shy kid.  All this happened when I was 18 and in high school. I
had never  been  with a girl before. I mean "with" a girl. Girls liked
me in high  school  because  I  was  a "sweet guy". I was a poet, I had
a good singing  voice  (I  performed  in  school  musicals and choir)
and I was "sensitive". I didn't really mind this attention. As a matter
of fact, I enjoyed it, all the way through my sophomore year.

My brother was always curious why I hadn't had a girlfriend come over. I
said  I had girl-friends, but not really any girlfriends. Toward the
end of  my  sophomore  year, I got a part time job, changed my
hairstyle and started  buying  in-style  clothes. Then I started
getting noticed. Well anyway,  let  me  explain  the  two incidents
that got me confused about girls.

First, the summer of my sophomore to junior year a friend down the block
invited  me  to  a  party.  I  invited  a  girl named Jean that had
been exceptionally friendly to me before school had let out.

This party started out as most, in the den, with the flashing lights and
crazy  music. The guys' parents were gone for the weekend, and his
older sister  didn't  care what he did as long as he kept it down some
and the place didn't get wrecked. She didn't know some of the kids were
sneaking booze in, but it never got noticed or out of hand.

Jean  and I were slow dancing. It was about 10:00, the lights went down,
and  I  noticed  that  there  were just couples around. They were on
the couch,  chairs,  carpet and you name it. I started getting
uncomfortable quickly.  I  really  didn't  know  what  to  do. About
the time I became conscious  of  this, I pulled my head back and looked
at her. She looked at  me,  smiled  and  then looked away. Since we
were obviously the only ones dancing, I asked her if she wanted to sit
down. She said "sure". We found a couple of chairs at a small card
table in the corner of the den. We sat down, listened to the music and
looked around for a while.

Yes.  It was as awkward as it sounds. We were sitting right next to each
other,  and I had my arm around her on the chair. I really don't want
to get  into  the long idle conversation we were trying to have,
because it was  embarrassing enough. At one point, she said she liked
the song that was playing and rested her head on my shoulder. I was
nervous. Of course I  liked  it,  too.  A moment later, she looked up.
Our faces were close together.  I knew if there was to be a cue in here
somewhere, I just got it.

I  turned  my  head  and kissed her. Her lips were soft and her kiss was
kind.  She reached up and put her hand on my face gently as we kissed.
I felt like the bottom dropped out of everything. The music was a
thousand miles  away, and it was as if no one else was in the room. Her
hand slid down around my waist and rested against my side as we
continued kissing. Then I blew it.

I swear I had no "evil" intentions as I put my hand on her leg. It was a
place  to  put  my  hand;  that was it. She had a skirt on that was
only about an inch above her knee, so I didn't even touch skin. I just
put my hand  down.  She  jumped like I had touched everything personal
she had. "No!  I don't want to...." She started, and that was the end
of the night. I'll  be  honest.  I felt like a stupid idiot... and I
hadn't even had any intention  of starting anything! I apologized over
and over. As she kept her distance, I realized I should offer to walk
her home.

Even  today,  I don't blame Jean for what happened next. I got depressed
during the summer. When school started again, my wardrobe and
appearance had  gotten  better. My "talents" for music and poetry had
also improved because of my depression. I was getting more attention.
Some of the more attractive  girls  were  coming to me now. I was
becoming "popular". But now there was a big problem.

Then  came  the second incident. I had girls coming to me that guys were
drooling  over.  Some  I  went out with. I had a job, money and my
older brother  sometimes  let  me  use  his car. My relationships were
usually short.  One  day  in  school,  I  found  out why. I was walking
down the crowded  hall  between classes with my current girlfriend, an
attractive strawberry blonde. We had been seeing each other for a
couple of months. Because of my "clumsy" mistake with Jean, I had never
even tried to kiss her.  We  stopped at her locker so she could get
something out. I backed up as she turned around to close the locker
door. She got a big frown on her face and practically yelled out in the
hall "What? Are you afraid to touch me?"

That  really  did  it.  Kids  in  the  hall  were looking at me. Some in
sympathy,  others  snickering.  I walked away from her and avoided
girls altogether for the first half of my junior year, even though some
hinted that  I should see someone (some obviously hinting it should be
them). I was just afraid I would do something stupid again.

Friends  were  trying to cheer me up. Academically, I was actually doing
ok.  My  talent  for  singing, poetry and story writing improved with
my depression  (although the subjects of my writings were either about
lost love or horror stories).

I  don't  know  if someone told my brother, or if he noticed it himself,
but  he  started  asking  questions. He finally got around to asking
the right  (or "wrong") questions and got it out of me. I think he
could see that  I  was  trying  to  hold  the  tears  back as I started
explaining everything  that had happened. He could probably hear it in
my voice, if nothing else. We had our "brotherly" fights and tiffs, but
he was really concerned  about  what I was going through. He asked me
if I'd talked to Mom  or  Dad  about  it. I asked him if he was joking.
He tried to help, explain  things,  but  my  depression  had  been
going on so long that I wasn't listening any more.

Summer  came again and junior year let out. I wasn't going to parties. I
went  to work at the drugstore, bought junk food, watched TV, worked
out and  took  long bicycle rides alone. My brother, who was now a
sophomore at a local community college, was getting worried about me.
He had moved to an apartment by the college, but came by the house
often. I wasn't up to roughhousing around with him much anymore.
Inside, I think I was even jealous  of  his  way  with the girls. He
would sometimes stop by before going  out  and  often  had  a very
attractive college girl with him. In another way, I suppose I felt
happy for him.

Then  came the night I'll never forget. My brother came by the house one
Tuesday  night  and  said he had a problem; he wanted to know if I
could help.  He  had done more than enough for me, including keeping me
out of trouble with Mom and Dad when I screwed up a couple of times. I
told him as  long  as  it  wasn't  some  kind of trick, sure! Carl said
his whole evening  was  getting  screwed  up in one morning. He and his
girlfriend Cynthia  were  supposed  to  go to a play at a local
candlelight theater with  her parents. Her parents couldn't make it due
to the fact that her aunt had gone to the hospital. At the same time,
one of his girlfriends' best  friends  came into town and his
girlfriend didn't feel right going without  her.  He  wanted  to  know  
if  I would go to the play with her girlfriend.

At  first I laughed. "You have to be kidding", I said. "How old is she?"
My  brother  grinned.  "She's  almost  19, but don't worry about it."
He said. "She won't mind, she wants to see the play and Cynthia. And I
just don't  want  to waste the money on the ticket." I'd always been a
pretty logical  kid so it only took a few seconds to give the ok.
First, it was a  favor  for  my  brother.  Second, I'd never seen a
play in a theater. Third, the girl (well, woman) was two years older
than I was and fourth, it was a favor for my brothers girlfriend. What
the hell.

My  brother came by the house again about 6:30 that evening. I had taken
a  shower  and  thought  I  was  ready to go. Carl thought otherwise.
He helped  me  pick  out some clothes that would go well with the
outing. I never even got that dressed up to go to church.

We  walked  out to the car and I hopped in the back. Carl said he had to
pick  up  Cynthia's  girlfriend  at  a hotel in the loop, because it
was where  she  was staying while she was in town. At the time, I
thought it was a little strange to have to go all the way downtown
Chicago and come back for a play, but hey, she was from out of town.

When  we pulled up in front of the Hyatt, Carl opened the door and stood
up  outside.  The  doorman came from the door and asked my brother if
he needed  help.  "Just  a  minute"  he said and walked into the hotel.
The doorman  grumbled  something about the fact that he couldn't park
there. It  was  only  a few seconds before he came back out. He was
walking out with  a  fabulously  attractive girl with long, wavy black
hair. She was wearing  a  sparkling  blue  ruffled dress that came down
to about three inches  above  her  knees. She was tall and had
beautiful long legs. Her face was so gorgeous that I swore I'd never
seen anyone like her.

She  walked  around  the car and got in the seat behind Cynthia. She sat
up, kissed Cynthia on the cheek and asked her how she was doing.
Cynthia smiled,  said  she was fine and asked her how she was. Cynthia
raised an eyebrow and looked at Carl. I guess I should have known
something was up then, but at the time, I was much too entranced by
this girl.

After  her  funny  look  at  my brother, Cynthia turned around. "This is
Laura",  she  said. Laura turned toward me, smiled and offered her
hand. "Laura, this is John, Carl's brother." There was firmness in the
way she said  Carls'  name,  but  she  was smiling so I figured it was
a private joke.  I  shook  Laura's  hand and Carl pulled away from the
curb. Laura grasped  my  hand firmly for more than a second and it made
me look into her eyes.

Maybe  it's  been  my  emotional  state,  but I've always been receptive
looking  into  people's  eyes. It's an uncanny ability to tell whether
I can  trust  them,  as  well  as the ability to detect their feelings
and general  thoughts.  I  don't mean "reading their minds" or anything
like that.  More  like  good or bad "vibes". This time was different.
My hand felt  strange  in  hers.  Looking  into her eyes was like
looking into a mirror.  They  were  so dark, I couldn't tell what color
they were. With her  hand  in  mine and our eyes fixed on each others,
it was like I was being read and she was doing the reading. It was a
little exciting and a little unnerving all at once.

"Nice to meet you, John", she said and let go of my hand. She turned her
head  forward,  but  her  eyes  fixed  on mine until her head was
turned straight again. As she talked idly about off the wall subjects
with Carl and  Cynthia, I caught myself looking at her again. Now as
far as my own opinion  of  my  poetry, I've never judged it. If people
said they liked it, I was happy. But if I were to write a poem about
this girl, it would have to be the best thing I ever wrote. She was
beautiful.

Her  black hair flowed past her shoulders down to the middle of her back
in  waves,  like  the tidewaters on a dark night. As the downtown
lights reflected on her hair through the back window of the car, it
made it all the  more beautiful. She was smiling and laughing and would
occasionally toss  her  hair back. Her eyes were glowing, sparkling
like stars as she talked. Her lips were pink and perfect. Even the way
her teeth showed as she talked was exquisite. Ok, I was overwhelmed.
Her body was fantastic. I  found myself hoping she wouldn't catch me as
I noticed her breasts in the  low-cut dress, her thin waist, perfect
hips and once again her long legs,  more  visible  now that she was
sitting down. Actually, I believe she  did  catch  me  once  or twice,
but didn't say anything about it. I wished I were a few years older.

