Cute Girls

Forty Days of the Weasel Ch. 03

“Author’s note:

This is the conclusion of the story of Glenn Svoboda, the paperboy. Mary Gilbert and Roxanne Fein are middle-aged reprobates who took an opportunity to seduce a young man for their pleasure. In the meantime, Glenn went out with a classmate named Nan and later her close friend Jackie Reiner. Between dating Nan (only once) and dating Jackie (we see their first date in this chapter) he met and began a steamy relationship with Lisa Fein, before he realized he would be engaged in an affair with her mother.

Lisa is his fuck bunny. That’s what I call it, that kind of relationship. The two don’t really love one another, but they constantly have sex. I had a girl like that. Instuctional, no end. Glenn is still fucking Lisa every way he can and he’s about to have his first date with Jackie.

He meets the older women on Sundays, collection day for the newspaper route. Our chapter opens with the older women discussing him in his absence.

You may as well know that hogs have sexual pheromones in their breath vapor. It makes sows turn their hips toward them and brace for sex. Now you know why that bar was called Hog’s Breath.

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“Speaking of the paper boy,” Mary said suddenly, “my god, you’re like a slave to him!”

Roxanne Fein froze. “How much does she know? My God, Glenn’s talked!” She forced a nonchalant “What do you mean?” and felt her confidence drain into a puddle on the floor.

It was Thursday and Mary had come to visit and have lunch. Her arrangement with Glenn was very much as Mary described it; she hoped he hadn’t told Mary why.

“I watched you. He says anything, you jump right up there!”

Understanding now that she was talking about the Sunday session, Roxanne drew breath again. “She doesn’t know, oh thank God!”

Mary warmed to her theme. “You did it right away, right from the first second, too, even though you’re not quite so spineless now. What has the kid got, some kind of hog’s breath?”

“Well, you know me, Mary,” she said, “I always fall hard, and Glenn just stole my heart. I wanted to do things for him. Don’t you?”

“Not like you! But I suppose I do want to make him amazed, or whatever you say, amaze him. He was so funny when he was unsure what to do!”

“So you love him right to death, just like I do.” Roxanne argued.

There was some justice to her propositions, and it made Mary think. “I still say you act very slavish, sometimes. But he loves it!”

“He loves licking, too, doesn’t he?” The change of subject went through and they discussed his technical merits for a while. But she thought afterward “I never saw him unsure what to do.” She couldn’t imagine what it would be like, even. “Mary must have been fooled somehow.”

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Jackie’s dad had made her change. Her club clothes had been a shade too cool, so she was now in blouse and skirt. But once they got to the dance, she pulled a skein of black lace out of her purse.

“Look! Black lace gloves! I got some other things, I’m gonna hit the ladies’ room. But I gotta change back before I go home!”

“You want this?” He untied a satin scarf, white and figured with black, from his belt and held it up. “To play with while you’re dancing, let me put it on you, here.”

He looped it over her head and gently pulled her to him. When she let him do it, he gave her a kiss on the side of the neck, low.

“What are you doing?” She meant it to sound stern and accusing, but she continued to stand body-to-body against him. He smelled good.

“You don’t hafta take the scarf if you don’t want it.”

“You kissed me!”

“Kissing the neck is a sign of passion.”

“Uh huh.” But she took the scarf with her into the ladies’ room, and wore it with her outfit. They had a good evening dancing and flirting, and she met Deanna, the bass player for Oblong.

Deanna’s mother had always been Aunt Cheryl to Glenn, which made her his sort-of cousin. Deanna was twenty-four; but she’d always been amused by Glenn and she gave his date the benefit of the doubt. So they talked with the band between sets. This raises your cool titer.

While they were watching out the school window for their ride back, Jackie pulled the scarf out. “Want this back?”

“Will you take it as a gift?”

She looked at it, then she had an idea. “Let me try it out first.” She draped it behind his neck and tugged his head close enough to kiss his neck.

“Passion,” she said. He put a hand behind her nape and kissed her, then they stood in each other’s arms a while. White light, from headlights, was cast across their faces through the window.

“It’s your dad. Will you keep the scarf, Jackie?”

“Yeah. Thank you. Look, my dad’s all weird about this, don’t even touch me when we go out there, okay?”

“Sure. Can I call you again?”

She nodded. “I’d like that.”

So he called the next day, and she invited him over, and they listened to music and petted a little– he rubbed her very sweetly through her panties and she let him play with a breast for a while. It was a truly fine breast, Jackie was a sweet package. Then it was Saturday evening and he visited Lisa. And Sunday he had a date with Mary!

Lisa wanted some consolation, she’d been having to defend herself from the storage closet story.

“It’ll be all right in a week,” he promised her. “Something else more exciting will happen and they’ll talk about that for a while, until the next thing after that.”

She wasn’t so sure, but Glenn talked dismissively of it and she became convinced enough to quit worrying. Then they got playful and did a sixty-nine until they both came. It hurt his neck, which was still tender under strain, but it was wholehearted.

The two got dressed and talked longingly about when they’d be able to fuck. It had to be soon! They vowed to get condoms if they had to shoplift them.

He was leaving her house to walk home when Roxanne offered him a ride.

“Glenn, Mary wants to do a threeway again tomorrow afternoon,” she began. “She also wondered how come I started right in doing whatever you said, but I think I explained it well enough. Can you please not ask for too much this time, so she won’t be too suspicious?”

“Are you refusing to do certain things?”

