay close attention to what Mrs. Whalen was saying. When it was over, she asked him and Louanne to stay behind. "Thomas, this is the outline I mentioned last night," Mrs. Whalen said, handing him a sheet of paper. "If you two tackle the first five items next week, we can see where you might need extra help," she said to Louanne. Thomas looked over the topics listed on the paper. There wasn't anything he didn't already know perfectly. "We should be able to quickly cover these," he said to the teacher. "There's nothing difficult here." "Speak for yourself," said Louanne, once she glanced at the paper. "Now Thomas, you must remember that Louanne isn't as quick as you. Let her set the pace. She's the one who needs to learn it. If you go too fast, she'll only become more confused." "I suggest you first try to explain each section, then ask her questions about it. You should then be able to determine what areas you need to go over again in detail." "And Louanne, if he goes to fast, be sure to tell him. It's for your sake, you are doing this. And if you feel the need, I am available after school to answer any questions that Thomas might not be able to answer." "Thank you, Mrs. Whalen. But I'm sure Thomas will be all the help I need." "Well, you two better run along. If you have any problems, let me know. You're starting Monday, aren't you, Thomas?" "Yes ma'am. We haven't decided when exactly, but I guess sometime after supper." "My step-mom said 7:00 would be a good time," Louanne added. "Good. I wish you luck, Louanne. I'm sure you can do it if you try." They said goodbye to the teacher and left the classroom. "Listen to me," Louanne whispered to Thomas as they were leaving the building. "Rodger's walking me home today and I don't want him to know about tomorrow. If you can get away, come around to the back door. Try and make sure no one sees you. I don't want to have to explain to my step-mother why some boy was sneaking into the house." Before Thomas could reply, they ran into Debbie and Rodger. "How you doing, Tom?" asked Rodger. "Okay, I guess," Thomas replied stiffly, remembering the last time he and Rodger had talked. "Hey! Why don't you and Debbie come over to Dale's house tonight? He's got the new White Snake album. We gonna sit around, and let the sound clean our minds of all this school shit." "I have to work at the church tonight. Have to set up for the bazaar tomorrow, but thanks anyways," Thomas replied. "Oh yeah I forgot. My mom wants me to go with her tomorrow morning. What a drag. What about you, Debbie? You're more then welcome to come." "That sounds like fun. But I have other stuff I gotta do tonight." "Oh well, next time. Dale asked if we could pick up Sandy on the way. Is that okay, Lou?" "Yeah, I guess so. But I can't stay too late. My step-mom will be calling to check on me." "Hey Tom, what's this I hear you're gonna be spending more time with my girl than me?" asked Rodger. "I'm only going to be tutoring her," Thomas answered. "Yeah, but you'll be cutting into my time. Not that I'm worried, or anything. If anyone can teach my girl history, you can. Just do it quickly, will you? I don't know if I can survive too long without her." "Maybe you'll appreciate me more if you don't see so much of me," Louanne teased. "Or maybe I'll just find someone else to take care of my needs in the mean time," Rodger shot back. "If you do, you better keep them," Louanne said somewhat stiffly. "Hey, I'm only kidding. You know no one else could ever take your place," Rodger said as he put his arms around her and gave her a hug. "Shit, you're sure touchy today." "I guess I'm just pissed off about this tutoring thing." "Well it won't be forever. Tom will see to that, won't you Tom?" "I'll do my best," he answered. They had arrived at the corner near Debbie's house. She gave him a kiss, and whispered in his ear, "And I know you'll do your best for me too, tomorrow." She waved goodbye to the group, and left. Once Debbie was gone, Thomas really didn't want to be around Rodger. He was still pissed off at him and his comments yesterday. "Guess I'll take off here," he said to Rodger and Louanne. "Okay," answered Rodger. "Don't forget, if you finish early enough at the church tonight, you're still welcome to stop by Dale's. You're not still pissed at me for yesterday, are you?" "Yes I am," Thomas replied. "What happened yesterday?" Louanne asked. "This is boy talk, Lou. Nothing that would interest you. Look Tom, I'm sorry about what I said yesterday. It started out as teasing and kinda got carried away. I didn't mean to get you mad or anything. I'm really sorry." "Well, maybe I over reacted a bit too. Okay, no hard feeling." "Good. Now you will try to stop by later, won't you?" "I'd really like to, but I suspect we'll be at the church late. And I have to be there again first thing in the morning. So I better not stay up too late. But maybe I'll see you tomorrow night, okay?" "Sure, no problem. If you can get away tomorrow afternoon, a bunch of us are playing ball over at the