On  the  way,  Laura  turned  and  started  asking  me about myself. Our
conversation  led  into  my  school and activities, she tried to make
me recite  one  of my poems, but I was too embarrassed. Even my brother
and Cynthia  tried  to get me to make something up on the fly. Laura
put her hand  on  mine  and almost begged me to try and I was still too
shy. She put  a  pout  on  her lips, folded her arms and said, "Ok,
fine... be that way." Then she smiled.

When  we  pulled  up to the playhouse, Laura pulled a compact out of her
purse  and looked at herself. "Ohhh", she moaned. "Look at my hair!
It's a  mess!". She pulled a small brush from her purse and offered it
to me. "Would  you?"  I sat there frozen. She turned and offered the
brush over her  shoulder. "Please?" she said with a little beg. I
wasn't hesitating because  I didn't want to, but because I was stunned
that she was asking me to. I saw my brother turn out the corner of my
eye and looked at him. He  raised  an  eyebrow  and nodded like he
thought I was crazy to wait. Cynthia was just looking at me in the
rear-view mirror.

I  took  the  brush  in my hand. "I'm not sure I know how to do this." I
muttered  and  put  the  brush  to  her hair. I started brushing in
long strokes  with one hand. Laura reached back with one had and took
my hand with  the  brush.  She  asked  for  my  other  hand. I held it
up by her shoulder and she took it gently. She placed my empty hand on
the back of her  head, told me to press firmly. She put my right hand
with the brush beneath it and pushed downward through her hair. She
pulled my left hand down  along behind it. "Like that.", she said. She
demonstrated a couple more times and I kept it up.

At  that  time, I couldn't explain what it felt like. Now, I think about
the  how  the  brush  moved  smoothly through her hair, the waves
turned through  the brush with amazing ease. As my left hand followed
downward, her  hair  was like silk under my fingers. After a few
strokes, she took my  left  hand  and put it under her hair and the
brush as I stroked, so the  bristles  were against my fingers on the
other side. "That way, you can get all the through.", she said. The
back of my hand brushed against her back above her dress as I brushed.
I found myself pulling outward to avoid the contact. "Not out", she
said. "down."

"Oh,  man."  I muttered. The feelings inside me were strange. I was lost
in  her  hair  as  I  brushed.  "Something wrong?" Laura asked? I
hardly realized  that I'd said something out loud. "Uh, no." I
stuttered. Now I felt like I should explain myself. "It's just that
you're hair, is so...", and  there  I  was...  a  poet,  and couldn't
think of a word. After a few moments,  she  threw  her head back,
shaking her hair. She turned smiled and  took  the  brush.  "Thank  
you,  John!"  she  said.  Her  eyes were penetrating again, even in the
second that she looked at me. I looked at the  front  seat.  Carl  and  
Cynthia were both looking at me. They both smiled and got out of the
car. I was afraid I'd made a fool of myself.

We  went  inside. We watched "Evita" on stage. Carl had ordered wine and
occasionally  slipped  me  a  glass. When I'd finish, he pull it back
in front of him and order another. Eventually, Cynthia didn't want any
more and he started giving me hers. I guess I had about four or five
glasses. Through  the  play, Laura would look at me with those eyes and
smile. At one  time,  she  looked  like  she  was going to cry. She had
turned and pushed  her chair closer to me so she could see the stage.
During one of her  emotional  times,  she  put  her hand over on my
leg. I jumped. She looked  at  me  right  away  to  see what was wrong,
then patted my leg, leaving her hand where it was.

I  looked  at  Carl and Cynthia and realized they couldn't have noticed,
because  they  were  on  the other side of the table. My heart sped up
a little,  but eventually calmed down as nothing else happened. I wrote
it off as her need for a little support for her emotions.

When  we left, I was a little giddy because of the wine. I jumped in the
back  of  the car. I forgot what we were laughing about. Laura hopped
in and  immediately slid all the way over, pinning me against the door.
She was  laughing, too, and I made little of the motion. I was having a
good time.  Carl  said something to Cynthia that left an opening for a
sexual "innuendo".  Being  in  my frame of mind, I opened my big mouth
and took advantage  of it. It was one of those things you say, and as
soon as you realize  it,  you  wish  you  could  take it back. Not
because it wasn't funny,  it was hilarious because they all laughed. It
was because it was something I probably shouldn't have said.

"You're  bad!"  Laura  said  as  she  grabbed  my arm. "Oooo, and you're
strong,  too.  Embarrassed again, I laughed and apologized. "That's
ok", she  said.  "You're funny too". Her hand went from my arm back to
my leg and  a short quick sense of soberness swept over me again as I
caught my breath.  But  it  must  not  have been so obvious this time,
because she didn't react. Cynthia and Carl started talking in the front
seat.

"So," Laura said, "do you have a girlfriend?" I wasn't sure how I should
answer that. I didn't believe she was really coming on to me because
she was  older. It could have been the wine making her get close. But
again, in my frame of mine, I figured honesty was the best policy.
"No." I said kind of calmly. She drew her head back, still leaning
against me. "What? All  of  the  things  I've  heard  about  you,  and  
you  don't  have  a girlfriend?"  "I'm not too good with girls" I
muttered, trying to keep a grin  on  my  face.  I  was beginning to get
the depressed again. It was probably the wine. "I don't believe that",
she said softly. "Why?"

I felt like I was going to choke up. I took a long deep breath to regain
my  composure and to gain time to think about what I was going to say.
I guess  I  took  too long. "You don't have to talk about it", she
said. I took  another  deep  breath  to try once more; too long again.
"It might help"  she almost whispered. "Maybe I can help." I felt
stupid. I didn't know  her.  Maybe  she  was older than me, but she was
still a girl. How could I explain it to her?

I  tried  to  turn  my depressed feelings into an "psychiatric" mood, in
order  to get them under control. I sighed and started "I shouldn't
bore you  with  this. It's my problem" "How do you know, unless you
tell me?" she  said.  Another  big  sigh,  and I let go. Again, I guess
it was the wine,  but  I started spilling my stories about what
happened with girls since  I  started  getting  interested. I kept my
voice down so Carl and Cynthia  wouldn't  hear  me.  Laura listened
intently. I looked at her a couple  of  times.  Her  eyes  were  
concerned  now,  but  I  still felt embarrassed and scared.

"Well,  that's it", I said. "I just screw things up". We were pulling up
in  front  of  Carl's  apartment. Laura reached up and turned my head
to face her. "That's not what I'm hearing", she said. Carl looked up in
the mirror.  "Hey,  it's been awful quiet back there! You guys still
alive?" Laura  sat  up  and  smiled.  "Just having an adult
conversation!" Laura answered. "John? Adult? Since when?" Carl laughed.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." I answered.  Carl  turned  around. "Look, Cynthia
and I have to go see how her  aunt  is.  Would you guys mind staying
here for a while? We'll give you a call and tell you how everything's
going".

Before  I could answer, Laura said, "We can wait. John here will protect
me, he's a big boy". I have to be honest. I really didn't think
anything would  happen,  but  the  possibilities  were promising.
Really, I liked Laura.  She  seemed to care and listen. She was....
comfortable. "Cool", I said as I opened the door. Laura practically
pushed me out when the door opened  because  she was leaning on me. We
started laughing and I helped her  out  of  the  car.  Carl  handed  me
his apartment key and we waved goodbye  as  they drove away. Laura was
giggling, trying to get the keys away from me.

We  got  to  the  apartment.  I opened the door and we "fell in". Carls'
apartment was nice. It was carpeted. He had all the best goodies. A
bar, big-screen  TV,  cable, very cool stereo system, designer
furniture, you name  it.  Hey, he was a computer whiz. He made the
money. Laura stepped into  the  middle of the room and twirled around,
smiling, her dress and hair  raising  as  she spun. Another look at
those legs. Man, oh man, oh man.  She  stopped,  staggered  a little
and looked around. "Music?" she said.  I  walked  over  by  the  stereo
and turned on the radio. On came alternative  music.  While  I  was  
standing by the radio, she walked up close behind me and put her chin
on my left shoulder.

Perfume.  I had smelled it before in the car, but now it was strong. Her
breath  was warm on my ear. Her breasts were pressed up against my
back. She  reached over my right shoulder and started pushing the scan
button, going  through  stations.  I  couldn't believe it. I started
shaking, my heart  started pounding. I took a deep breath and closed my
eyes. I felt her  turn her head face toward me, her lips almost
touching my ear. "Are you  okay?"  she whispered. As her hot breath
went into my ear, my brain went  crazy.  "The  wine"  I  thought  to  
myself  quickly.  "I'm making something  out  of nothing. I've got to
get away from her before I do or say something stupid". But I couldn't
move. "Just nervous, I suppose." I said. I swear, I didn't know where
that came from.

She had found a station with quiet music. She took my hand and turned me
around  to  face  her. "Why? Do I make you nervous?" she asked taking
my other  hand. Now I felt like a little kid. I was looking at the
floor at her  feet.  "Look  at  me,  John", she said. I looked up. "Do
I make you nervous?"  she  asked  again. "I don't know", I said,
realizing again it was  the response of a nervous little kid. Laura led
me to the couch and set me down. She had obviously seen the bar. "Wait
here.", she said.

She  walked to the bar, looked around and eventually brought two glasses
of white wine from the small refrigerator. She handed me one. "Now,
tell your  therapist  what  haven't  you told me about the girls you
went out with,  or are there girls you haven't told me about?" She had
a smile on her  face  and  was  a  little  "matter-of-fact" in her tone
of voice. I smiled.  "I swear! That's all there is!". "Then I don't
understand", she said.  "What  is it that you think you're doing
wrong?" Her voice was so up draft now, I felt more comfortable talking
about it. I suppose it was like talking to a psychiatrist.

"I  don't  know", I said honestly. "I guess I'm afraid I'll never get it
right." I took a gulp of wine. "And what is that?" she asked. Ooops.
The question came too fast after the statement. How do I answer that
without getting  "personal"?  I  took  another  swallow of wine. "And
what is it you're  afraid you won't get right?" she asked once more. I
probably had a sheepish grin on my face as I looked away. I set my
glass down kind of non-chalantly.  "C'mon,"  I  said with a snicker.
"You know". "Tell me." She  said.  I  guess  the  wine was giving me a
little strength again. I looked  straight  at  her.  "Making  contact!
Touching! Whether or not I should! Is it wrong? Is it right? Man! I
don't know!" Ooops again. I had blurted  all  that  out  like  I was
frustrated at being grilled, like I wanted to just "get it out in the
open".