Refusing could be unwise; her first dom had liked to use pins. “I’ll do anything, you know that. I just– I’m friends with Mary, we go back a long way. She’s not dumb; she’ll begin to think we have a thing, and I couldn’t face her if she knew about you seeing Lisa. Please. Just go easy and follow Mary’s lead or something, it’s only when Mary’s there, I’ll make it up to you!”

“Will you meet me alone, just the two of us?”

“Yes, and you can do anything then! Just not so much with Mary tomorrow, I’m begging you.”

“Let me think about it. When would we meet? And what about Lisa? I can’t ask her to just let you have a turn.”

“Lisa’s going to Eddington, to a stables, Wednesday, all afternoon. I can pick the two of you up from school, send her off in half an hour. And then I’m yours for, let me see, a little over two hours before you’d have to be home to eat. I’ll call your mother and make the arrangements. Please, Glenn.”

“Two hours…”

“Okay! Longer! Lisa’s coming back after eight, she helps them tend the horses. Don will be off that day with the basketball team to Howland. We can do three or four hours! I’ll tell your mother I want to have you eat with us! You can have me any way at all, all evening, or spank me all you want.”

“Get condoms,” he said. He was thinking about spanking, the idea interested him.

“I’ll pick up a bagful at the Planned Parenthood.”

That was a bingo. Planned Parenthood! Glenn was very pleased. Vistas of fucking Lisa opened in his mind.

“And suck me on the way home right now.”

“Um, yes, let me think. The parking garage on Pickering Square!” She drove there, parked up above, and blew him in the car, very devotedly. Glenn was assured how grateful she was for his leniency, Roxanne wanted to thank him somehow.

“I promise I’ll make it up to you,” she said. “Not just Wednesday. I’ll find more times for us.”

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“Paper boy, ma’am!”

“Get in here!” said Mary Gilbert. She took him by the shoulders, kissing him greedily. He resisted the offer of champagne, set his things on a kitchen chair and followed his hostess.

Roxanne was waiting with two flutes in the living room, but one was hers and one Mary’s. She passed them both and embraced him. Both women wore cocktail dresses again. Mary returned her drink and they sat closely on the couch on either side of him.

“Glenn, I hope you’ve been sensible,” Mary began. She needed reassurance that he never bragged or discussed their Sunday afternoons. That topic taken care of, she began stroking his thigh. “Let me take those off you, you can get comfortable…”

Roxy wanted to know, now that he’d done a few things, what parts were his favorites. He said the best was to eat the pussy. (Then he quibbled a little; anal sex with Roxy had been every bit as good.)

So, getting plenty of pussy fed to the young man became the theme of the session. Hardly a minute passed between one and the next! The middle-aged sex predator who was not on his face played with other parts of him.

It makes for a good party, don’t knock it!

Midway through the session, Mary was watching his head nod and circle in Roxy’s depilated crotch. “He probably hasn’t seen much today with his head stuck in there all the time,” she observed idly. It gave her an inspiration.

“Roxy, let’s blindfold him,” suggested she, “and see if he can tell whose butt he’s fucking.” This experiment consumed the balance of the afternoon.

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Lisa couldn’t take the bus home with him Monday. It was tryouts night for the musical. So he made a date for after supper.

When he got to his house, his Dad called him into the garage. He said a woman named Mrs. Fein had called. “She said you’d offered to help her around the house sometime, and she says, can you come today after school? She’ll pay. Interested?”

Why, yes, he was.

“Glenn, darling. I couldn’t wait. I hope you’re not too angry.” Roxanne was wearing dark green worsted slacks and a white crepe-de-chine blouse, with lace on the placket and cuffs, translucently revealing the lacy bra beneath. The outfit aimed at femininity, not seductiveness, despite the heels. “I got the condoms and kept thinking of you; it made me bold. I’m willing to take any punishment you wish…”

This was new to Glenn. “Look, I need to know how to… Tell me about the spanking.”

Roxanne leaned over the back of a chair and made a little show out of peeling her clothes to her knees. “Just try it. Spank me.”

He tried a few, slapping the lovely, pale-olive bottom. She asked him if it was getting red. “Yeah,” he reported. “Doesn’t it hurt?”

“Well, of course, but after the sting it feels hot and it tingles. It makes me very obedient and very, very juicy! Tie me up for it, too, if you want; I have a big metal loop hidden in my ceiling light in the bedroom! It’s strong enough so you can hang me up and whip me, while I’m completely helpless. There are ropes, a blindfold, even handcuffs in my room. I’m yours, Glenn; I’ll do anything at all.”

“Show me this stuff.” On the way upstairs he asked her how much to spank, how long.

“Use your belt, or your hand, or anything you think of! I have some canes and things, too. Be hard so I don’t dare disobey. Make it really red. Then–tell me how I can redeem myself!”

Glenn looked the equipment over. “Stroke it with your hands, Roxanne,” he requested casually. It let her know her role as instructor was ended; he had a working idea what he wanted to do now.

He surveyed the equipment while Mrs. Fein, on one knee, paid loving attention to his cock. “A towel. A bath towel,” he said, and off she went, imagining with familiar and delicious fear that he was going to roll it up and whip her with it.

Standing on a chair, he threaded the smooth hard rope through the big eye bolt. He wadded up the towel, however, between her ankles, wrapped them a little to pad the rope and then tied them together. He tied the other rope, from the ceiling, into the chain of the handcuffs.

Pulling the other end he could hoist her hands, which were cuffed behind her. He hoisted slowly and stopped when there was some strain. She was bent at the waist, her hands were high up behind her and her ankles bound. The rope held her taut

enough so that she had to stay in that pose and balance there on her high heels.