school. Maybe we'll see you then?" "I dunno. But if I can, maybe. Anyhow I'd better be getting home. I'll see you two soon." They said goodbye to Thomas, and continued to Louanne's house. "I knew weird Tom couldn't stay mad forever," Rodger chuckled once they were out of sight. "What was all that about anyways?" asked Louanne. "Aw, nothing really. He didn't like something I said, and I didn't take too kindly to something he said. But it ain't important. What is important is whether you're gonna let me come in when we get to your house." "Don't start that again, Rodger. You know I'm not allowed to have any boys in the house when my step-mom isn't home." "Aw, comon Lou. I need to be with you today. Who knows when we'll see each other again with you doing all this tutoring stuff with Mr. Weird." "Yeah, and I know all about you and your needs. I wonder sometimes if that's the only reason you go out with me." "How can you say that? You know I love you." "Do you really love me? Or do you love what I do for you?" "That's ain't fair. Of course I love you. And I love what you do almost as much. So how about it, can I come in?" "No! Shit, that's all I need. One of these nosey neighbors telling my step-mom how I had a boy in the house. She's already threatened to ground me for the summer if I don't improve my marks." "But Lou, I have needs." "Why don't you take your needs in hand and pull." "But your mouth feels so much better," he said with a big grin. "Well this mouth is on strike as of now. At least until you learn to use yours for something else besides bullshit." "What the fuck do you mean by that?" "You heard me. I'm sick and tired of always being the one who does all the work. If you want me to do that again, you'll have to do me first. And I don't mean a couple of licks and kisses either. All the way, or you can forget about my mouth permanently." "You can't do that" "I sure can, and I will. As a matter of fact, I think I'm going to have a headache tonight, so don't bother picking me up. I won't be going over to Dale's" "What the fucks gotten into you?" Rodger snarled as he grabbed her arm. "Stop that. You're hurting me," Louanne cried out. "I'll do more than hurt you, you stupid bitch. Where the fuck do you get off telling me what you'll do or not do. Fuck, you were nothing before I decided to go out with you. And you'll be nothing again if I dump you." "Please Rodger, you're hurting my arm. Let me go, please?" "I'll be by at seven to pick you up, and you goddamn better be ready. Ain't no way I'm gonna look like a fool. I've already told everyone you'd be there. And you will be, won't you?" "Sure, Rodger. Anything you want. But please let go of my arm, you're hurting me." "Oh, what have I done? I'm sorry Lou, really I am. The thought of being without you is more than I can stand. I really do love you. I didn't mean to hurt you, really." "Well, I guess it's okay. But you really frightened me. Don't ever do that again, okay?" "Sure sweetheart. I guess I just got carried away. If you really don't feel like going tonight, that's okay too. Maybe we can just go for a walk or something. It will be one of the last time we'll be alone for awhile." "I dunno. I really do have a headache. And I should start studying all that stuff for history. What if I see you tomorrow night?" Rodger looked like he would explode again. Louanne quickly added, "And then maybe we could go to the playing field, just the two of us?" "That sounds more like my girl. Sure, that would be a great idea. Your mom doesn't get back 'til Sunday, right?" So we could stay out real late?" "Well, I ain't too sure about that. She usually calls to make sure I'm home by a certain time each night." "No problem, we just make sure you're back in time for the call, and then we can sneak back out." "Well, maybe. Anyhow I better be getting in, in case she calls. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" "Sure babe. I do love you, Louanne. I love you a lot." "And I love you, too," she said, giving him a quick kiss. Before he could do or say anything else, she quickly ran into the house. Closing the door and locking it, Louanne stood there frightened. Her heart was racing, and her stomach felt sick. "My God," she thought, "he could have killed me." Her arm still hurt where he had grabbed it. His comments about her being nothing before him, and how she would be again when he dumped her, kept echoing in her mind. True, after Gary moved away, she didn't seem to fit in with any particular crowd. And after she started dating Rodger, she did seem more popular. The phone rang. She went to answer it. As expected, it was her step-mom. "Hi," Louanne said, putting the questions screaming in her mind aside. "I thought it would be you." -- Chapter Eight Thomas had been working hard all morning, carrying boxes and bags out to people's cars. Heck, he had even carried out a complete dining table and chairs. He was more than happy when his mother suggested they take a break and grab a bite to eat. There was a small area