Laura  smiled.  "See?  Talk about it! No one will ever know about what's
going on unless you talk about it." She put her glass down on the
table. She sat next to me, her leg brushing up against mine. She leaned
against me,  took  my  hand  and  pulled our hands into her lap. Her
thighs were warm.  She touched my cheek with her other hand, then ran
her fingers up into  my  hair.  "John,  there's  such a thing as the
wrong time and the wrong  place.  There's such a thing as the wrong
person. It happens. You have  to realize that." She had sat so close
now that her breasts almost touching  me.  Her  low-cut blue dress was
sparkling in the one light in the apartment. Her breasts were more than
half-exposed. I looked away.

"Tell me" she whispered softly. "Are you afraid of me, John?". I thought
a  second.  "I don't think so", I said. "Why do you think you might
be?" she asked. I didn't answer. It would have been the same stupid
answer. I thought  I  would  do something wrong. She turned my head to
look at her again.  "You're  afraid  you  won't do the right thing,
aren't you?" she said.  It  was  as  if she read my mind. "I suppose."
I said. Stupid. Of course that was why. Laura leaned closer toward me
and crossed her legs. She  opened  my  hand  that  was  in her lap and
put it flat against her waist.  She  held  it  there for a moment and
let go. I left it where it was.  She placed her chin on my shoulder and
started whispering directly into  my  ear  again.  It  started getting
pretty hot. I felt like I was sweating. I felt like my "person" was
getting involved as well.

She put one hand between some buttons on my shirt, onto my chest. I knew
she  had  to  feel my heart beating. I did, even against her hand.
"What are  you  thinking?" she asked. Honestly? I thought I was having
a heart attack. I couldn't say that. "It's hot in here" I said.
(Duuuuhhhh.) She smiled.  "And  why  do  you  think that is?" Well, as
long as I was on a roll....  "Because you're making it hot in here", I
said. "Good!" she said softly.  "So you would say that I want you to
touch me. I expect you to, right?" "I would guess so." I said. "There
are times", she started "when a  girl  wants  to be touched. Sometimes
she wants to be touched just to know you care. This could be that kind
of touch." I had to admit. It was nice.

Again  she  got  even  closer to my ear. He lips brushed lightly against
them. "Can you dance?" she asked. My Dad had shown me how to slow
dance, and  I  explained  that it was really all I knew. "Great!" she
said. She popped  up off of the couch, handed me my glass and picked up
her glass. I  took a gulp from the glass and put it down. She put hers
down next to mine  and pulled me into the middle of the room. She put
one hand behind my  neck  and  the other behind my back. At first I
hesitated, trying to decide  where  to  put my arms, when I finally
clasped my fingers behind her lower back.

She  moved  close.  The perfume on her neck was strong again. Her thick,
silky  black  hair  was  over my arms and it felt soft and sensuous.
She kicked off her high heels, which made us almost the same height.
She was still  taller,  probably  by  about an inch. Her perfume, her
hair in my face,  her  fingers  and  breath  on my neck. It was
heavenly. We swayed slowly  to the music. She moved even closer. Her
breasts were against my chest.  One  of  her legs pressed into my
crotch. I sighed, and tried to control  the nervousness that crept up
slowly once more. My ears were on fire  and  I  felt  like I was
burning up. "Relax", she whispered. "Just enjoy the dance." I tried.

I noticed I was getting hard, and tried to pull my hips away to keep her
from  feeling  it. She moved her hand from the middle of my back down
to my  rear and pulled me forward against her. At the same time, she
pulled her head back, shaking her hair out of her face as much as she
could and stared  straight  into  my  eyes.  "John",  she  said. "Do
you think I'm attractive?"  I  swallowed  a  lump in my throat. "You're
more beautiful than  any  girl  I've  ever  known". I said. "If that's
true," she said. "Then  think  about  this.  I think you're an
extremely attractive young man.  You're  emotional,  honest  and..."
she looked down the front of me. "strong",  she  finished.  "I trust
you. You're not going to do anything wrong.  Relax.  Let me help." In
those few words and the serious look in her  eyes,  I  felt  all  my
fears drain. She pulled herself close to me again and we continued
dancing.

In  a  few moments, she pulled my hands apart behind her back and placed
one of them on one of her cheeks; the ones in the back. I felt her
cheek below  the  silky  dress,  warm  and soft beneath my hand.
"Mmmmmm," she whispered.  I  felt  the  vibration  in  her chest
against mine. My head started  swirling.  It  was  like  dancing in the
clouds. I found myself nuzzling into her neck, drowning in the smell of
her perfume. I felt her cheek  rise  against  mine  as she smiled.
After a few more moments, she pulled  back  away  from  me. She took
both of my hands in hers and held them between us.

"Do  you  want  to  touch  me?"  she  asked. My inhibitions were all but
completely  gone. "Yes" I said. "I want you to touch me." She said.
"And I  want  to  touch  you."  She looked around the apartment.
"Where's the bedroom?"  she  asked.  I  looked  over in the direction
of the bedroom. "Over  there",  I  said.  She  started  walking  
backwards, looking back occasionally,  holding  both  of my hands as we
walked. My heart started racing again. My mind struggled to believe
what was happening. She found the bedroom and backed into it. She
turned us both around and kicked the door closed. She stood up close to
me, looking deep into my eyes.

"Are  you  nervous?"  she asked. It was a mute question. My forehead was
now  sweating.  My palms were sweating, I was taking deep breaths, and
I was  swallowing  constantly.  She  didn't wait for an answer. "You
don't have to be. Everything is going to be fine. There's nothing to be
afraid of."  My tie was already loose. She started unbuttoning my shirt
slowly, pulling  it  from  my pants as she got lower. She never removed
her gaze from  my  eyes.  I tried to act calm, but I just knew my eyes
showed the excited  expectations  of  the  moment.  At this precise
instant, it was scary  to  think  that  my powers of observation into
people's eyes were being  used  against me. She gently pulled my shirt
open and down off of my  shoulders, so it was hanging out of my pants
in the back. She looked down at my chest and ran her fingernails gently
across it. I shuddered.

She looked back up into my eyes. In this light, her eyes were as dark as
her  hair.  I almost couldn't see her pupils. She spun around, almost
so quickly  that  she  surprised me. She reached behind and pulled her
hair off of her back, revealing the zipper to her dress. "Please?" she
asked. I  wiped  my sweaty hands off on my pants and reached for the
top of her zipper.  There was a small clasp at the top, and my hands
were quivering so  much  that I struggled with it. She pulled her hair
to the front and reached  back  and  unhooked  the clasp. I sighed, and
pulled the zipper about  halfway  down  her  back.  She  waited  a
moment, turned her head looking  back  at me, then looked forward again
and waited. I pulled the zipper the rest of the way down.

The  top  of her dress peeled away from her back as it unzipped. She was
shaped  like  a  goddess.  Her  skin was smooth and soft. Now the
zipper unzipped  all  the  way  down, halfway past her panties. She was
wearing light  blue  silk  panties,  and there was a garter belt above
them. Her head turned first, I guess to see the look on my face. I
realized my jaw was hanging slightly open. I shut my mouth and
swallowed.

She  was  holding  the front of her dress up with one hand as she turned
around. She leaned forward, put her other hand behind my head and
kissed me  on the lips, long, gentle and passionate. A strange effect.
My heart and breathing slowed down. My eyes closed. It was as if I'd
been drugged or  something.  She  pulled  away  slowly. Just as I
opened my eyes, she lowered  the  front  of her dress. The dress
apparently had some kind of support,  because  she wasn't wearing a
bra. Her breasts stood out firm, her  nipples  were  beautiful  and  
tan  colored against the rest of her smooth  white  skin.  I  looked  
down  as she let her dress slide to the floor.

As  the  sparkling  dress lay in contrast on the black carpet, I started
looking  back  up.  She  was  wearing silk stockings held up by the
blue garters  above  her waist. I was mixed up now, calm but nervous;
excited but  apprehensive.  "I'm  sorry,  I  don't..."  I  started.  
"Shhhh.", She interrupted.  She  took  my hands, opened them up and
placed them on her breasts,  pressing  them  down.  "Touch me." She
said. I gently massaged them in my hands, kneading them, enjoying their
softness. "Mmmm Hmmmm...", she  whispered softly. "Kiss them John", she
said after a few moments. I dropped  to  one  knee  and  began  kissing
her soft breasts all over; I instinctively  brushed  my  lips  over  
her  nipples  as  they hardened. "Ahhhhhh",  she  sighed, as I noticed
she got goosebumps on her stomach. "See, John? You're not doing
anything wrong".

She  took one of my hands from her breast and pushed it down gently over
her  silk panties. "Feel me through my panties, John." She said. I
moved my  fingers over her panties. They were damp and warm. I may have
been a virgin,  but  I knew what was going on. I'd heard about it all.
The fear of  doing something wrong was disappearing as she shuddered.
It was like she  was  the  one out of control now. I rubbed gently over
her panties, feeling  her  wet  lips inside them. I continued kissing
her breasts and nipples.  I  took  a nipple into my mouth. She gasped.
"Stop!" she said, panting  and  pushed  me  away. For a split second, I
thought I had done something  wrong. She leaned backward, threw her
long hair back over her shoulders, rubbed her breasts firmly with her
hands, let them slide down to her crotch and back up. Then she stood up
straight again.

She  took  a  big step forward and pushed me hard back onto the bed. She
stared  into  my eyes and straddled my legs, kneeling on the edge of
the bed.  "Oh  no,  John."  She said. "You're not doing anything
wrong." The look  was  different this time. Even I knew it was a look
of excitement, pure  passion.  She  was  staring  at  me as she
unbuttoned my pants and unzipped  them. She slid off of my legs and
bent down to gently kiss one of my nipples. She licked it in circles as
I felt it get hard. It wasn't the  only  thing hard. I gasped. Her hair
flowing down onto my chest and stomach,  her  warm  breath  against  my
 chest and her hot tongue on my nipple  was  driving  me  crazy. She
switched nipples, licking across my chest  and slipped one hand down
into my shorts. He cool fingers wrapped around my erection. I groaned
as she took hold of it firmly. She scooted back up and kissed me,
putting her tongue deep into my mouth.