He cinched off to the bed frame and saw that it was tied to the floor by little brackets, screwed down. He removed his clothes, retaining his belt in one hand. He sauntered into view; then, stepping up close, he demanded she suck him.

She couldn’t reach, although watching her try anyhow was hot. He adjusted the system until she had more freedom of motion and could suck him effectively.

“Take it into your throat, Roxanne.” She whimpered and strained to swallow the boy’s cock.

He stepped out of her mouth’s compass then, and circled out of her sight. She gasped and slurped, swaying.

He fetched his pocket knife, came up behind and cut her slacks and panties away in shreds, exposing her completely. She was thrilled. She began to beg him not to whip her, to promise to obey, to lick his feet, to clean his asshole with her mouth! She was going always to be good.

“Yaas,” he drawled sarcastically, “you are.”

The belt wrapped around her when he used it, though. It slapped her with the far tip in the belly and the front of her legs. He tried getting some distance, but he didn’t have the hang of it. Doubling it up was good, though. It gave him control so it hit her ass pretty much where he wanted, and it made a very satisfying loud crack.

She very shortly had lots of red marks crisscrossing her buns and upper thighs. He filled in the whiter places between them methodically and then came around to be sucked for a minute. Her tear streaked face took his cock; her lips and tongue were exquisite. Fear and her stinging buns brought out her devotion; she was sucking with utter abjection.

It was giving him a little charge, he admitted to himself, especially visually, watching her buns dance and redden in the frame of her shredded clothing. But on the whole he felt he could have simply asked her to suck or whatever, and skipped the whole big thing.

She was sucking a little too enthusiastically. He turned around and made her lick ass, then let her down and took the bindings all apart.

“Take the clothes off, but keep the jewelry. Lie down a while. I get that upper corner.”

He hitched the hardback chair over near the head end and sat on the bed’s edge. Folding his arms on a pillow on the seat of it and resting his head on them, he asked her to lick him anally some more. She slid up, of course, and did it. It was good to relax her legs and arms; Glenn was being kind.

The position was less comfortable than he had thought it would be, but he liked the tongue sliding along his anus, probing. He took her downstairs on a leash. On the big leather easy chair in the living room, with his hips draped over the arm, he could have her kneel and reach it nicely. He let her lick and kiss awhile, which she loved; ultimately, he requested a good tongue fuck.

She stood and braced her hands on the chair arm; she drove her stiff tongue deeply into him. A wave of lust struck her; real degradation always drove her into a fever. Dropping lower freed her hands to fondle his buns and milk his slender cock. He looked so beautiful; his skin felt so soft and so young. She was squirming. “Please, Glenn, I’m burning up, I need it! Fuck me! You have to, I can’t stand it!”

He allowed her to rub herself on his leg. She whimpered in her eagerness and thrust her tongue urgently, humping his leg like an ill-mannered dog the whole time. He called her off shortly, asking her to suck him. It had been tiring for her (though it felt perfectly luxurious!), so he wasn’t going to make her do it too long.

So, in broad daylight in her own living room, the sweat-drenched Mrs. Fein sucked off her daughter’s boyfriend. She was naked except for a dog leash, a bracelet, and a pair of earrings, kneeling on the floor before her easy chair. Her ass was a troubled red from a mild whipping and the heat of it radiated through her loins. When he stiffened his lithe body to spray her throat with his seed it was the high point of her day.

He made her squat over him and feed him pussy while he recovered his erection. He wouldn’t let her push into him, despite her urgent need, but licked the swollen lips fiendishly slowly. She closed her eyes and felt every move, whining in desperation, panting and writhing. She begged him to let her come.

“Very well, you may rub it on the chair.”

A blush of shame mantled her cheek, but she masturbated herself to orgasm humping the arm of the chair. He stood, stretched, and watched the thirty-eight-year-old rub on the furniture. When she’d come, she was mortified, exquisitely ashamed.

“Well!” He stretched the moment out for her. “I hope you’re feeling better? Up, stand right there,” he said. He took the leash, then kissed her. “I’m going to fuck you, Roxanne, but I believe you need to have the belt again.” She begged pro forma to be spared the lash, but she flushed in anticipation. He unclipped the leash from her collar and sent her upstairs to put on the heels again and bring the belt down.

He spanked her over the chair arm. Her eyes were streaming and she’d been crying softly and piteously, but he noticed somthing. “You’re enjoying this too much!” he accused her. “Go up and bring the long whippy cane to me!” Sniffling and once again fearful, she fetched it.

He set her with her legs wide, face up, and blindfolded her. “Let’s see,” he drawled. He swung it in the air, and the sound alone made her suck air hissing through her teeth. He brought it down on her shaven pubis. She hissed and whimpered and a red line appeared. He whipped her nipples and her pussy, maybe five strokes, then sodomized her relentlessly in several positions. After his second orgasm of the afternoon, deep in her soft rectum, he demanded money, because she had told his dad he’d be paid.

And they still had the four-hour date Wednesday yet to come.

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Nan had called him; she’d had the word from Jackie. Officially Nan’s hatefest of Glenn was off. They didn’t arrange for a second date, though. And Nan seemed to have no idea he was talking to Jackie and asking her out.

After supper, he requested permission to visit Lisa, and got it because he’d been doing work around the house for Mrs. Fein all afternoon. He had taken a handful, eleven when he’d counted them, of Roxanne’s condoms earlier in the afternoon, and he showed them to Lisa as soon as he could. “Check this,” he said.