set aside in one corner of the church basement where they served sandwiches and stuff. He and his mother looked for a place to sit. His mother spotted Mrs. Whalen and went to join her. "Hello Mariam. Are these two seats taken?" his mother asked. "Oh hi, Edna. Thomas. No, please sit down. I'm just having a coffee before I go back to work. I went home for lunch, and to check on things. It is such a lovely day outside." "It must be," his mother answered. "I can't believe all the people who have stopped by this morning." "Have you been here all day, Thomas?" asked Mrs. Whalen. "Yes ma'am." "Edna, how can you be so cruel to the boy? It is such a beautiful day outside. And here you are keeping him cooped up with us old ladies. I saw a bunch of boys playing ball over at the school on my way back here. Wouldn't you rather be playing ball than stuck here, Thomas?" "It's okay, Mrs. Whalen. They need me here to help carry stuff." "There are plenty of others who can do that. Don't you think he's worked hard enough today, Edna?" "Well, I guess it would be all right for him to go play for awhile. But you have to be home in time for supper, young man." "Could I, Mom? Oh, I'll make sure I'm not late for supper, really I will. You're sure you don't mind?" "Of course not. What kind of a mother would I be, if I didn't allow you to have some time to play. You run along and have fun. Try not to get too dirty, or hurt yourself. And make sure you're home in time for supper. Now go on." Thomas jumped up, gave his mother a kiss on the cheek, and started to leave. "Just one moment, young man. Where are your manners?" "Sorry Mom. Goodbye, Mrs. Whalen. Goodbye Mother. And thank you, thank you both." Thomas walked slowly until he neared the basement steps, and then broke into a run. He nearly collided with an elderly couple as he ran out the door. He continued running until he neared Louanne's house. Stopping for a moment to catch his breath, he then walked around the back of one of the houses several doors away. He cut across the backyards, climbing fences. He hoped no one had seen him as he climbed the last fence into Louanne's backyard. He quickly went to the back door and knocked. The door opened suddenly, and he felt himself being pulled inside. "Well it's about time you showed up," said Louanne, closing the door quickly behind him. "I hope no one saw you coming here?" "Oh hi, Louanne. I don't think anyone saw me. Is Debbie here already?" "She's been here since way before lunch. She's downstairs in the playroom." Louanne giggled. "What's so funny?" Thomas asked. "She's in the playroom, get it? Isn't that what the two of you . . ." "Tommy? Is that you, Tommy?" called Debbie from the bottom of the stairs. "Yeah, it's him," answered Louanne. "I was just getting us something to drink," Louanne said to Thomas. "Do you want a pop or something?" "Sure. Whatever you have. And maybe something to eat? I kinda left my lunch at the church." He felt someone's hands wrap around his waist as Debbie whispered in his ear, "I've got something you can eat." Thomas felt himself turn red. He turned to greet Debbie. Before he could say anything, she pressed her mouth against his. "Shit, can't you two at least wait until you're downstairs?" said Louanne in disgust. "Go on! Get down there, and I'll get the drinks and stuff." Debbie led Thomas down to the playroom. Leading him to the couch, she pushed him down, and jumped into his lap. Again she smashed her mouth against his, her tongue forcing it way between his lips. She took his hand and pressed it against her chest. Thomas had trouble breathing. Debbie's jumping on him had knocked most of the breath out of him. He gently pushed her away. "Please, Debbie. Give me a chance to catch my breath." "Oh Tommy, I'm so happy you actually made it. All I could think of all last night, and this morning, was what it would be like to be with you. And then I started worrying about whether you would show up or not." "I got here as soon as I could. I wasn't sure if I could get away at all." "I'm glad you did. But let's not waste time talking. Kiss me, please Tommy?" He took her face in his hands and gently kissed her nose. His mouth moved to her eyes and then her forehead. Moving slowly downward, he traced a line with his tongue down her nose to her lips. Her mouth parted in anticipation. He purposely skipped her mouth and started kissing her chin. She tried to press her face closer to his, but his hands prevented it. He moved upward, his tongue lightly caressing her lips. Her tongue shot out and tried to enter his mouth. He simply moved his face away. Her hands tried to pull his away, but he was stronger than her. "Comon, Tommy. Don't tease! Kiss me for real." He pressed his mouth to hers. Her tongue pushed against his closed lips. His hands move down to gently stroke her neck. His lips parted and allowed her tongue to enter. He sucked on it, and teased it with his tongue. Debbie pressed her body tight against him as her hand rubbed the crotch of his pants. Thomas felt his penis harden and he moved his hand to her breast. "Shit, if you two didn't want anything, you could have save me the trip down here," Louanne said as she entered the room. Thomas tried to move away from Debbie. His hand flew to cover the bulge in his pants. Debbie refused to remove her hand and continued to rub him. "Please Debbie. Louanne's here," he whispered. "Don't worry. I won't be for long," Louanne answered. "I guess I'll go see what I can do upstairs. I can see you two don't need me around." "No, you don't have to do that," Thomas said. "It is your house and . . ." "Christ, is he always that dense?" Louanne asked Debbie. "Just get lost, and leave us alone, will you?" was all Debbie said before she started kissing Thomas again. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do," Louanne called out as she ran up the stairs. "Thank God, she's gone," said Debbie as she started to remove her top. Unhooking her bra, she said, "Comon, don't just sit there, get your clothes off." She stood and removed her skirt. Thomas was surprised to see she wasn't wearing any panties. He started to unbutton his shirt. "Damn, you're slow," she said as she knelt in front of him and unbuckled his belt. He stood up and dropped his pants. Debbie pulled down his shorts before he had the chance. Her hands reached up and grasped his erect shaft. "God, it's beautiful, so big and so hard. It makes me wet just looking at it. But it'll have to wait just a bit longer." She jumped up and sat on the couch. Spreading her legs wide, she reached out to Thomas and said, "Kiss me." He leaned over and tried to kiss her on the mouth. Her hands pushed his head down as she said, "No silly. Down here. Kiss me there like you did yesterday. Make me come again, please?" Thomas dropped to his knees and pressed his mouth to her vagina. His tongue sought out her clitoris and flicked across it. "Oh, God, yes. But kiss me all over down there first. Make me all hot and wet. Yes like that. Stick your tongue in me. Yes, oh yes. Deeper. Please. More. God it feels so good." Thomas could feel the heat radiating from her now wet vagina. He continued to lick and suck her slit, excited by Debbie's verbal encouragements. He wondered what would happen if he stopped. He lifted his face from between her legs. Debbie tried to force his face back down. "Please don't stop now. Please Tommy? Just a little bit more?" she whimpered. He lifted himself up until her breasts loomed before him. His tongue flicked across one of her nipples as his hand caressed the other. "Oh you like my titties? Okay you can suck them if you want. But don't let my pussy get cold. Use your other hand to rub it. Yeah, like that. Play with my clit. No! Softly. Yes, like that. Ooh, you're so good Tommy. Just a little bit more and I'll be good to you too." Tommy moved so he could pay attention to both her breasts and her vagina. He noticed that she reacted differently depending on what he did. If he just teased her nipples, or her clit, she begged him for more. If he sucked and tongued her nipples hard and fast, she cried out in delight. The same with her clitoris. It was funny, but he felt a sense of power over her. She was his to play with. Like a stringed instrument, pluck one string and she sang in one key. Strike another and she sang a completely different song. His mouth moved down across her stomach until it came to rest at her vagina. He gently blew on her slit. Debbie reached down and parted her vaginal lips. Her hand grabbed the back of his head and pressed him closer. "Do me now, please. I'm almost there. All I need is just a little bit more." His tongue slowly moved against her clitoris. "Ooh yes, Tommy. Like that. Do it faster, please." He lifted his face again. Looking up at her, he asked, "Do what faster?" "Lick me, please?" "Lick what?" "Comon, Tommy. Don't tease me. You want me to talk dirty, is that it? Okay. Eat me, you big fucking stud. Stick your great big tongue into my burning hot cunt and fuck me with it." "Stop that!" he snapped. "I don't like that." Confused, Debbie shut up. Thomas realized that she didn't know what to do next. He lowered his face and licked her gently. "Do you like that?" "Yes," she answered, not quite sure. He pushed his tongue in and out of her vagina several times. "Do you like that?" "Oh yes. Please don't stop." "Which do you like better?" "Oh your tongue. I like your tongue best." "But I used my tongue both times." "In me. I liked it in me." He again licked her, but this time he gently rubbed her clitoris with his finger. "And that? Do you like that better?" "Oh yes. Please Tommy. Don't tease me like that." "I'm not teasing. I'm just trying to figure out what you like best." "I like it all! Just don't stop, please Tommy?" "And when I do this?" He took her clitoris between his lips and gently sucked it. "Yes, oh God yes." "Or this?" Again he took her clitoris between his lips and flicked his tongue as fast as he could across it. "That's it. Oh God, Tommy, yes." He realized he was tormenting her. The