I was breathing like I had run a marathon, and so was she. She lifted up
from  my face. She looked down at me through her long hair. "I need
you, John",  she  said with a voice I hadn't heard her use before. She
let go of my dick and pulled my shoes, socks and pants off. Then she
told me to move  up onto the bed "right". I moved up and put my head on
the pillow, just  lying there in my underwear. She stood up on the bed
and straddled my  waist.  Looking  up  from  the pillow, I couldn't
believe what I was seeing.  She  was  beautiful.  Her  hair was flowing
around her breasts, trying  to  hide  her nipples that still managed to
protrude through the strands of hair. She bit her lower lip, staring
down at me, smiling.

She started playing with her breasts, squeezing her nipples. My dick was
so  hard;  the elastic in my underwear was off of my stomach. She
licked her fingers, saliva coming from her fingertips as she drew them
from her mouth.  She  reached down into her silk panties and started
playing with herself,  all  the  time staring at me through half-closed
eyes. Between the  wine,  the music and this beautiful girl... woman
standing over me, I was  losing  track  of where I was. My eyes started
to close. She saw me and suddenly stopped. I opened my eyes as she
plopped her butt down onto my  hard  dick.  I  still  had my underwear
on, but I could feel her hot pussy  against  my  cock.  She lay down,
pressing her breasts against my chest  and  held my arms to the bed.
She started moving her hips against my  crotch,  rubbing  her  panties  
firmly against my hard dick under my underwear. It was unbelievable. "I
want to teach you something" she said "but  first,  I want you to feel
something". Oh, I was feeling something already.

She  kissed  my  mouth,  then  licked my neck gently. She moved down and
gently  licked each nipple. She kept going, licking down my stomach,
her wet  hot  tongue  leaving  a  cooling  trail of saliva down my
chest and stomach.  She  teased  my  belly button with her tongue for a
moment and kept  moving  down.  I  had  been watching. She was looking
up once in a while  to see if I was. "Lift your legs, John" she hissed
as she started pulling  my underwear off. I lifted my legs; she pulled
my underwear off and flung them on the floor.

She  kneeled  between  my  legs  and  took my hard dick in her hand. She
licked  the fingers of her other hand and rubbed her wet saliva over
its head. I let my head fall partly back on the pillow as she rubbed
her wet fingers  gently  around  and around. She lowered her head and
licked the underside of it. I gasped, closed my eyes, and let my head
fall the rest of  the way back onto the pillow. She gently licked all
over my dick, my balls  and  crotch.  I  pressed  my  head back into
the pillow, moaning, trying to lie still. As she continued, I rolled my
head around. My hands gripped  the  blanket on the bed. I couldn't
believe the sensations. She carefully  took  it  into  her  mouth  and
sucked it from top to bottom, bottom  to top. I grabbed another deep
breath, opened my eyes and looked down  at her. She was still looking
up at me, smiling. She took the head into  her mouth and licked around
it with her tongue. Then let it go. It lurched a few times as I sighed
and released my grip on the blanket.

She stood back up on the bed, unhooked her garter belt and slowly pushed
her  fingers  down  into  her  panties.  She hesitated, then pushed
them downward.  Her  pussy  was  shaved.  I  could see it all. She
pushed her panties  all  the way down and took off her garter belt. Her
nylons were still  on.  She stepped forward and sat down on my chest.
"Watch, John", she  whispered,  "I'll show you how to make a girl
happy". She threw her hair  back  over  her  shoulders  and  licked her
fingers once more. She reached  down  and ran her fingers slowly around
the outside edge of her pussy.  She  ran them down the side, to her
anus, then back up the other side  to  the  top. She licked her fingers
again, and pushed them slowly down  between  the lips, pausing at the
top. I could see her clitoris as her  body  twitched  when she touched
it. She lifted her head to look at me,  as  she  pushed two fingers
into her pussy and massaged them in and out  at the top. This time,
with the juices from her pussy, she slid her fingers  around  the  lips
 and  from  the  bottom  to  the top. She was breathing  heavier  now.
"John, can you make love to me, here?" she said between breaths. At
this point, I would have done anything for her.

She  moved her knees over my shoulders and moved her pussy to my lips. I
remembered  every  movement;  I  licked  the outside of her pussy
first. "Ooooo,  slower,  John,  take your time", she moaned. I slowed
down. Her pussy  was  tart, hot and wet. I licked slowly to her anus. I
hesitated, but  she  was clean, and smelled sexy, even there. I licked
her hole and started back upward. She jerked and gasped as I crossed
from her hole to the  bottom  of  her  pussy.  I licked slowly up the
other side, and she shook.  I  started at the top this time, and licked
down the side of her pussy lips. She moaned loudly and put her fingers
in my hair.

As  I  continued  to lick down and back up her pussy, she pulled my head
forward.  She  cried  as  I  reached her clitoris and circled it with
my tongue  over  and  over.  I  had  to  look up, because I thought she
was hurting,  but  she  was still holding my face up into her and
biting her lip.  She  was  tossing  her  long  hair back and forth now,
panting and shaking. I experimented, taking her clitoris between my
lips and sucking on  it.  She  stopped  suddenly,  gasping  with  each  
sucking motion. I returned  to  licking  her  lips  up  and  down;
sometimes my tongue was slipping  between  them.  I  kept  on.  I was
getting excited as she was thrusting against my face, panting, moaning.


"Stop!"  again,  she  screamed  and  jumped  off  of my face. "Oooo, you
wonderful  young animal!" she screamed. "I want you!" She turned down
by my  dick and sucked it wildly. "Whoa, man!" I yelled. I was still
mostly hard,  but was getting harder fast. Her tongue was doing crazy
things to my  dick. I instantly grabbed the blanket and hung on. After
a couple of minutes, she stopped, looked at it, pumping it with her
hand. She looked at  me  and smiled. "Now I have you right where I want
you", she said as if  she  was  possessed. She stretched one leg over
my waist and lowered her  hot pussy onto my dick. "OH!" I grunted as
she plunged downward. My dick  was  surrounded  by  her  hot  wet
tunnel. Again, I grabbed a deep breath.  At  first  she  moved  slowly
up and down, smiling at me as her pussy  seemed  to  grip my dick. I
must have set a record for holding my breath  as  she  teased me,
sliding up, hesitating and then pushing back down.

She was grabbing a breath herself, every time she lifted herself back up
and  exhaling  as she pushed herself back down. Finally after moments
of what  seemed  to  be  a  mixture of pleasure and frustration, she
pushed herself  down,  smiled down at me and leaned back with her hands
down by my knees. I could feel her long hair against my thighs as she
started to move  up  and down again. Now, she would move side to side
sometimes. My dick  was  getting hot wet sensations from every
direction in her pussy. "Ohhhhh!  Holy  crap!"  I moaned. I heard her
gasp and I thought I heard her  laughing between gasps. "Ahhhh, yes!"
she screamed as her thrashing got  wilder.  She  shook  wildly as I
heard her take a large breath. She shook  for  moments  and  then  sat
up like a shot. "Johnny, Johnny" she hissed  as  she  moved almost
carefully up and down on my still hard and throbbing  dick.  "How could
you ever think you would do anything wrong? And  you're still hard! For
a boy your age, that's surprising! But we'll take care of that right
now!".

She  fell  forward against my chest and started kissing me again. I felt
her  legs  close  between  my  legs and my dick was pinched into her
hot pussy.  "Mmmmppph!"  I moaned against her lips, but she didn't let
up. I felt  her  hips start moving again, with my dick trapped. Slow,
short up and  down  motions,  side  to  side again. Now it was very
tight and hot around  my  dick. My brain went out to lunch. All I heard
was the music. Her  tongue was dancing inside my mouth. I felt my dick
start pumping. I moaned  against  her  mouth,  the  only air I was
getting was coming out through  my  nose. I sounded like a boxer with a
tooth guard, panting. I wanted  to  clench  my  teeth,  but her tongue
was in there, and she was drawing  my  tongue into her mouth. I knew I
was going to climax. It was starting  so hard it was bringing tears to
my eyes. I opened my eyes and looked  at her. Her eyes were closed. I
moaned hard against her mouth as I came. I felt her lips curve into a
smile.

My  hips  tried  to  move as I came, but she held me down, pumping on my
dick.  She  pulled  up, opened her eyes and looked into mine as my
mouth hung  open,  gasping  for  air, panting and climaxing. She bent
her head down  and  kissed  my  neck, still working on my dick with her
pussy. It felt  like she started biting me. Finally, I couldn't move
any more. She moved  a couple more times on my shriveling dick and sat
up. She smiled. "Nice?" she smiled. I was still too busy panting to
answer. She lay down next to me and put one leg over mine. She kissed
me on the neck and ear. "See, Johnny?" she whispered. "You did nothing
wrong. Everything you did was  right".  I  was  tired,  worn  and  
exhausted. She reached over and snapped  off  the  table  lamp. "What
about Carl?" I said. "Shhhhh", she whispered.  "Just  rest". It was
probably all the wine, but as much as I wanted more, I fell asleep.

"Hey!  Someone's'  been  sleeping  in  my  bed! And he's still there!" I
jerked  up  in  the  bed and it was daylight. "Oh, man!" I yelled as
the light  burned  into  my  head.  "My heads killing me! Close the
blinds!" "Well,  it's no wonder", Carl said. You had wine at the play
and I don't know  how  many here". "One" I mumbled and pulled a pillow
over my head. Suddenly  I  shot  up.  I was covered up, and was the
only one in bed. I looked around. "Laura's gone", Carl said. "She left
early this morning." He moved closer to take a look at me. "Hmmmmm,
vampires out last night?" I looked in the dresser mirror. Laura had
left a good sized hickey on my neck.

"This  is for you.", Carl said with a smile. He tossed it at me and left
the  room. It was an envelope. I opened it up. I found a poem that I
had written inside. It was attached to a letter from Laura.

Dear Johnny:

Please  don't be disappointed. I'm a professional girl, but I'm also a
good  friend  of  Carls'.  We  go back farther than you'll probably
ever know, unless he decides to tell you. Carl told me about the
problems you had  with girls and I asked him if I could help. It wasn't
his fault. It was  mine. He showed me some of the poems you had written
and I actually cried.  There  is  no  reason  anyone should feel this
way about love or life.  The  one  I've enclosed is the one that I want
you to read again. Read it now, then finish this letter.

Love - Definitions Divided

The emotional...

Love is joy, an experience, shared by two

Love is unity, and life renewed

Love is desire and mutual affection

Love is a strong and timeless connection

The physical...