“Wonderful! Let me have some!”

“Take ‘em all, the only place I need them is with you,” he lied.

She took eight, which was all he’d happened to pull from his pocket. He could still use some with Jackie or even with Nan, if it worked out that way, so he was content. Besides, he was confident he could get more through Mary.

Lisa’s initiation was face-to-face, woman on top. Putting the condom on him somehow had given her a feeling of finality. Her decision taken, Glenn spoke encouragingly in soft murmurs. She straddled him and guided the strangely packaged cock into her; a movement of her hip sent the young man’s cock solidly up into its new home. Glenn was transfixed by the organ’s tight grip; he had never felt anything like it.

She took a few experimental strokes, eyes closed, feeling every curve and hard ridge. Glenn’s palm stiffened a nipple. She wriggled herself down onto him and his hairs tickled her clit, sending a spark between it and the nipple between his fingers. He was deep inside her body, and it felt like an affirmation.

“I’m going to like this a whole lot,” she thought, and reached for her orgasm. His own happened along the way and hardly slowed her up. She rode him astride, stropping her clit against him, feeling the slow, certain crescendo building in her pussy. She babbled to Glenn how great it was– “I love your cock, my God!”– and slammed onto him in incoherent joy. It was going to be a big one.

When it ripped through her, Glenn saw her flush pink all the way to her navel in a blotchy pattern, and her tiny cunt squeezed him hard in a pulsing spasm, released and gripped again. She was open-mouthed and grunting; her fingers sank into his shoulder muscle. She opened her eyes and looked at his sweaty face, breaking into a silly, wide grin of triumph.

“That was cool!” she said, beaming. He was still up inside, and it felt wonderful. “That was the best thing!”

It was his first regret, that this day was such a milestone for her and a mere event for him. He felt like he’d lost something irretrievable. But coming inside the high school cooze, by far the finest of his life, had driven the pang from him as if it had never been.

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Jackie met Nan, and then Glenn, coming out of his English class. Shared secrets, flashing through the air, made contact eye to eye. They walked along chatting and parted with more hot, loaded glances. Glenn never referred to his date that night with Jackie. There was no “see you tonight” from her, either.

She’s hiding it from Nan, I guess, he concluded. Good.

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The rec at the Jewish Community Center never held big crowds except for special events. They were able to talk freely in an empty hall about half the time, and could still murmur quietly even when other kids were there. There was much to discuss.

Felix Caccioppo came in the door and lounged against the doorpost. It made Jackie stop talking. In a very small whisper, she asked him how much money he had. He told her, and she asked him for some. “Wait here,” she instructed him.

She went to speak with Felix, and the two of them drifted out the door. Shortly she stepped in again and lightly across the room to his side. “I got some weed, let’s go to the gully behind the laundromat.”

“You bought a joint from Felix?”

“More than one, silly! Come on!”

Dating is very educational. She was less inhibited after the joint. It was she who put his hand there to begin with and she let him finish it with his nose, just because he wanted to. He could smell it and hear the moist flesh smack and move behind the cotton barrier. And she let him see and suck both superb breasts and keep the rest of the dope besides.

On the other hand, she never touched Glenn even though he was always fully dressed. The pussy was sweet, though, and the sensation of the drug was extremely interesting. He wondered how Lisa would like it.

Later, they revisited the little gully so she could go home stoned. When he could feel the new level in his intoxication he went to reach into her panties and feel her directly, but she said she’d rather he didn’t.

“Please, no, Glenn.”

He accepted that. “You can touch me if you want, though. Maybe next time…? It would be all right.”

“Kaylie says it makes boys nuts and they want all kinds of stuff if you do that.”

“Kaylie picked the wrong boy, that’s all. But if you don’t trust me… I guess it’s just kinda sad. Let me take you home, then.”

“I don’t mean I don’t trust you,” she protested.

“Sure you do. Come on, I’ll get you home.” He sounded as if the subject was closed, but she couldn’t drop it.

“No, wait.” Jackie was not reasoning well, but it was clear that he was right about not trusting him. She thought about the wrong boy, which would have been Carl, in Kaylie’s case. Carl was a different sort of guy from Glenn. She picked apart a defenseless milkweed.

“Really, Jackie, I told your mom we’d be back before eight-thirty,” he said after more than a minute of her silent cogitation.

“Will you hold right still and just… just not do anything?”

“I guess so. Would it help if I closed my eyes or something?” He chuckled and touched her shoulder and she looked up. “This is pretty silly, Jackie. It’s not a big deal, it just feels good.” He shrugged slightly. “You’re stoned right now. Save it for next time. We had a really nice day, everything’s fine.”

“No, I can do it.”

“You don’t have to, though! Relax! Don’t worry so much.”

“Really?”

He nodded.

“Everything still isn’t fine, Nan will hate me.”

“Nan?” Nan was one of the issues that needed to be discussed, but even though they’d talked all afternoon, she’d avoided it. He rose and put out a hand, and she stood with him and brushed off.

“Nan doesn’t, uh, Nan likes you again,” she began. “And I feel like I never should have started with seeing you, because now, now she’ll think I tried to steal her boyfriend behind her back!”

“But when we started she hated me. And even wanted the whole world to hate me!”

“Will you be going out with her?”

Well, that one cut through to the nub. “If she wants to, I guess. She hasn’t made any dates with me.” Focusing on it, he realized she likely never would.