thought excited him. But then he felt guilty about it. He continued to work on her clitoris, sucking and tonguing it. "Oh God Tommy, I coming again," Debbie cried out as she wrapped her arms around his head. He didn't stop what he was doing until Debbie gently lifted his face from between her legs. "I love you, " she whispered as she hugged him tight to her. He pulled her down next to him on the floor. He ran his hands over her body. Debbie wrapped her arms around him and snuggled against him. Her hand found his erect penis and lightly stroked it. "You're so good to me," she said. "Am I? I'm sure the other guys were too." "No, you don't understand. The others were only interested in what I would do for them. They never tried to make me feel good like you do. You always do me first and never make demands. You're very special." "Were there a lot of guys before me?" "No one special like you." "That's not what I asked. How many others were there?" Debbie turned her face away from his questioning eyes. "Are you ashamed to tell me?" he asked. "Well, you're not suppose to talk about old boyfriends or girlfriends." "Why not?" "I dunno. I guess cause it makes people jealous." "Well I never had a girlfriend before so I can't tell you about them. But I was curious how many you had before me. You seem to know lots of stuff." "Well, I never really had a boyfriend before either. Least ways, none that went out with me for any length of time. After we would fool around once or twice, they would kinda not want me around any more." "I don't see why not." "Well, I guess I'm not what you would consider a good girl. Just someone to have a bit of fun with. But not someone you'd want to take to the school dance." "But if that happened to you all the time, why'd you do it?" "But if I didn't do it, they wouldn't ever go out with me at all. I'm not pretty like Louanne, or smart like that girl, Sandy. I'm just plain. But I got big titties and I know how to use my mouth. So I use what I got." "It seems to me, you'd be better off if you just waited until you found someone who liked you for yourself, and not for what they could get you to do." "Yeah right. And if I hadn't sucked you off the first night, would you be here now?" Thomas thought for a moment. "I didn't want to go out with you that first night at all. It was only because Rodger and Dale teased me that I agreed. But I never went out with any girl before. So you can't really use me as an example." "That's not what I asked you. Would you have seen me again after, if I hadn't given you a blowjob? If I hadn't promised that we would do even more the next time we were alone?" "I guess so." "You guess so? You don't know? You, Mr. Goody-Two-Shoes, can't give me an honest answer?" "Okay, so probably I wouldn't have gone out with you again. But I probably wouldn't have gone out with any girl again. It wasn't just you." "So it was only for the sex that you agreed to see me again?" "Okay, yes. But that was before I got to know you. I would go out with you now without the sex." "Bullshit! The moment I stop doing that stuff, you'll take off like all the others. You don't understand at all. Besides, I like the sex part too. It makes me feel good, sometimes real good. And it makes me feel special. I know I do things others girls don't do. I know the guys come to me, and only me, for things they can't get from other girls." "Things? What kinda things?" Thomas asked. "I swallow it when a guy comes. I'm always surprised at how much that turns them on. I don't see the big deal. It's a lot less messy that way. But other girls don't do that. Even when they say they're in love, like Louanne." "What do you mean like Louanne?" "Well she and Rodger are suppose to be so deeply in love. Yet if she does suck him off, she always ends up finishing him with her hands. Shit, if I was going out with a guy as popular as him, I'd swallow all he wanted me to." Thomas remembered Rodger's comment about good girls not doing stuff like that. "What else do you do that the other girls won't?" "Well, sometimes if the guy is really nice, I let him fuck my titties." "Excuse me?" Thomas asked, not sure what she was talking about. "You know, you stick your cock between my titties and pretend it's a pussy. I squeeze them together and as the head of your cock passes through, I lick it with my tongue. When you ready to come, you stick it in my mouth and I finish you with my mouth. That really turns them on." Thomas tried to imagine what that would be like. He wasn't quite certain if he'd like that. "Was that the surprise you promised me?" "No, I have something better for you." "Better than what we've already done?" "Sure, way better. Haven't you ever wanted to fuck?" "Er . . . I . . . " "Comon, haven't you ever dreamed of fucking someone? One of the girls in school, or maybe someone in the movies?" "Well, I . . . er . . . But you're a virgin. We couldn't do that." "We're not really gonna fuck. But it will feel like it for you." "I don't understand. If we're not really gonna