But when Love becomes corporeal

It can be cruel and cold as steel

When a gentle touch leads to fear

Or a touch becomes necessary to seem dear

Then what?

Then what is Love, emotion or touch

Can it be both? Is that too much?

Perhaps in life I'll never know

Knowing not where it's safe to go.

Johnny,  I  can  tell love is important to you. You've capitalized it in
every  instance  in  your poem. You've had some bad experiences in
love. Both physical and emotional can happen, and at the same time. You
have a heart of gold and genuine feelings.

Someone will see that some day. It'll be worth the wait. You'll know and
she'll know when the time is right. Be patient.

Thank you for last night. I'll remember it the rest of my life.

Love, Laura

PS.  And  never,  never,  never worry about knowing what to do to please
your girl. You have no problem there. Trust me!

Laura

Well,  she  was  right.  Carl and I had a long talk that morning. I knew
where  to  find Laura, but I never looked for her. I knew why she
wanted to  help me that night and I had a renewed faith in the
possibilities of my search for affection; physical and emotional.

That's it!

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"Times New Roman">Chapter 1

 

Jack Larson knew his life was going to change when he returned to his hometown to care for his mother. Now, almost a year later, he could only shake his head at how many things had changed. His life had been transformed into something completely different.

 Jack had been born 42 years earlier. His father was a college professor and his mother was a nurse. Harry Larson taught history at a small Midwestern college for over 30 years. Since most of the freshman had to survive his Western Civilization class at the small school, he pretty much knew everyone who had attended over the years. A quiet man, he didn’t meet his wife, Betty, until he was almost 40. After a short courtship, they married and two years later had their only child, Jack. Betty became a stay at home Mom and Harry continued to teach until he retired. He had passed away six years earlier from a sudden heart attack.

Jack enjoyed growing up in the college town. A good student and athlete, he went on to attend the State University and earned a bachelor’s and master’s degree in mechanical engineering. After completing the master’s program he was recruited by a major oil company and went on to be a successful project engineer. He made his home in Houston but ended up traveling all over the world to wherever oil was being drilled. Whatever the problem was, the company could count on Jack to find a solution. He was well respected in the company and earned the top salary they paid him.

Although Jack was accomplished and financially successful, the constant traveling had taken a toll on his personal life. There were women to be sure but he never found one who was willing to put up with the demands of his job. When his mother was diagnosed with cancer at age 79, Jack did not hesitate to take a leave of absence and return home to care for her. She needed him and he needed a break. 

The next six months gave him a chance to catch his breath and look at where he was in his life. He had no trouble keeping busy. His mother wanted to stay in the house and he made sure everything she needed was taken care of. He also did some repairs on the house, and tried to think about what he wanted to do with the rest of his life. By the time his mother had lost her battle with cancer, Jack had decided to give up his career. He was financially secure, loved the small town, and knew he had other things to contribute. There had been articles about the need for teachers and his background would allow him to help with the shortage in math and science. He did his research and found all he needed was some education credits and student teaching to get certified.

It was at the Administration office that he met Donna. He had an appointment to schedule the classes he needed and found her attractive immediately. She was in her late 30’s, petite, with short dark hair and beautiful dark eyes. Even in the business suit she wore, Jack could see a nice figure with a firm butt and nice breasts. As they discussed the plan for his classes he noticed the lack of a ring on her finger and wondered if he could work a date into the plans.

Donna was a single parent and had worked in the administrative office for years. A short marriage after college had resulted in a daughter who was named Nicole. Her husband never quite adjusted to the demands of being a parent and the couple divorced when Nicole was only two. A year later he moved to the west coast and there had been no contact with him for several years. Donna put all her energy into Nicole and her work at the college. She had assumed more and more responsibility in the Administrative Office over the years and Nicole had grown into a smart, capable fifteen-year old.

Although she had dated on and off over the years, the demands of being a working single parent and the sting of her marriage kept her from letting a relationship develop very far. Now that Nicole was older she hoped there might be more time for to find someone. She also found Jack to be attractive and felt a slight flush as she caught him staring at her blouse. After he left she found herself thinking about sex. She had enjoyed an active and adventurous sex life with her husband but only two relationships since had developed that far and she had to admit that she missed it.

Over the next couple of weeks Jack used ever excuse he could think of to stop and see Donna. His initial attraction was physical but he found that his interest in her increased as he got to know her better. She was smart, independent, and had a wonderful sense of humor. She also began to look forward to his frequent visits and they finally agreed to have dinner together. 

Although they both had an initial attraction for one another and the first dates went well, the relationship developed slowly. Even though she felt she could trust Jack, Donna was still guarded. Jack sensed her reluctance and did not try to push things. Even after two months of dating they had not progressed farther than some hand holding and good night kisses. There was also the issue of Nicole. Donna did not like leaving her alone any more than she had to and was a little reluctant to bring Jack to their house. Jack had met Nicole and liked her immediately. She was petite and dark haired like her mother with a budding teenage body. Nicole approved of Jack and was happy for her mom.

The big opportunity came when Nicole was invited to an overnight birthday party at a friend’s house. Both Jack and Donna sensed the anticipation and they agreed to have dinner that night at Donna’s. They enjoyed a quiet dinner with soft music, wine, and some candlelight and then settled onto the couch with another glass of wine. Jack put his arm around her and pulled her close; breathing in the wonderful scent of her hair and feeling her snuggle next to him.

Jack broke the silence, “I feel really comfortable with you.”

“I like being with you too.”

He lifted her head and looked into her dark eyes. She smiled and he kissed her, softly at first. “You really are a beautiful woman.”

She turned toward him and they kissed again, mouths open, tongues touching. He could feel the swell of her breast pressed against him as they kissed and his hand caressed her soft neck. They kissed and caressed for several minutes, with Jack’s hand finding her soft breast. Donna moaned as he touched her and she kissed his neck. She kissed her way to his ear and whispered “I want you.”

He stood her up, held her close and softly said, “I want you more than anything.”

He took her hand and they made their way upstairs to her bedroom. He held her, looked into her eyes and slowly began to undress her. Jack lifted her shirt off and gazed at the hardened nipples pushing through the lacy bra. His fingers reached out and lightly her soft breasts.

She breathed in as he played with her nipples, “I love your touch.”

 He reached behind and undid the bra and she let it fall to the floor.

“You are so beautiful.” He kissed her mouth, her neck and down to her breasts, taking one nipple and then the other into his mouth, gently sucking. Donna ran her fingers through his hair as he sucked and she felt the wetness between her legs. She had an urge to reach down and touch herself but she wanted to wait for his caress.

His hands moved down to her pants and he undid them pushing them down. She sat on the edge of the bed and he pulled the pants off while he looked at her white panties with the shadow of her dark bush showing through. He moved closer and she ran her hand over the swell in his pants.

“Is this for me?” He nodded and pushed against her hand enjoying her caress. Jack lifted his shirt off as she undid the pants sliding them and his boxers down his legs. He kicked them away and stood naked in front of her.

Donna took hold of his hard cock. She ran her hands up from his balls, over the smooth shaft and then let a finger trace the swollen head. It had been a long since she held a man like this and she wanted to savor the moment. She loved the feel of his hardness in her hands. “It’s beautiful.”

She leaned closer to look at him while her hands slowly stroked him. Jack leaned his head back and moaned. He gazed down at her as she slowly took him into her mouth, running her tongue over his head and then gently sucking him. Unconsciously, he slowly moved his cock in and out of her mouth as she sucked, his cock now wet with her saliva. The feeling was incredible and he had to stop himself before he filled her mouth with his cum.

He pushed her back on the bed and ran his fingers over her panty covered pussy. “I need to see you too.”

Donna lay back and opened her legs for him wanting to give herself to him. He slipped her panties off and kneeled between her legs. Her pussy was beautiful and he stopped to admire it. A thick dark bush framing the soft lips already wet from her arousal. Dark hairs ran down to her tight brown rosebud ass.

“I want to taste you.”

“You can have anything you want.”

He moved closer and traced her soft lips with his tongue. For several minutes he explored and teased her with his tongue. Pushing inside, running up and down her slit, and sucking gently on her clit. She softly told him yes, yes as she responded to his attention, her body moving as her excitement grew.

“I need you inside me.”

Jack joined her on the bed and moved between her legs. He kissed her mouth and slowly guided his cock into her wetness. She tasted her juices on his mouth and felt his hardness fill her.

“Oh my God you feel good inside me.”

 He paused and looked into her eyes, told her how incredible she was, and began pushing in and out of her. She moved to meet his slow thrusts wanting every inch of him inside her. He really tried to make it last but the urge to cum was too much. He closed his eyes, pumped faster, and begged her to cum with him as his cock exploded.

The hot wetness of his ejaculation shot into Donna. She cried out and felt the first wave of her own orgasm hit her. Jack felt her body convulse as he pumped into her. She was crying out, her hips were moving with him, and she continued to cum as his cock moved in and out of her wet pussy. As her orgasm slowly subsided he felt his cock soften and he pulled her into his arms, holding her tight.

They lay together afterwards, holding each other quietly, enjoyed the closeness. Donna had never felt the openness and acceptance that Jack gave her. She knew she could do anything or tell him anything and it would be ok. He loved her for who she was. Here she was lying naked with a man for the first time and she felt completely comfortable and at ease. Donna loved his body. He was trim and fit for his age and his cock was perfect. Circumcised, nicely shaped and the perfect size. She always had a fascination with penises. It wasn’t just something to fuck. She loved to touch them, look at them and more than anything, to suck them. It gave her a wonderful sense of power, and with Jack, a way to show her affection.

Her hand was on his chest and she caresses him as they lay together. She slid her hand down and began playing with his soft member. She explored everything with her hand; his wiry pubic hair, heavy balls, and back to his ass. He responded to her caresses and she felt him harden, growing to his full erect six inches. Moving down, Donna guided him into her mouth and sucked him. She wanted to taste him and to please him, to show him how she felt. Jack moaned and stroked her hair, reveling in the wonderful feeling she was giving him. Donna increased the pressure and held him in her mouth knowing he was going to cum. He jerked his hips, cried out, and filled her mouth with hot, salty semen. She swallowed and kept sucking as he came until he finally lay quietly. 

 

 

 

Chapter 2

 

In the days and weeks that followed, they got together when they could. There was an intensity to their love-making that neither one had ever experienced. Jack became a frequent guest at Donna’s and he got to know Nicole better. He liked her immediately. She was smart, pretty, and had a quick wit. He had never spent much time with a 15-year old and it took some time to get up to speed on the lifestyle, the music, the clothes, and the language. Nicole liked Jack too and she knew how much her mom cared for him. It was different having a man around but she adjusted.

