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(FF, reluc, 1st-lesbian-expr) *** "Well baby, there you stand. With your little head, down in your hand. Oh, my God, you can't believe it's happening again. Your baby's gone, and you're all alone and it looks like the end." "And you're back out on the street, and you're tryin' to remember. How do you start it over? You don't know if you can. You don't care much for a stranger's touch, but you can't hold your man." "You never thought you'd be alone this far down the line. And I know what's been on your mind. You're afraid it's all been wasted time." When I got home from the gravel pits, thank god my parents were already in bed. I know I smelled like cigarettes and beer, and I wasn't walking too straight. I switched on my radio and lay down on the bed. I stared at the ceiling for a minute, then I made the drunken mistake of opening an old wound. As Wasted Time by The Eagles drifted from my clock radio, I slowly paged through one of my old journals. In the margins my name was written neatly three different ways, each time with my ex-boyfriends last name. Tanya Reed-Martin, Tanya Mary Martin, Tanya M. Martin. The old memories of Tommy Martin and how he broke my heart right before summer started, were too much. The tears I hadn't shed in weeks began to well in my eyes as Don Henley kept singing. "The autumn leaves have got you thinking about the first time that you fell. You didn't love the boy too much, no, no, you just loved the boy too well. Farewell." "So you live from day to day, and you dream about tomorrow, oh. And the hours go by like minutes and the shadows come to stay. So you take a little something to make them go away." "And I could have done so many things, baby If I could only stop my mind. From wonderin' what I left behind. And from worrying 'bout this wasted time" I switched the radio off and wiped the tears away with the back of my hand. I started to doze off, and began to dream of escaping my little hick town. Dreaming about how many exciting new people I'd meet at Iowa State. My head was swimming over how my relationship with Jill was changing, and the confusing feelings I had for her. The wild story she told me about her and Beth Carter was still so unbelievable. I started to dream that Jill was softly whispering my name, as I drifted off to sleep. The memories of Tommy began to float away with the breeze blowing through my open windows. I was out like a light until my clock radio came to life the next morning. "Lying here in the darkness I hear the sirens wail. Somebody going to emergency. Somebody's going to jail." "If you find somebody to love in this world you better hang on tooth and nail. The wolf is always at the door." "In a New York minute Everything can change." When my clock radio went off at 7 AM, I woke up to another fucking sad ass Don Henley song playing, and almost started to cry again. I slammed my hand down on the off button, and resolved not to let a stupid high school boy make me sad. I lifted my head from the pillow and immediately felt the thumping at my temples. There are not many things worse than a cheap beer hangover. I stumbled into the shower and let the hot water stream on my pounding skull until it began to run cold. I had to be at work in an hour, so I dressed in my blue supermarket uniform and made my way down to the kitchen. Mom was already at the table sipping a cup of coffee, and smiled brightly as I sat down. "Hi sweetie, you look a little worse for the wear this morning. What time did you get home last night?" I reached in the cupboard for a cup, and tried not to look mom in the eye. "Mom I'm sorry, I know I usually call if I'm going to be late. Jill and I were out at the gravel pits talking, and we just lost track of time." She just smiled knowingly and sighed. "Well honey you're nineteen now, and going off to Iowa State this fall. You have to start making your own decisions now, so just make sure they are the right ones." I sipped my coffee and sat the cup down. "I will mom. I've just been trying to get my head on straight since graduation. I'm getting there, but I can't even look at Tommy when he comes into the supermarket, and I refuse to speak to him. I wasted so much time on him. Two years for nothing." "Oh sweetie," she sighed as she sipped her coffee, "Hard times should make you better not bitter. Boys will be boys, and he made a stupid mistake. His parents are having a party for him before he takes off for the Marines. You should go say goodbye." "Um, I'm pretty sure leaving my graduation party so he could get a BJ from Cindy Johnson was a little more than a mistake," I stammered. "It was a frigging terrible thing to do! Just because I wouldn't do slutty things like that for him, he had to sneak out with that bimbo, and for what?" "30 seconds of pleasure?" I mockingly sputtered. "I'm not going to see him. I'm leaving for work. Bye." I climbed in my pick-up, slammed the door and gripped the wheel tightly. I took a deep breath to keep from screaming, and started up my truck. I usually never smoke unless I'm on break at work, or drinking beers with Jill because my parents don't know about my bad little habit. Today I needed a smoke, so I lit up a Marlboro when I got around the corner, and inhaled the sweet smoke all the way to the supermarket. When I pulled up, Jill was standing outside talking to Rickey. I hadn't really thought about it last night, but the boy we made cum in his pants and then left at the drive-in, is our boss. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I needed this job. Jill walked over right away as I climbed out of my pick up. "Hey chick how's your head this morning, pounding like mine?" "Uh, yeah," I said as I grabbed my purse. "Um, what's up with Rickey? He stopped you before you even got inside?" She just smirked and grabbed my cigarette, took a long drag and then coughed as she started laughing. "Yeah, the little perv just walked up and told me he had a great time last night, and asked when we could go to the drive-in again. Fucking unbelievable, huh?" "Shit I was worried he was going to cut our hours or get us fired." Rickey just nodded as we walked in and said "Hey Tanya". I rushed to the back right away and avoided his dad's gaze. "Jill, do you think he's saying he expects us to take him to the drive-in, or he'll retaliate?" I whispered as we placed our purses in our lockers. "No way girl," she cackled. "Rickey just isn't that devious or that smart. He's just a horny boy we can have some fun with. Maybe next time we'll leave him there with no pants on." Then she took a quick look around, and slowly leaned in to kiss me. Jill wiggled her tongue against mine for just a few seconds and then turned and walked to her register smiling all the way. My mind was swimming already and we had eight more hours of work to make it through. As my head started to pound again, I walked to the checkout to greet my first customer. Beep. Beep. Beep. The microwave next to me jolted me awake from my nap. I raised my head off the break room table to see Rickey heating up his lunch. He sat down and started to sip his soup, and looked at me sheepishly. I glared back and just uttered, "What?" with wide eyed intensity. He looked around quickly, and quietly said, "I don't want you to feel weird about last night, because I don't. That was by far the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me. Anytime you and Jill want to go out again, I'll do anything you want. I'll get beer from the store, and smokes, and whatever you guys want. You can make me do whatever you want, and I'll never tell anybody." I just glared at him and looked down at his crotch. He looked so cute and vulnerable, and his cheeks were glowing again. I suddenly loved this new dynamic, and realized it was fun to have a little submissive boy toy. My heart raced, and my adrenaline pumped as I drew in a big breath. I leaned over and whispered "Are you hard again, right now?" He nodded and barely said yes. I frowned and lowered my gaze. "You're pathetic. Take it out right now and let me see it," I whispered as I leaned back in my chair. He reached down and unbuckled his belt, fumbled with the button on his jeans for a second, and then there it was. That little soldier with the perfect little helmet was pointing at the ceiling. I leaned forward and lightly traced my finger on the underside just below the little helmet, and that's all it took. I leaned back and watched it spurt on his shirt 4 times before he could tuck it back in. I threw him a napkin and smirked as I started to get up and go back to work. Then I remembered something from last night. Something that Jill had said to him that was so hot. I stood quickly and said "Rickey, don't you ever fucking cum again without asking first. You don't get to cum until we tell you to. Got it?" I didn't wait for an answer as I headed out the door. Then I turned once more and snapped "And don't you look at my ass when I leave." I know he did anyway. What a rush, I loved dominating that little shit. My last summer at home was definitely getting better. To be continued... * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 83