do it, what are we gonna do?" "I only do this with guys I think are very special. And you are, Tommy. I really do love you. And I don't care if you are only going out with me for sex. You make me feel like no one else ever has." "You don't have to do any more just for me. I'm more than happy with what we are doing," Thomas said, slightly frightened by what Debbie was planning. "No, I want to do this for you. You'll really love it, too." Thomas still looked uncertain. He was wondering if he wouldn't be better off if he left. "Let me get my purse," Debbie said, as she stood up. She went to the table and retrieved it. Reaching into it, she pulled out a small tube. Returning to where Thomas was, she sat down next to him. "This is vaseline," she said. "I rub some of it on the inside of my thighs like this. Now let me rub some on your cock. There, that should be about right." Thomas squirmed as Debbie rubbed the vaseline on his penis. "Oh the little guy likes it already. Look how he jumps when I touch him." Debbie gave his penis a little kiss. "Now kneel here in front of me." Thomas raised himself to his knees. His shaft stood straight out. Debbie turned her back to him and knelt down. She raised her buttocks as she lowered her face to the floor. "Now move closer, yeah, that's it. Stick your cock between my legs. Yeah, like that. Now I squeeze my thighs real tight and you move your cock back and forth. That's it, like that. Doesn't that feel good?" Thomas tentatively moved his hips forward forcing his shaft through her closed thighs. He drew back slowly, enjoying the pleasant sensation. The vaseline helped him slip between her legs with ease. He pushed against her again. This time he could feel his penis strike against her stomach. Slowly he increased the speed of his movement. He was amazed by the feeling he received as his shaft rubbed against her thighs. "Do you like it?" Debbie asked. "Oh, yes. I can't believe it," he managed to reply. "I call it a fake fuck. We can do this all you want, and I still remain a virgin." Thomas moved faster, his legs slamming against her buttocks. His testicles bounced against her legs causing small shockwaves to travel up and down his body. His breathing became ragged and his heart beat faster. He squeezed his eyes shut in an attempt to concentrate of the feelings between his legs. Debbie's fingers caressed the tip of his penis each time it passed through her legs. She was driving him crazy. "Do you like it?" she asked. "Oh yes," he groaned in response. "Do you love it?" "Yes, God, yes." "Do you love me?" "God, it feels good," he answered. "Say you love me, please?" she asked. "I love what you do to me," he answered. "No, say you love me." she demanded as she widened her legs. The loss of sensation caused him to falter in his movement. "No! Please! Just a little more," he begged. "Say you love me. I don't care if you lie, just say it. Please Tommy?" He tried to rub against one thigh to recapture the feeling he wanted. "Say it, damn it," Debbie cried out. Her hand grabbed his shaft and squeezed it hard. "Just say it once, please Tommy." Her fingernails dug into his shaft, causing him pain. Tommy tried to push her way, but she kept hold of his penis. She once again clamped her thighs tight around his shaft. Her hips moved back and forth as her fingers teased the tip of his reddened rod. "I can make you feel real good, Tommy. Just say it for me. I'll never ask you again. Say you love me, please?" Once again the intense pleasure surged through him. He responded to Debbie's attention by pumping harder against her. His testicles felt as if they would soon explode. Debbie spread her legs apart and moved forward, away from him. "Damn you, you bastard. What do I have to do to get you to say you love me. What do you want? You don't have to mean it, just say it. Do you want to fuck me for real? Is that it?" She rolled onto her back and spread her legs apart. "Just say it, and you can stick it in." It was if she had suddenly slapped him across the face. He felt very cold. "Please Debbie, don't do that." "You wanna fuck me, I know it. Just say it and you can. You can do anything you want, but say you love me." "Please Debbie, don't do this. Why is it so important that I say it?" "Just say it. Never mind why, just say it." "But I don't understand." "Fuck you! Why do you need to understand. Just say it." He crawled to her and tried to hold her in his arms. She started sobbing the moment he touched her. "Please don't, Debbie. If it is so important to you, I'll say it. But I want to understand why you need me to." "I love you," she sobbed. "and I want you to love me. I need you to love me. I can't explain it. Even if I know deep down you really don't mean it, it just makes everything right. Would it hurts so much just to tell me a little white lie?" The pain reflected in her eyes tore at his heart. He realize that she needed to pretend she was loved. She would do almost anything to feel loved. If she only realized just how special she really was. Not