Jack made himself useful by doing some minor repairs around the house; a leaky faucet, clogged gutter, and a bad electrical outlet. When Nicole complained about a problem with her computer, Jack volunteered to look at it. He went up to her room and quickly identified the problem as spy ware. The next day he picked up some software at Staples and returned to fix the problem. Nicole was at a friend’s house and he found himself alone in her room. After he installed the software and got the annoying spy ware removed, curiosity got the best of him and he snooped around the computer. Donna had told him the kids spent all their time talking to one another on the internet and he located Nicole’s AOL account. He made a note of her screen name, “Nikki0523”, figuring he might look her up sometime when he was online.

Jack forgot about her computer until one evening later in the week when he was paying some bills with his online banking account. He also had an AOL account and searched to see if she was logged on. There she was and to his surprise Nicole was in a chat room, “Town Square 375”.  He didn’t want her to think he was spying on her so he made up a new screen name, “Zack_ZZZ”, and logged on. He entered the chat room and waited to see if she was involved in the conversation.

He followed the chat for several minutes but her name did not appear. He wasn’t sure if everything being said was appropriate for a 15-year old but he knew things were different these days. Feeling bold, he decided to IM her, wondering if she would respond.

 

Zack_ZZZ: Hey, what’s happening?....I’m Zack

Nikki0523: Hi, I’m Nicole

Zack_ZZZ: I love that name

Nikki0523: Thanks :)

Zack0523: What brings you to this room?

Nikki0523: Just hanging out

Zack_ZZZ: Tell me about yourself

Nikki0523: What do you want to know?

Zack_ZZZ: Where are you from, how old, what do you do for fun?

Nikki0523: Well, I live in Ohio and I’m 15

Zack_ZZZ: I think I’m a little old for you; I’m old enough to be your dad. You’re probably looking for someone your age to chat with. I better let you go.

Nikki0523: Most of the guys my age are rude and the older guys tell me I’m too young. I was just looking for some advice.

Zack_ZZZ: Maybe I can help. What is the problem?

Nikki0523: It’s about sex

 

            Jack paused. He knew this was wrong but the curiosity was overwhelming. Talking to a teenage girl about sex. He wasn’t prepared for this and his reaction surprised him. He was getting aroused. He justified it by figuring if it wasn’t him, it would be some other guy and who knows what they would tell her.

 

Zack_ZZZ: Ok, go ahead. I’ll try to help.

Nikki0523: I sort of have a boy friend; we hang out with the same group of kids. His name is Josh.

Zack_ZZZ: Do you like him?

Nikki0523: He’s pretty cool. I like being with him.

Zack_ZZZ: Sounds good so far

Nikki0523: We made out at a party. We kissed and he felt me up.

Zack_ZZZ: Were you ok with that?

Nikki0523: Oh yeah, It was fun.

Zack_ZZZ: Where did he touch you?

Nikki0523: My boobs. He wanted to do more but I stopped him.

Zack_ZZZ: And you’re wondering what to do

Nikki0523: He wants to touch between my legs and for me to touch him.

Zack_ZZZ: Maybe you should ask someone at home

Nikki0523: It’s just Mom and me at home. We’ve talked about sex some but I can’t talk to her about this. I know a lot of girls my age do it.

(Jack thought to himself: If only she knew her Mom like I do)

Zack_ZZZ: I know that you have to be comfortable before you take that step. Nobody should ever force you to do anything you don’t want to do.

Nikki0523: It’s not that I don’t want to. I’m worried that I’ll do something wrong. What will he think of me?

Zack_ZZZ: How old is Josh?

Nikki0523: A year older than me, 15

Zack_ZZZ: Well, I’ll bet he’s just as nervous as you are. I was a 15 year old boy once and I dreamed of someone touching me. No matter what you do it will be okay with him.

Nikki0523: I hope I don’t hurt him.

Zack_ZZZ: Well, it feels really good to a guy to have his cock touched. Just like it feels when your special places are touched…right?

Nikki0523: (Blushing) :):):)

Zack_ZZZ: Remember that the head of the cock is very sensitive. You have to be gently with it.

Nikki0523: ok

Zack_ZZZ: Stroke him with your hand gently. Use a little saliva if you need it for lubrication

Nikki0523: ok

Zack_ZZZ: At his age it won’t take much to make him come.

Nikki0523: and the stuff will shoot out

Zack_ZZZ: Yes.

Nikki0523: Cool

Zack_ZZZ: Feel better?

Nikki0523: I think so. You’re great. Can we chat again sometime?

Zack_ZZZ: I think that would be ok. I enjoyed this. You have to let me know what happens.

Nikki0523: I will. Can I ask you other things too?

Zack_ZZZ: I guess so. Not sure all this talk about sex is a good idea.

Nikki0523: It’s fun.

Zack_ZZZ: It is fun but you are only 15 and I’m over 40

Nikki0523: It doesn’t bother me. You’re nice. Are you married?

Zack_ZZZ: No

Nikki0523: Do you have a girlfriend?

Zack_ZZZ: Yes, I do

Nikki0523: Is she pretty?

Zack_ZZZ: She is very pretty

Nikki0523: Do you have sex with her?

Zack_ZZZ: Yes

Nikki0523: Cool, I think about sex a lot

Zack_ZZZ: I think most people do

Nikki0523: Are you thinking about it now?

Zack_ZZZ: LOL, yes I am

Nikki0523: Is your girlfriend there?

Zack_ZZZ: No, I’m alone

Nikki0523: I am too. I’m in my room.

Zack_ZZZ: May I ask what you look like?

Nikki0523: I’m 5’4”, 110, with dark hair

Zack_ZZZ: You sound nice

Nikki0523: Thanks.

Zack_ZZZ: What are you wearing?
Nikki0523: I’m dressed for bed. T-shirt and panties

Zack_ZZZ: You must look very sexy

Nikki0523: :):) Thanks. You say nice things.

Zack_ZZZ: I like you

Nikki0523: Can I put you on my buddy list

Zack_ZZZ: Sure, I’ll do the same

Nikki0523: I should go

Zack_ZZZ: Me too. See ya.

Nikki0523: Bye

 

            Jack slumped back in his chair and took a deep breath. What the hell was he doing? He just had a conversation about sex with Donna’s 15-year old daughter. Was he crazy? He felt a mix of emotions. It had been very exciting and erotic but there was an underlying sense of guilt. It would be easy to put a stop to it and leave it as a one-time mistake. But he knew he really wanted to chat with her again. There was something about the budding sexuality of a teenage girl that he found to be very appealing. She was beginning to discover the wonder world of sex and he had been given a chance to share in her experience. In spite of the guilt, he knew he would look for her again.

 

he did have talent, it wouldn’t matter. He was more concerned with finding out if the rumors were true.

“Ohhh, Allison.” he said as recognition showed on his face. His cock started sliding down his leg.

“Yeah, that’s me.” Pointing to a big, blue ball that many people use for aerobics, she said, “I brought my ball this time because I missed my last tryout because I forgot my ball. It’s a really important part of my routine. So—”

Frost looked up and interrupted her. He said, “You can’t sign in.”

“Why not?”

“Because, last year, I heard about you tossing around your ‘pom-poms.’ ”

He stood and took a step forward while shaking a pom-pom at her. Allison started fidgeting and she couldn’t maintain eye contact anymore.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

Frost could tell from her body language and the nervousness in her voice that the rumors must’ve been true, which was good news for him. He leaned forward, and with a pom-pom held close to his crotch, he said, “Tossing the players’ pom-poms.”

Allison’s face turned scarlet red. She tried to bullshit her way out of it, but Frost didn’t want to hear it.

“You want to sign up?”

“Yeah,” replied Allison.

“You have to toss my pom-poms.”

She said, “But Mr. Frost, what if somebody comes?”

“Oh yeah, somebody’s gonna come. Me. You know where?”

“No.”

He laughed and said, “You wanna find out?”

“Yeah.”

“Really?”

“If it’s gonna make me a cheerleader, why not?”

“Oh, sure it’ll make you a cheerleader because I’m the guy.”

He started laughing and grabbed hold to the top of her head. He applied about fifty pounds of pressure and Allison was forced to drop to her knees.

“Um…”

“Um, what?” interrupted Frost as he took his clothes off. “You know how to do this. I asked my players.”

“Oh, okay. I never thought I’d have to do this to be a cheerleader.”

“Are you kidding me? This is what all my cheerleaders do.”

The last word trailed off because he was distracted by the feel of two hands grabbing his shaft and then warm lips closing around his cock head.

Allison started sucking his semi-erect cock. She felt it stiffening in her mouth. She got it really wet with saliva and grabbed Frost by the ass. He grabbed her by the head, and between the two of them, they were shoving his cock all the way down to the pubic hairs into her mouth.

“Yeah, put some school pride into it,” groaned Frost.

He was holding his shirt up with his free hand so he could watch. The fact that Allison was looking up at him with her baby blue eyes was making it even better.

He talked dirty to her and encouraged her. He assured her that she was doing a good job.

She was getting nastier as time passed on. She’d lick his shaft as she deep throated him and sometimes pull it all the way out, let him see the long strands of spit, and then suck it all the way back in and let her tongue touch his balls.

Allison’s jaws started getting tired. She pulled his cock from her mouth and started stroking it with her hand. She noticed a gold band on Frost’s left ring finger.

“Mr. Frost, are you married?”

Frost pretended to be thinking it over. Then, joking like he just remembered he was married, he said, “Oh, yes, I am. Aren’t I?”

“Do you think your wife would mind?”

“Would she mind? No, she does this all the time,” he joked. Then he gave her a look that said ‘shut up and get back to sucking.’

Allison was freaky. She liked being treated like a whore during sex, so it didn’t take long for her pussy to start flowing. She was feeling tingly all over.

It’s a good thing that a blowjob wasn’t the only thing that Mr. Frost wanted from her. He started talking a lot of shit about how cheerleaders’ skirts fly into the air, how their legs are always being lifted, and how he needed to make sure she was “alright” down there.

He told her to sit on the big blue ball that she had brought with her. After Allison got balanced on it, he started eating her pussy. It tickled at first, but once she was able to keep her balance without concentrating on it, the tingles started creeping up in droves.