“You kind of have to; if you don’t have a second date, it’s like an insult. I just don’t know what to do! What if I did want you for a boyfriend, then Nan would hate me, and if I don’t then what if…”

“She’s really stoned!” Glenn remarked to himself. She let herself be led up onto the street. “I getcha,” he said. “You maybe ought to talk about me, bring me up, as a topic. She may say something without your having to ask.”

“Yeah. It depends what she wants to do…”

“But if you want me, are you gonna just never say? Let Nan play around with me and wait until she’s done or something? I don’t think I would like to watch someone go out with a girl if I really wanted her, saying, well, he saw her first, you know. Not if I were serious about it.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know. Sometime when you aren’t wrecked you should decide what you want, I guess, that’s all. ‘Cause for me, I don’t think it would depend what anybody wanted to do. If I wanted someone, I’d just try my best to get her.”

“I like Nan! We’ve always been best friends! This isn’t easy!”

“I can see that. I can sympathize, really. And if we’re going to get closer, we will have to tell Nan, absolutely.”

“I hate this!”

“You’re trying to be fair to everyone. You’ll do the right thing–”

“What about you, though?” Right into the center of the problem. “Are you just playing, or do you want me for a girlfriend?” “Holy shit, girl,” she thought, appalled at herself, “what have you gone and done now?”

The answer was “just playing, thank you,” but he decided. It was a decision of sexual advantage. Nan was a dead end.

“I–I want you, not Nan. I was hoping you’d want me enough to–”

“Oh!” It was a swift inarticulate noise, as if she’d sat on a tack.

“What?”

She smiled a slow smirking one like the cat you always hear about, the one who ate the canary. He felt premonitions of doom, seeing it. Jackie had always been so eager to tease his shyness, before; and he knew she could be cruel.

He turned away and moped, “You don’t feel the same way; I understand.”

“Glenn…”

“It’s okay, don’t worry about it, I can deal.”

“Glenn, I want you, too.”

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Wednesday was Lisa’s day at the Eddington riding stables. The buses with the ball team and their fans and cheerleaders left at one in the afternoon, and her brother Don was on one of them. Roxanne met the kids after school and took Lisa across the river to the place, which is in the second town you come to if you go north along it. Then she and her young master drove south again, toward a house empty of witness and full of sex toys.

It’s a lovely thing when a plan comes together.

She was in a blouse and skirt. He made her stop the car and remove her underwear, then teased her with his fingers the rest of the way home. She was nicely wet and he liked watching her face while he played with her.

At a stop light she twitched his hand out of her skirt.

“Roxanne, you don’t get to do that,” he said, reaching toward her hem again.

She compressed her thighs together. “Please, Glenn, there’s a truck driver in the other lane, he can see in!”

“Open them now.”

“Please! Please…”

“Rox-anne!” he warned her in a rising tone.

“Oh God!” The woman spread open her thighs.

“That isn’t enough, not now. You’ve been disobedient and wilful. Pull the skirt higher. Do it!”

Whining but secretly trembling with her own mix of shame and joy, she lifted her hips and pulled the skirt up four inches. Half her thigh length was exposed, but he poked her wordlessly and she did it again. Her sex was still in the shade but sunlight gleamed, reflected onto the naked pink ruffles. Her pale olive thighs were entirely visible to anyone. Men on the sidewalk could have seen them. The driver of the semi could have seen the ruffled lips, maybe, if he was looking.

She jumped and stifled a little scream when he let out and reapplied his hydraulic brakes with a sudden loud honk and hiss, but she didn’t dare look to see if he’d noticed. Glenn did look. He was entirely oblivious, watching a couple with a baby on the opposite corner by the drugstore. On the other hand, she seemed to believe the man was feasting his lustful eyes on her every secret. She trembled and blushed furiously.

Glenn reached across, and her sudden twitch revealed that she had been about to stop him. He captured the hem of the skirt in front and lifted it, inviting the sunlight to strike her pussy. She bit her lower lip but didn’t look up toward the trucker. He scissored his fingers to hold the lips of it open.

The light changed and the car shot out into the corner and made for the bridge rapidly. Glenn released her and laughed. The driver never even suspected, but the effect on Roxanne was just as if he had.

“The truck is following us!” she bleated. It had made the corner in the same direction.

“I’ll have to offer the man some coffee or something if he comes to the house,” Glenn remarked. “Would you like to suck him?”

“Oh God, no! No, please, Glenn, he’d come by for years!”

“We could have a cup in the kitchen with you under the table sucking us off.”

“Thank God! He’s going straight!”

“Too bad, he’d have loved your mouth.”

“Did he see? Glenn! Do you think he saw?”

“I don’t believe anyone did. You’re very nervous today.”

“He wasn’t looking, was he?” she seemed to relax with the thought.

“No, I think he never knew.”

“You’re so mean.”

“If you think you want to end it with us, you can just drive me home,” he responded callously.

“No, please, don’t! I’m sorry…”

He was getting the hang of the game now, and he had hours of it to play yet. He spanked her bottom up red– twice– because she expected and loved it, but that part was the least fun for him. This time he gave a lot of play to the vibrators and other items she’d collected. They helped him come up with ideas to degrade and humiliate her. He found making her explain what she did with them was traumatic for her.

“This end?”

“Yes, that end goes in my cunt.” She hated that word.

“It just goes in your cunt?” he used an insinuating voice, he made her speak instead of demonstrate.

“I take it in my, ah, hand and I push it up there.”

“You push it–?”

“I push on it until it goes up my cunt.” Saying these things to him plunged her into exquisite shame. Her ears burned.