for what she did, but because of who she was. A beautiful person just wanting to love someone, and be loved in return. He wasn't sure what he was feeling. Her pain hurt him. And he knew he wanted to be with her. And not just for sex. He wanted to be near her, and hold her like he was now. Okay, maybe they could fool around a little. He did like that too. But even if they never did anything again, he knew he still wanted to be with her. He held her tight, and gently kissed the tears from her face. "I love you," he whispered. Debbie stiffened in his arms. "I love you," he said louder. "Oh Tommy, thank you. You don't know how much that meant to me. I don't care if you mean it or not. You can stick it in me now," she said as she tried to roll onto her back. "No, you don't understand. I didn't say it for that. I mean it. I've never felt this way about someone before. And it's more than just the sex thing. And it's more than just liking someone. So I guess you can call it love." "You don't have to explain, really. And I promised you something extra special today. So you can fuck me if you want to." "Stop it! You're not listening. I said I love you. Not to fuck you. Not so we can do something else. But because I realize that I want to be with you. Or rather I don't want to be without you. I don't want to fuck you now, or ever." "Someday, maybe we'll make love. Make love, not fuck, do you hear me? We'll show each other just how much we really do love one another. But not today. Things are happening too fast for me." "I've never been in love before. I've never done a lot of things we've done and felt in the past two days. I need some time to sort things out. Right now, I'm just happy to hold you in my arms. I don't need anything else." "Oh God, you really do mean it," Debbie said as she rained kisses on his face. "Yes, I do. God this is crazy. I just met you. But I can't imagine what I'm feeling is anything else. I love you, Debbie." "And I love you, Tommy. God, how I love you." They kissed tenderly, holding each other tightly. "Tommy, you need to know a few things about me. I never answered your questions before about the other guys." "I don't care about them." "No, let me do this, please? I want no secrets between us. There were eight all together. The first was two years ago. He was the first one I sucked off. But he dumped me when I refused to swallow it." "I didn't make that mistake with the second one. But he wanted more than that, and I wouldn't let him. I meant it when I said I'm still a virgin." "It was the fourth guy that taught me the trick with my titties. But he moved away. The next two guys weren't satisfied with that and I found myself alone again." "It was then I came up with the idea for the fake fuck. And the next guy loved it. We went out for almost six months. But his father caught us one day, and he wasn't allowed to see me again." "I didn't do it with the last guy though. He only went out with me once or twice, and then dumped me for someone else. So I guess you could say I've a bit of a reputation. A lot of people are gonna say you're only going out with me 'cause I fool around. You might be better off if we pretended we weren't going out together." "I don't care what others think. What you did before doesn't matter either. What matters is we have each other, here and now." "Oh Tommy, you make me so happy," said Debbie as she started crying again. "Comon, stop that. I said I love you. Don't cry." "I can't help it. I've never been this happy before," sobbed Debbie. Thomas couldn't make any sense of her. She cried when she was unhappy, and when she was happy. Not knowing what else to do, he just held her. Debbie finally managed to control her crying. She kissed him as her hand moved to grasp his penis. "Don't, Debbie. You don't have to do that stuff." "But I want to," she said with grin. She gently ran her nails along the underside of his now limp penis. Her mouth moved down his chest seeking his nipple. As her tongue flicked across it, a shiver went through him. Thomas felt himself harden as Debbie's hand continued to play with his shaft. He watched as she slithered further down his body until her mouth was poised above his fully erect penis. "This poor little thing still hasn't had his reward," she said as her tongue licked his now throbbing penis. "You don't really want me to stop, do you?" "Well, if you really want to. I guess it wouldn't matter," he stammered. "Oh, I'll stop if you insist," she said just before she took the tip in her mouth. Her tongue wound around the rim of his shaft's tip, sending searing hot flashes deep within his testicles. "Oh God, please don't stop," he pleaded. "You sure you don't want me to stop?" she teased. "You do, and I'll never do you again," he answered as he reached down to grab her head. She moved away quickly, avoiding him. He scrambled to his knees and crawled after her. Debbie slid along the floor on her stomach. He overtook her and raised her head to his lap. "What were you saying about this poor