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Archive name: gilmorxx.txt (MF-teens, 1st)
Authors name: AB-2003 (Address withheld by request)
Story title : Gilmore Girls: Proving a Point

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Gilmore Girls: Proving a Point (MF-teens, 1st)
By AB-2003 (Address withheld by request)

***

Written as a parody of the popular Gilmore Girl's WB 
network's television show. None of the characters are 
from the show except Paris and Rory, but they could have 
been if the writer's were willing to write an x-rated
episode or two. :-)

***

Rory reluctantly accepts an invitation to Paris' pool 
party, only to find deeply hidden passions when she has 
an encounter with a blue-eyed hunky guy at the deep end
of the pool after dark.

***

It's amazing what we'll do to prove a point.

When Paris invited me to her party I had no intention of 
attending. But then she accused me of being stuck up 
when I politely declined. This accusation was made in 
front of a bunch of our classmates and well, I guess I 
didn't want people to think I was stuck up. So I 
accepted her invitation.

So here I was, at Paris Geller's house with a bunch of 
kids from school, bored out of my mind. I could have 
been at home with mom watching the late late movie and 
having fun. But no, I had to prove a point.

People laughed, danced, talked, and drank. Paris' 
friends were out there doing one of those things. I 
glanced around the room. I was really regretting having 
come to this party.

Then a hand wrapped around my arm. I swung around to see 
a drunken boy grinning at me. He had been bothering me 
off and on ever since I'd arrived, and he didn't even go 
to my school. The drunken boy let his eyes slide up and 
down my body, grinning with arrogant confidence.

"Leave me alone, please, I said," trying to disengage my 
arm from his grip.

"Come with me to the pool. You'll enjoy it, I promise," 
he slurred.

I sighed and glance around, looking for a friend who 
could help me out. Then I met a pair of gorgeous blue 
eyes. My heart skipped a beat as I smiled at the new 
boy.

"I'm sorry." I brushed past the drunken guy, going to 
the boy standing across the room from me. I merged and 
bumped through a mass of dancing teenage bodies. My eyes 
held his as I neared. Then to prove a point to the drunk 
boy, for once and all, I pretended to know this new boy. 
I hugged him, surprising him, and whispered in his ear. 
"Please dance with me."

Without hesitation he whisked me off to the dance floor, 
and we danced in each other's arms. We were both very 
conscious of each other as out bodies moved in tune with 
the music. I smiled. "Thanks for playing along. That boy 
just wouldn't leave me alone."

"I'm glad to help a damsel in distress." He remarked. 
"It's not often that I get swept up by a lovely girl 
like you."

"Wow, thanks. My name's Rory, Rory Gilmore. What's 
yours?"

"Lance Mathews, nice to meet you Rory."

I asked, "Want to go out to the pool? I heard that it's 
pretty fun out there."

Lance replied with a lopsided grin, "That is if you're 
interested in an orgy."

"An orgy?"

He nodded.

"Forget it then," I said. "Thanks for the rescue 
anyway."

The music ended and I smiled as I left him. I knew he 
was interested, but I also realized that while we were 
dancing his dick had been growing hard, and I wasn't 
sure what that was all about.

Across the room, the drunk guy stared at me as I was 
leaving the dance floor.

I slipped out the door to the pool to get some fresh 
air. I think I'd had a glass too many Chardonnay, and 
since I hardly ever drink wine I was feeling a little 
woozy. 

I looked around and noticed people in the pool. What 
were they doing. Ohmygod! I suddenly remembered what 
Lance had told me. They were doing kinky things. I 
looked around the scene and saw that there were no 
people at the deep end of the pool.

I stepped out of the light, and for some reason I'll 
never be able to explain I stripped to my bathing suit 
and slid in to the pool. Paris had said that there would 
be swimming so I'd worn my bikini under my clothes. 

With a sigh with relief I leaned back and enjoyed the 
wonderfully cooling effect of the water on my hot and 
sweaty body, "This is definitely good," I thought.

Then because it's what you did when you got into a 
swimming pool I began to do simple strokes across the 
deep end.

Then suddenly a boy from the shadows and dropped his 
towel on the deck. He dove into the pool and swam up to 
me. He swam to me from behind and slid a hand across my 
stomach. Pulling me toward him, he whispered. "Let's 
have fun."

I was frightened at first, but when I realized that it 
was Lance I relaxed against him, holding on to the edge 
of the deck. I thought, "What the heck, it won't hurt to 
have fun."

It must have been the wine because I arched my hips as 
Lance slid his finger under my bikini and fingered me. I 
let out a moan, then instant I jerked into the real 
world. What was I doing? This boy was fingering me and I 
was letting him. I pulled away, but he held me firmly in 
his grip. 

I silently struggled with him as he pulled my bikini 
bottoms off. I didn't want anyone to know what was 
happening, after all I could take care of myself, 
couldn't I? I was a grown up person, and if I had to I 
could always kick Lance where it really hurt.

But when he took his trunks off I was paralyzed with 
fright. Except that I could see his penis waving around 
in the water. It was illuminated from the submerged 
lighting and it looked enormous. I'd never actually seen 
a boy's penis erect before, outside of books of course.

He spun me around in the water to face him and hugged me 
close. Before I knew what was happening I wrapped my 
legs around his waist. His rigid shaft pressed against 
me from below. He nuzzled my neck as his fingers tweaked 
my nipples through my bikini top, I squirmed a little 
then moaned, "Ohhh..."

I'd never been this intimate with a boy before. My mom 
and I had always had a plan. I would get good grade and 
go to college, then get a good job. Then I could mess 
around with men. It was the "Gilmore Plan" and up until 
a few minutes ago I was dead on and heading like a 
straight arrow.

Then he entered me, causing me to gasp. Almost 
instinctively one of my hands snaked around and clutched 
his butt. He moved in and out of me then. I arched my 
body as I met his thrusts. I'd never felt so good before 
in my life. I kept on moving against him, meeting him. 
He moaned something about how tight I was. Then his hand 
moved to cup my breast under my bikini top, while the 
other held tight to the edge of the pool keeping us 
afloat.

I knew that I should stop him that I should pull away. 
But I also felt like I had to prove that I wasn't some 
little girl unable to deal with what was happening to 
me. I felt like I had a point to prove to Lance by not 
pulling away from him. Obviously, I had drunk too much 
wine.

Then I felt it. His body tensed, I could actually feel 
his dick throbbing inside me. My muscles contracted in 
response to his throbbing. Then as he looked through 
hooded eyes into mine, I knew he was spurting his sperm 
into me, and I shrieked in a guttural passion the likes 
of which I'd never even imagined before. It was all so, 
so mind numbing, so exquisitely, painfully -- wonderful.

My body shuddered, I kept holding on to the deck. Then 
finally he withdrew, whispering. "Thank you." Then he 
chuckled as he swam away. I stayed where I was, panting
in total shock for a while.

*

Later I emerged dressed - from the steamy bathroom, 
bumping into that drunk boy again. He smiled lecherously.
I froze, forcing out a stiff smile, and walked past him.
He reached out and grabbed my arm again and said 
drunkenly again, "C'mon, let's go out to the pool, it's
nice out there."

I pulled his fingers away and removed his hand, saying, 
"Thanks anyway, I've already been." And I walked out the 
front door thinking about the drive home and what I'd 
tell my mom. What had I done!?

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