But of course he expected a long relationship with her, and that wouldn’t work every time indefinitely. Late in the session he made her masturbate in front of him, (”Just look at you!” he said, sneering; “Don’t you feel dirty doing that?” It drew tears!) and he filed it away for the next time.

He was already feeling the strain of endless creativity borne by doms everywhere. He had to come up with interesting and satisfying activities for two people, only one of whom he knew very well! His instincts were startlingly good, from time to time, as when he had cut her panties off with his knife, but he needed to come up with one every minute sometimes.

When he could, he would take her anally. It gave him time to think and her anal channel really was the one thing he loved most to fuck. It was exceptional. The woman used lotions to soften it; she depilated and worked constantly on muscle control! Even Lisa’s little virgin pussy was just slightly ahead of it. It was decidedly gourmet ass. If the kid had somehow managed to have that much jam, he’d have done nothing else every second he was with her. He was young and he actually did a lot of it.

Roxanne was utterly captivated. He was by far the best man of any age she’d ever enslaved herself to. He was precious to her.

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“God, Glenn, we’re going through those things like water, but I can’t help it, I love this!” Little tits bouncing, Lisa pulled her tight pants up and spoke over his shoulder as he drove the condom down deep into a carton marked HEAVY CREAM and replaced it in the trash. It was Thursday, and Roxanne would soon be back from shopping.

They’d developed a routine of covering their tracks which was paranoid in its thoroughness, and the condoms added another step. They’d used two in one day, so that three were gone now out of her eight.

But the sex was copious and first-rate. “I believe I can get more,” he told her. He resolved to see Mrs. Gilbert on an off day, a weekday.

He skipped lunch the next day in order to use the pay ‘phone in the corridor outside the main office. Mary was puzzled once she realized who he was.

“What on earth could be wrong that you’d call me, Glenn?”

“I’d like to come see you tonight after supper sometime, Mary. We’d have two hours easy if I came over at six-thirty.”

“Do you need anything special? I mean, is there something I should be sure and have here? Beer? Perhaps try and get Roxy?”

“No, just us, if you don’t mind, and I guess ginger beer and lots of condoms.”

She exploded in a laugh. “You need lessons in how to seduce a woman, Glenn! We may do that.”

“I’m sorry, you did ask and I, uh, just said, I guess.”

“I’ll be here. I’ll be delighted to receive a gentleman caller.”

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Nan called him that evening. She was chatty at first and that was fine, but she began to be confidential, so he interrupted her.

“Jeepers, Nan, I gotta go, my Dad wants me to work,” he said, and goodbyed her off. It was a gamble, but he wanted Jackie to break the news. Besides, he had to walk part of his paper route!

Mary opened gladly to his knock. The untiring stud had come back because his appetite wasn’t to be slaked merely once a week, she had decided, and she wore a devastating bustier outfit under her little drapy scoopnecked dress of green watered silk.

In that essential she was quite correct. He had planned some things to say, but her seduction was so forthright and businesslike that he put his project aside without a qualm, and let himself be speedily seduced.

Her hungry flesh engulfed him, drawing his first come from him in just minutes. He slammed into her so fast! He was like a machine set on high. It was delightful and awe-inspiring, such ravenous youth.

To follow this, she demanded some worship. “You see the ankle chain, Glenn? Please lick my ankle under it, and then work your way up the stocking to the top.”

He licked her leg all the way up while she stood hipshot and stroked his head once in a while. He saw it as a source of ideas to use with his own bottom, so he took her direction. Under her orders he tongued both legs and everything else below the waist; during the process he conceived a lust to buttfuck his hostess. He’d been crawling on the floor at her feet quite a while.

“You’re very hard, sweet boy,” she remarked, stroking it with languid fingers.

“I want to fuck your ass, please, Mary, I need it.”

“That would be wonderful,” she assured him. “But I want to spank you a little first.”

“Please Mary,” he repeated.

“You still want it, don’t you? You may have it. My ass, bent over the chair here or however you like it; you may lubricate and fuck it, but you must be spanked and fucked beforehand. Will you do that?”

“I don’t like the spanking thing, Mary.”

“Lick my asshole, little boy! Taste it. Very nice, isn’t it? You like the taste of my ass?”

“Yes Mary, please have mercy and let me fuck it!!”

“I want to fuck you with my new strap-on. And I want you all red and hot when I do it. Indulge me.”

“Yes, Mary. Please spank me and especially please fuck me.”

“Tongue again, little man. That’s very nice. Now! Fetch that red rope behind the chair and tie it to your ankle.” He complied resignedly. “Hand me the end.”

Roxanne seemed to find a good spanking so fulfilling, he thought he should know about it; besides, he had no gym class all weekend. Perhaps he could get away with it. Docilely he allowed himself to be tied over the back of a chair.

Unlike Roxanne, Mary had no collection of canes and straps; she pulled his own belt out of his jeans, the same tool he’d whipped Mrs. Fein with. She showed him the technique he had lacked, too, when he had tried and failed to use the belt full-length. She stood to the side a distance off. So simple!

Many men under the whip gain impressive erections; they find in the experience a wild stimulation and can come from merely being whipped. Glenn was not so lucky. But they all feel the pain.

Whack! whack! One across each cheek, strong and sharp! He howled at the sting of it. The injuries continued to sting, radiating sting, giving it off into the air.

Her cool hand stroked his small buns. “Your ass is very beautiful, Glenn,” she murmured. “I love it intensely. I want to always have it to play with and look at all hours of the day. It is a lovely, pretty bottom, soft like a girl’s but so completely a boy’s.” She stroked his scrotum lasciviously. “Today I’m going to possess it.”