Frost was a wizard with his tongue. He had her moaning and screeching like a cat in heat as he savored the taste of her young cunt.

It lasted a long time. Allison was glowing when he finally came up for air and wiped her juices off his mouth.

His cock was throbbing. They both knew what was coming next. Now that he’d eaten her pussy, it would be relaxed enough to take on his fat prick.

The problem was that Allison was so stupid. She was still trying to audition to be a cheerleader. She insisted on showing him some of the tricks she could do with the ball.

It ended up working to Frost’s advantage. The trick involved lying on her belly across the ball. Since she wasn’t wearing panties, it left her bent over with her legs wide open.

“Okaaaay,” said Frost as all the possibilities went through his mind.

Her pussy was still covered by her skirt. It added to the eroticism because Frost could imagine what it would look like underneath.

He grabbed her waist. He held her steady. He lifted the skirt, and just like he’d imagined, there was a tight ass with two pouty cunt lips in between.

The lips were glistening. There were traces of thick pussy juice squeezing out of her pink hole.

“Mr. Frost, what are you doing back there?”

“I want to take this off,” he said as he helped her remove her skirt. They were both naked now.

He squatted and eased in behind her. Allison let out a cry of pain when he put his beefy prick on her tender hole. He retracted and tried again at a better angle.

The entry was easier this time, but Allison still moaned. Allison was mostly into oral sex, so her pussy was still tight like a virgin.

Frost was seriously turned on by the amount of friction he felt as he slipped into her. He pulled back and humped her slowly, allowing her juices to spread all over his rod.

It was fun fucking a young slut in this position, but they were too low to the ground. His legs were getting tired, so he stood up and rubbed some K.Y. liquid on his cock.

“Let’s do some floor exercises,” joked Frost.

Allison lay on a floor mat. Frost kneeled between her legs and held one of them really high.

“Ow!” she screamed as he entered her again. It didn’t hurt as bad as the last, but there was still some pain. “Ow, ahh!”

His body was leaning slightly back with Allison’s leg supported on his shoulder. She was spread very wide. He was in the perfect position to see her whole body spread eagle and still see his prick sliding in and out of her. It was like watch POV (point of view) porno starring him.

So hot.

So erotic.

Allison’s head was bucking with every thrust into her. She was whimpering like a baby. Her pussy had adjusted to his girth, so pain wasn’t a factor anymore. Her twat was pulsing, juicing, and tingling immensely.

Frost watched his cock disappearing in her sweet snatch. He was getting excited. His cock was tingling more intensely. He started moaning along with Allison. Sperm was coming up his shaft rapidly.

“Come on,” he groaned. He pulled his meat out, tossed Allison’s leg out of the way, and tried to get his cock to her face.

He was too late. Cum was streaming up too fast, so he pointed his cock at the closest thing to him—her tits—and let it fly. It didn’t spurt, but dripped in long streams all over her breasts.

“Ohhh! Oh, yeah, ohh!” he moaned.

She looked up at him when he was done. He was smiling and nodding at her. He reached for one of the pom-poms and put it on her cum-soaked tits. She had made the team.

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*****

It was approximately one week after the raping incident near the lake. Two days after the incident, Greg could no longer look at his girlfriend in the eye anymore. The rich boy simply decided to break it off and stopped seeing Brenda. Brenda, dispite the experience, continued life as normally as possible, trying her hardest to pretend that it did not happen. Fortunately for her, there was some... other problems to help distract her. Unfortunately for her, said problems were a little too strange for her to handle.

"So, um... are you some kind of alien or something?" Brenda asked as she stared at the man who saved her one week ago. She sat on her bed and blinked at the person using her computer. She had long honey blond hair and ocean blue eyes.

"Nope, not an alien! Not x-file alien neways! Nor Star Wars alien! I like to think of myself as more of an..." Trent rambled as he swiveled around in his chair to face the bewildered young girl. The youngster had light brown hair which reached all the way down to the bedroom floor. He also had sky blue eyes and a black leather collar around his neck.

"Honey, do you have someone in there? What did I say about boys in your bedroom?" A voice rang out from behind Brenda's bedroom door. The doorknob turned as the voice said, "I'm coming in, alright?"

"Uh... sure, mom, whatever you say," Brenda replied as she turned her attention on the door for a moment. She then turned her attention back on Trent, who was still rambling on about aliens. She immediately panicked when she realized that the youngster was going to do anything. She quickly hissed, "what are you..."

"Oh, how cute, the puppy's playing on the computer," Brenda's mother giggled as she pointed in Trent's direction. Brenda snapped her head back towards her mother as soon as she heard the door open. She then turned her attention back on Trent.

"Arf..." a puppy seemingly no older than 10 months old was sitting there on the chair where Trent supposedly sat. The puppy was a golden retriever with light brown fur and sky blue eyes. He sat there on his haunches with his tongue hanging out and tail wagging side-to-side. Brenda let out a silent sigh of relief.

"I was listening to some spoofs about aliens," Brenda explained as she motioned a hand towards her computer. "Wanna listen?"

"Maybe later, hun. I've got a business meeting to get to," Brenda's mother said as she headed out the bedroom door. "I'll see you later tonight, alright? Take care of yourself."

"Don't worry, I will," Brenda replied with a forced smile on her face. She let out another sigh of relief as soon as the door closed.

"So your mother works? Does your father stay home and take care of stuff, then?" Trent asked as soon as he changed back into his human form.

"Erm, no... he works, too," Brenda replied.

"By the way, I know how lonely things get here, but I wished you had talked to me first before getting a dog," Brenda's mother's head popped back from behind the door.

"Arf..." Trent, back in his puppy form, barked.

"Um... I found him... by the lake... he was abandoned..." Brenda stammered out the quickly-constructed story. "Dad said I could keep him."

"Yes... I'll be talking to him about that tonight when he gets back," Brenda's mother's eyes narrowed into thin slits. Before she left... again... she reproduced a smile and said, "talk to you later! Bye!"

"My god, that was close," Brenda sighed as she fell on her bed, exhausted and relieved.

"I'll say!" Trent beamed a toothy grin as soon as he changed back to human form. His face suddenly became serious, "so your mom and dad both work? Things must get lonely around here, then."

"Yeah, my mom's the vice-CEO of some company and my dad's got some high rank among the FBI," Brenda replied, twirling a length of her hair. "They both work seven days a week so I rarely ever see them. I mostly just hang out with some friends or... just mostly hang out."

"I see, I see," Trent replied as he started up a game of solitaire. A grin etched across his face as he asked, "so you're mostly free to leave the house and explore, huh?"

"Well... yeah, but... wait a minute, we were talking about you!" Brenda exclaimed as she pointed an accusing finger at the shape-changing dog man. "How are you able to change into a puppy? I've been asking all week, but you never answer!"

"Wee! Won the game!" Trent exclaimed as the monitor filled up with cards bouncing around one by one.

"Ugh... never mind," Brenda grunted as she got up and left the room. "I've got school to get to. You should get ready, too, you know."

"What's school?" Trent sincerely asked with genuine curiousity.

*****

"Oh my god, I knew she was a slut!"

"Is she really into that sort of thing?"

"Wow, she's also into girls!"

A crowd of students were gathering around in one spot near a wall. As soon as Brenda saw the crowd of students, she became curious as to what was going on. It didn't take her long before she realized what they were all looking at.

"....." Brenda stared with wide-open eyes at the pictures displayed on the wall. They were pictures of when she was raped a week ago by the lake! However, these pictures... they must've carefully chosen the ones that made it look like she enjoyed it! Either that or they photoshopped it or... something. Spike and other's faces were cut off from the picture so that the only face visible was Brenda's! The pictures, in short, made the popular girl look like a complete slut while masking her rapists' faces.

The whisperings continued until almost every single student in school heard about the pictures. Rumours began to circulate about her, making her look bad. The teachers took the pictures down, but it was already too late. Too many people had already seen it.

Brenda ran out of there... as fast as she could...

*****

"Why are you following me? Leave me alone!" Brenda turned around and screamed at a puppy with light brown fur and a black leather collar. She was out in the city, away from the school she suddenly decided to hate with passion... and away from the home she always hated with passion. Swarms of people passed by her and the puppy, turning their heads for a second to stare at the situation before continuing on their own businesses.

"I just wanted to know what was wrong is all," Trent replied, a bit heart-broken from being yelled at. He knew he was always being yelled at, but those were yells by people he disliked. He had no real reason to dislike the girl before him. At least not yet.

"You... can speak even... never mind," Brenda turned away from the golden retriever and continued walking along the sidewalk. She wore a hat over her blond hair in order to hide her tear-streakened face. "I just..."

"Oh, hotdogs! Want one?" Trent asked as he suddenly materialized in front of Brenda with a hotdog in each hand. They were the jumbo-sized hotdogs that were sold by hotdog stands.

"Where did you get those?" Brenda stared at the hotdogs, then turned to look behind her. An understandably angry hotdog vendor was headed their way. With a shocked expression on her face, she grabbed Trent by the wrist and ran. "Oh my god, I can't believe... run!"

"Running's fun!" Trent laughed as he followed the blond girl. "Say, we're friends, right? Brenda?"

"Yeah, sure! Whatever! Just run!" Brenda gasped.

*****

Blue Mage: Hello, Hyperdog! Good to see you online again.

|-|yp3|2_|>4//6: H3Y 3v3ry 1!

Blue Mage: Haha, it's just me right now. Don't worry, I think the others should be getting here soon.

|-|yp3|2_|>4//6: Blue Mage! You're a blue mage! You're like a wizard, right? You can do amazing things, right?

Blue Mage: Um... it's just a name. I wish I could do amazing things, though. Even if it's regular amazing stuff. :p

|-|yp3|2_|>4//6: ThIs Is No TiMe FoR yOuR nEgAtIvE aTtItUdE1!1 I nEeD yOuR hElP1!1

Blue Mage: ???

*****

"First thing we do when we get home after being chased by a hotdog vendor... huh?" Brenda asked skeptically as she watched the dog man use her computer. "Why are you humming like that, anyway?"

"I like listening to music, that's why," Trent replied with a grin on his face. "When I hear no music, I just hum some tunes I remember!"

"I see..." Brenda blinked as she walked out of the bedroom and towards the balcony for a breath of fresh air. She sighed this time not in relief but in exasperation. Trent was getting to be quite a handful. The youngster had some sort of... ability to turn things upside down. What kind of mood was she in before... she could scarcely remember. The blond girl even forgot all about the pic... the pictures! How could she forget about them?