fellow?" he asked as he brushed her mouth with his penis. "He doesn't look so poor now," She giggled in reply. "Actually he looks quite healthy." "Well don't let looks deceive you. He is actually in need of a lot of care right now." "Oh, the poor baby. Maybe if I give him a little kiss like this," said Debbie as she lightly tongued the small opening at the tip. "God yes!" "Or maybe he's cold and he'd like this better," she said as she took him deep in her mouth. "Yes, yes," was all Thomas could say. Debbie moved so she was kneeling in front of him. Her hands grasped the base of his shaft tightly as her mouth moved rapidly up and down. Thomas felt his testicles contract as the pressure became unbearable. "Debbie? Debbie, your dad's on the phone for you," called Louanne as she came running down the stairs. "Shit, not now," exclaimed Debbie as she lifted her head from Thomas' lap. "You better hurry," Louanne said. "He sounded pretty mad to me." As Debbie turned to answer Louanne, Thomas felt himself start to climax. Debbie, her face half-turned towards Louanne, caught the first spurt of his cum across her nose. As she moved to get up, the second spurt hit her buttocks. Debbie rushed upstairs to take the phone. Thomas couldn't stop himself. Having lost the warmth of Debbie's mouth, he grabbed his shaft and pumped madly. He held up one hand to catch the sticky cum so that it wouldn't soil the floor. Louanne suddenly realized what she had interrupted. She stood transfixed as Thomas continued to jerk off. She knew she shouldn't be watching. But she couldn't tear her eyes away from what he was doing. The urgency over, Thomas continued to milk his penis slowly, trying to get every bit of pleasure possible. He was surprised to find that he wasn't embarrassed by Louanne watching him. Actually it was kind of exciting. Feeling absolutely wicked, he asked," Wanna lick?" His comment seemed to bring Louanne back to life. "Oh, you're disgusting!" she snapped at him. She walked over to the table, and picking up a box of kleenex, threw it at him. "Why don't you clean yourself off. And you better make sure you haven't messed the rug." Thomas easily caught the flying box. He grabbed several kleenex and wiped his hand. His penis was still erect. He gently wiped it too, enjoying the stabs of pleasure he felt. "Fuck, the bastard was checking up on me," Debbie said as she came down the stairs. "He wanted to know why I was over here for so long. I told him that we weren't finished studying yet. And he said if I wasn't home in thirty minutes, I'd never go anywhere again." Thomas walked over to Debbie and wiped the cum that was still on her nose. "Well, we still have almost thirty minutes," he said as he lowered his head to take her breast in his mouth. "Tommy, don't!" Debbie exclaimed. He wrapped one arm around her back and the other under her legs. He lifted her easily, and carried her to the couch. He gently lowered her on it. Dropping to his knees in front of her, he asked, "Why?" "Please Tommy. I have to go home." "Yeah, but not for a while yet," he said as he spread her legs apart and sank his face between them. His tongue immediately sought out her clitoris and licked it. "Oh, Tommy. Please there isn't time. Oh God, Tommy, don't" He ignored her words and forced his tongue deep into her vagina. His hands joined in and stoked her clitoris. "Ooh Tommy. We shouldn't. What about Louanne?" Thomas raised his face while his hands continued to caress her vagina and clitoris. With a grin, he said, "She'll just have to wait her turn. You come first." He looked at Louanne, challenging her to say something. Never breaking eye contact with her, he slowly lowered his face between Debbie's parted legs. As his tongue again made contact with Debbie's now rigid clitoris, she whimpered, "Please Tommy. We shouldn't. It isn't fair. Oh God, that feels so good." As she entwined her hands in his hair, Thomas knew she really didn't want him to stop. Soon she was begging him to stop teasing her. "Oh Tommy, just a little more, please? Oh yes, like that. No. Please don't tease. Do me right. Please Tommy. My god, you're driving me crazy." He glanced at Louanne and saw she was still standing there, watching them. The thought of one girl watching while another begged him to eat her, excited him more. He continued to tease Debbie so she would beg louder just to see how Louanne would react. But Louanne did nothing. She just stood there, her hands at her side, her face expressionless. Feeling a little disappointed, Thomas concentrated on making Debbie come. Debbie was moaning loudly by now. "God yes. That's it. Tommy, my sweet Tommy. I'm coming. God, yes I'm coming." As Debbie squirmed beneath him in the throes of her orgasm, Thomas once again glanced over at Louanne. But she was no longer there. He wasn't sure why he felt disappointed. Debbie reached out and pulled his face to hers. "I love you so much," she said as she kissed him. "I don't ever want to lose you." They clung to each other and exchanged words of love.