She moved back and he knew the belt was coming again, but all he could do was clench, there was no avoiding or amelioration possible.

“Please don’t squinch it like that, Glenn. You can delay me, but you will sooner or later take every bit of the whipping you’re due to receive. Relax it and keep it relaxed and it will go much quicker. Thaaat’s it… No! That’s better. Remember I love it very dearly–” Three deliberate strokes stiffened his spine and made him shriek. “Ah-ah! Relax it. Good.” Another!

That belt in Mary’s expert hands really stung! Glenn howled and mewed, he whimpered, he sobbed. Screaming and crying, he wheedled and pleaded and begged outright to be plowed up his ass.

“It’s useless to hurry me, you beautiful little boy.” The belt snaked whistling through the air, landing with a sharp sting, building up as it struck already reddened flesh. “Oh, I can’t stand it! It’s so lovely.” The tip sang and pain shot into Glenn with each blow. He lost all dignity and wailed like a little child.

His disconsolate crying had no effect that he could discern, but nothing could have stopped him short of a gag. She left off hitting him after a while, and the area just shouted at him with persistent sting and deep ache. Almost ninety seconds went by before she started again.

He could turn to his left, tears and snot all over his face, and see her with the bustier and, now, the stiff plastic cock. For the first time he saw and deprecated the gray roots in her hair, the stretch marks marring her belly, the fleshy sag her years had given to every part of her body. Until her assault, he had seen none of it; he’d thought her glamorous.

He detested her more now with every thwack of the belt.

Mary was pleased with his first howls of pain. “It looks like I surprised the little fuck muffin,” thought she. But as the red marks mounted up and blended together she began to think him less than stoic. None of the other people she’d spanked had kicked up a fuss to this extent. She deliberately kept it a restrained sort of whipping, since it was his first, but he sounded like nothing on earth.

His mottled-red little ass looked beautiful, though. A bit dark and congested in color.

Another moment came when at last, for however long, he wasn’t being tortured. She had stopped just in time, because he felt very close to vomiting. He swallowed his bile; snot was all down his chin. Time stretched out. Her voice came again, from in front of him, this time.

“Look up, Glenn.”

There she stood with a big cock, a curved one molded with veins and made of a gel plastic, held by a strap harness to her hips. It possessed ridiculous little balls which ruined its symmetry. She was manipulating it. He could see it was soft outside by the way it deformed to her fingertips. It stayed firmly erect, though, so it probably had a more rigid core.

“Thank you, Mary, please fuck me now,” he blubbered, although his breathing was becoming more even.

“You really do seem to want this thing inside you, darling. You want to be penetrated like a girl?” He agreed with all of it and begged to be sodomized.

“I’m naming you Tiffany,” she went on, “because you cry and want to be penetrated by people’s cocks, and because you have such a soft sweet little bottom. Are you really like that, Tiffany? Cock-hungry?” He agreed. “You like to have cock stuffed in you, precious girl?” He did. “You’re a girly-girl, I think.”

She ran her fingers through his sweaty hair, then clenched her hand and pulled him up. “Suck cock, Tiffany-girl. Yes. That’s it, but more tongue!” This was humiliating. “My my, sucking cock! What would people say?”

After enjoying his shame, she slid it out of his mouth, bent down and kissed him. During the kiss she stole a hand in and teased his nipple erect. “Sweet little tits! You’re so pretty,” she said, and moved around to the side again. He spat. He was still in agony and now feared more of the belt. He didn’t dare look.

“Is your little brown cunt all juicy? Oh, no. I better fix that.” Her finger slid along his anus and then a nozzle took its place. A slug of lube shot into him and the excess dripped down his leg. “You’re all wet, sweet pussy.”

“Now, here it comes, baby girl, the cock you wanted. Your cunt is opening for it. Feel that, pussy baby? Nice. Oh, so beautiful. You aren’t saying thank you, Tiffany.” He was now! “Do you love it?” He loved having cock in him, he was a flouncy cock-sucking quiff all the way. But every thrust zinged him afresh when her thighs struck his injured skin. She came around then and made him suck again and taste his own ass.

He had set himself to endure it until she finally let him loose. His dull and complete misery admitted no sparkle of enjoyment of any stripe. The entire thing had been beastly from the first knot she’d tied, and he now had crippling pain to go with it.

She caught a signal, belatedly, from his streaming eyes, resentment it seemed like, and she pulled the thing from his mouth and untied him, cooing at him, asking him if that wasn’t so bad after all, offering him her ass as a reward. He didn’t meet her eye, though, and the only thing he said was “excuse me.” Off he went, moving like an eighty-year-old, down the hall to the bathroom.

Mary wiped things up and removed the prosthetic. “That boy was sulking,” she said aloud. “I don’t think he was happy at all.” She was lubricating herself when he came back in. “Are you okay, Glenn? Come fuck me, baby.”

“I can’t,” he said. “I’m going home, I guess.”

“What?”

“I can’t concentrate to do anything, the way this hurts.” He set about slowly getting dressed again, even though they had the best part of an hour’s time left before he had to leave.

“Turning down sex! This must be serious,” thought Mary. What if he turned her in somehow?

“I really hurt you, didn’t I?” “Oh God, help me!” she said to herself in a panic, “make him feel good about me again!”

“I gave it a fair shot, but I’m never doing anything like this again,” he said. “I hurt too much. I can’t even get hard, I’m so miserable.”