Suddenly, a smile grew on her face and she chuckled to herself. She forgot... she thought that the incident would scar her for the rest of her life, but she forgot. It was strange how a week old relationship with a lunatic of a dog man could make a bunch of pictures pale in comparison. Trent... it was like he didn't even care what others thought about him. He could strip naked and dance in front of the whole school and not have a care in the world.

She leaned against the railings of the balcony and stared up at the night sky. She wondered again how it could be night so soon. Did time really pass that quickly? She vaguely remembered doing many other things in the city with Trent besides escape a hotdog vendor. Apparently, adrenaline made events pass by in a flash.

"Hello! Staring at the stars?" Trent asked as his upside-down face suddenly appeared right in front of Brenda.

"Kyaa!" Brenda cried out in surprise as she fell on her butt. She looked upwards to see the dog man grabbing hold of the railings with one hand. Trent was doing a one-handed handstand on the edge of the balcony. "How... an acrobat, too?"

"I can do a whole bunch of other things!" Trent laughed as he jumped back on the balcony on all fours.

"Are you... did you escape from the circus or something?" Brenda asked with a questioning look on her face. She got up off the balcony floor and headed back inside. "It's been a long day. I just... I just want to sleep."

"Right, of course! Don't let the bed bugs bite!" Trent smiled as he said good-night to the blond girl. As soon as Brenda went back into the house, the youngster back-flipped and leapt off the balcony. Once he landed outside the house, he snickered, "time to initiate Plan Pic-Strike! God, that's cheesy..."

*****

Blue Mage: Er... what do you plan on doing with these?

|-|yp3|2_|>4//6: Gimme gimme gimme!

Blue Mage: Um... I did the best I could, but I'm not sure if they're... you know... good enough.

|-|yp3|2_|>4//6: Gimme gimme gimme!

Blue Mage: Alright, I'll send them over, now.

*****

She didn't know why she bothered coming back to school... but she decided to, anyway. She hoped that the other students would forget about the pictures, but she knew that was very unlikely to happen. Brenda took a deep breathe, then re-entered the school she ran away from.

"Oh my god! More pictures!"

"These are back up again?"

"Haha! She looks like a slut!"

Brenda froze.

She looked up at the walls, expecting to find more degrading pictures of herself. She was right... but...

"The entire football team's gay?"

"You idiot! It's obvious these pictures are fake!"

"Hey, this one looks pretty real!"

"Wow, Sally and Tia are lesbian bondage queens?"

"Oh my good! Hahahaha!!! You gotta look at this! The principal's godzilla!"

"King Kong fucking the art teacher, huh? That's not very original."

"Hey, if these pics are fake, you think maybe those pics of Brenda were also fake?"

"Idiot, pretty obvious they're fake. Though gotta say, they look pretty realistic. Who did these?"

Brenda could not believe her eyes. All over the school, on every wall, there were photoshopped pictures of not only herself, but of her fellow students. Even Spike and his friends had a pic up! At first, it did not seem obvious that the pictures were fake, but... it became obvious once one saw the more absurd pictures.

"Piggy P.E. teacher! Hahahahaha!!!"

Brenda immediately noticed something in the corner of her eye. She turned towards a window and looked outside towards the football field. Her eyes went wide as soon as she saw Trent waving in greeting. The blond girl hurried outside in order to get to the dog man before anyone noticed.

"Hello! Like my handiwork?" Trent chuckled as soon as his newfound friend was within hearing distance. "I asked a friend of mine to photoshop some pics. It was fun!"

"Did anyone see you put up those pictures?" Brenda asked in a worried tone of voice.

"Nope, not a soul! Ninja must be sneaky and deadly, you know!" Trent laughed out loud.

"That's... that's good," Brenda sighed with relief. She stared at the young man many called a lunatic, then hugged him. "Why? I barely even know you."

"I asked you if we were friends and you said yes!" Trent replied with a goofy grin on his face. He then whispered into Brenda's ear. "Hey, wanna skip school?"

"Let's go," Brenda nodded her head as she followed her new strange friend.

*****

"Trent did this, I just know it," Spike seethed as he stared hard at a picture of himself fucking a sheep.

"Is he even smart enough to use a computer?" Sting muttered as she ripped up a picture of herself depicted as a dog slave. Her eyes immediately glared at Nails and Razor, who were hiding a stack-load of pictures under their shirts. "You better not have any of mine or you guys are dead!"

"Don't worry," Nails replied, who had a picture of Sting urinating into a litterbox.

"We don't," Razor added, who had a picture of Sting lapping up milk from a dish.

"You're dead," Sting growled as she revealed the pictures she stole from Nails and Razor. After ripping the pictures up, she commenced chasing after her 'friends' with an extremely violent look in her eyes.

"He'll pay for this... oh he'll pay dearly," Spike growled as he burnt his picture.

*****

"I don't just do this for anybody, you know?" Brenda explained as she siddled up next to Trent. They were back near the lake, sitting on a long and staring out into the peaceful scenery. The moon was up and the stars were out. Stars were rare nowadays... too rare. "My parents, fortunately, believe that the pictures are fake... just like everyone else, but... they still think it's better if I switch schools next year."

"Yeah? Maybe I'll go with you," Trent replied, goofy grin still on his face. "School looks like fun! I'll join next year as a student!"

"Uh... well... I'm sure you'll be popular," Brenda replied, trying to picture the dog man as a normal high school student. She placed a hand on Trent's crotch.

"Your hand's on my crotch," Trent noted as he stared at the slender hand stroking the bulge in his trousers.

"....." Brenda suddenly appeared in between Trent's legs, undoing the zipper. She reached into the young man's trousers and felt around until she found what she was looking for. She gasped as soon as she saw just how big Trent was.

"Eh heh... lots of other dogs have bigger," Trent chuckled as he looked down at his own 14 inch cock. "Plus it goes inside my body when I'm not using it."

"Normally, I'd be freaked out, but... I'm not even scared," Brenda replied as she stared at the monster of a cock pointing right at her. She grabbed the long flesh with both of her hands and gently stroked it up and down. She stared at the cock some more, then gathered up enough courage to go for it. She opened up her mouth and closed her lips around the head of the penis.

"Whoa... that feels good," Trent blinked in surprise. Suffice to say, this was the first time anyone had ever done this with him... as a human. He vaguely remembered a girl whom he had sex with as a puppy.

"Mmm..." Brenda moaned as she continued sucking on the dog man's cock. She ran her fingers along the shaft, feeling its entire length. Her tongue swished and played around with the head of the cock. She immediately felt something growing at the base of Trent's cock. A knot was actually forming there!

Intrigued instead of freaked out, the blond girl continued sucking on the cock. One hand stroked and explored the surface of the newly formed knot. The other hand played around with the balls dangling down between the young man's legs. Brenda continued playing around with the cock with her tongue until she felt the first sign of ejaculation. She immediately pulled away and off to the side to avoid the load of semen from hitting her face.

"Wow... that was good!" Trent exclaimed in excitement. He beamed a smile at Brenda and said, "more fun than anything I've experienced, really."

"Really now," Brenda smirked as she sat back down beside the dare devil.

"Ahem, were we interrupting something?" A voice rang out behind the newly formed couple.

"Oh no..." Brenda's eyes went wide for she recognized the voice.

"Trent and Brenda. The popular psychopath who acts like a retard and the popular bitch who only knows how to spend money. Wow... I never thought such pairing was possible," Spike sneered as he and his friends appeared out of the shadows. The blue haired punk glared at Trent as he continued, "why the fuck are you with this bitch, huh? What's the idea, putting up all those pictures? If you wanted to do her, you should've came with us when we raped that bitch! Don't you remember what she and her boy toy did to us?"

"Hmm... sorry, could you repeat that? I have a condition the docs call 'short attention span'," Trent replied as he scratched his head. "I kinda stopped listening after 'idea,' really..."

"Ya stupid long-haired hippie! I told the entire football team that you were behind the pictures! They've got an axe to grind with ya," Spike growled as he signalled for the entire highschool football team to appear. True to his word, more than twenty extremely well-built highschool students appeared out of their cars. How did they miss the sound of incoming cars?

"I see, I see..." Trent chuckled as he stood up off the log. He pulled up his trousers and zipped them up. A malicious grin etched across his face as he cracked his knuckles and said, "so you've all got an axe to grind, huh? This'll be a good warm-up."

"It's twenty-five to two, you really think you can beat all of us?" Spike grinned before rushing the dog man.

"Excuse me for a moment, this won't take long," Trent chuckled again towards a bewildered Brenda. As soon as Spike was within striking distance, Trent turned right around and smashed a round-house kick into his face.

Spike went down with a thud.

Razor and Nails stared at their leader for a moment, then decided to join in on the fight. Razor, sporting brass knuckles, threw a punch towards Trent's face. Trent counter-attacked by grabbing the punching arm by the wrist and pulling hard. At the same time, he sent a left backfist towards the face by swinging it above his opponent's punching arm. Once Razor was down, he turned his attention on Nails, who... um... decided to back away.

"You know, things'll take too long if I fought fair," Trent chuckled as he pulled out a recorder from... somewhere. He quickly turned towards Brenda and shouted, "cover your ears!"

As soon as Brenda covered her ears, Trent played a single note on the recorder. The brown note to be exact.

"Ah!!!" The football players were shocked to find that... well... they pooped in their pants. They immediately ran back to their cars to get spare pants.

"Ugh..." Nails grunted as he pinched his nose at the horrid stench he made.

"Oh my god..." Sting shuddered as she pulled her fingers out from her ears. Those fingers were immediately used to pinch her nose to block out the horrid stench of twenty-somthing people who pooped in their pants. She suddenly realized that something else was wrong, "where... where did those two go?!"

*****

Blue Mage: So how'd it go?

|-|yp3|2_|>4//6: 62347!!!!!!!!!1111

Blue Mage: Er... great, huh? That's... good to hear.

|-|yp3|2_|>4//6: I'll be going to a new school next year!

Blue Mage: Cool! I'm going to a new school next year, too. Hey, maybe we'll meet up or something!

|-|yp3|2_|>4//6: 7H47 50UN|>5 62347!!! What bout you, Killer666?

*Killer666 has signed off*

*****

"Why do I have a feeling my school life isn't going to be a normal one?" A certain seventeen year old named Tim asked as he logged off for the night.