“I’m so sorry, Glenn! I hope you’re not angry. It wasn’t that bad a whipping, really, I never knew I was hurting you so much! I promise I’ll never whip you again.” She knelt before him. Her fear of exposure had put genuine tears in her eyes. “I’m beastly sorry, but it was so lovely! It was supposed to be good for you, too!”

“I liked the buttfucking, actually, except the part where you touched the hurts. It looks like a lot of bruises in the mirror.” He straightened from tying his shoes and met her repentant regard. “I know–”

“Oh my Lord, Glenn. I really overdid it.”

Bruises! The word rebounded in her head. They can take pictures of bruises. “But he shouldn’t have bruises, I swung slow!”

“No, overdoing it is not the problem. I don’t believe there’s a smaller amount of this that I will ever enjoy. I just don’t intend ever to do it again. I hope that’s all right.”

“Don’t you feel it tingle, though, now that it’s over?”

Every touch of his clothes hurt him again. The ache went clear through. “Not to speak of. Maybe in a few hours it’ll be tingle, I don’t know. It just aches now, unless something touches it, of course. Then it feels like a bad burn. I really don’t find it sexy at all. I can’t imagine why anyone ever fucking would!”

He was speaking now through clenched teeth, but Mary was analyzing and missed the cues.

“Maybe it’s a male thing,” she conjectured.

“Yeah!” he snapped in sudden annoyance. He still hated her quite a bit.

“No, really, I’ve only done women, before today! That was mild to medium as whippings go, for a woman–”

“I took it! I went through the whole thing!” Glen clamped his lips.

“Yes, but–!”

“I never asked you to let me loose, did I?”

He was stung in his pride now. His hatred of her had him on the very cusp of leaving. He was not a vengeful person, but he would have made her very sorry if she’d used the occasion to triumph over him.

Mary felt she’d lost ground. She hastened to reassure. “I really don’t mean anything bad about you, you were superb. You gave me so much fun! But I feel so bad, now.”

“It was as much my fault as yours, I agreed to it. I wanted to know what the thrill was, but I don’t get it, I guess. Pain hurts, in my view.”

It struck her funny and she tittered. She was nothing but a bag of rats now. Her wide eyes flickered over him, trying to read his emotions. “Well! Please, tell me you won’t just leave for good, I’d hate to lose you!” She put a hand out for his; he accepted the contact. She slathered it on.

“Now that it comes to it, Glenn, I want you to know that I am very fond of you. I admire your wit and inventiveness. As a lover you are one of the very best. I respect you, despite your age. Roxanne, Roxy I mean, absolutely dotes on you, and I can’t remember a nicer man. Believe me, if I had any idea it was so awful for you…! Oh, I do hope you won’t leave me over this!” She leaned her head against the front of his legs, hugging his knees.

“I know I’m supposed–”

“Glenn, please, tell me you won’t just leave me!” She turned her face up to him, weeping.

She had to know. She was prepared to act very desperately; much depended on his answer to this. She seemed stagey and unreal to him, but he certainly had an answer for her, so he gave it.

“I want to keep on, Mary; I just feel like I let you down over this, now.” He extended his other hand and guided her to her feet. She trembled all over with relief.

They hugged each other and she needed his support to stand. “Hold me up, Glenn! God, I’m a wreck!” she said, shaking, “I was so afraid to lose you!”

“Mary, this was bad, but it’s just pain.” She fussed over him a little and smoothed his hair, while he protested that he’d be all right.

The whole thing was smoothed over, it seemed. But she watched him through her windows in great anxiety. He tottered cautiously up the street until he passed out of her sight.

He got home earlier than he’d planned, of course. His brother had a ‘phone message: Jackie had called; she’d seen Nan, and told her the news. His family knew about Jackie, too. He might have been in the mood for his sister’s ribbing, but his ass hurt like hell. He got loose after a little while, and was able to return Jackie’s call.

She felt better. Nan was sulky and resented Glenn and even Jackie, a little, but the girls’ friendship was still alive.

“It’ll never be the same, though, not really. We used to always tell each other everything and never even think about it.” This wasn’t strictly true.

“And a boy has come between you,” he summarized. “I’m sorry it was me.”

“Nan will be all right. Maybe when she has a boyfriend…”

“So we ought to try to get Nan laid?”

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Saturday morning he spent on a chaste, supervised “date” with Jackie. Absolutely no progress got made on the sexual front. They didn’t so much as kiss. Jackie’s father was being very protective.

He was free in the evening and called Lisa. At first he was unable to come over; his parents wanted him home, they said. On the other hand it didn’t seem like they had any particular reason for it.

He cooled it awhile, kicking around and doing homework, but after an hour he made a call to Roxanne, who “hired” him for “a few little jobs” around her house again. She, too, could make ‘phone calls, though, and he hadn’t been there with Lisa very long before Lisa was asked to come over to her grandmother’s.

“Oh, go ahead, Lisa, I’ll get Glenn home. Just go and have fun.”

Well, there was nothing for them to do now but bear it. Roxanne bundled them into the car, dropped the girl off and went directly back. Don had left for his own Saturday night out.

“I’ve missed you so much,” she told him, although he’d had nearly a four-hour session with her only the Wednesday before, pounding her de luxe rectum enough to leave him sore overnight. “I’ve wanted you every hour of the day.”

“Have your lips missed me?” They had! A lot of other parts of her had missed him, also. After she’d exhausted the boy, she paid him for his “odd jobs” and delivered him home.

She saw, of course. It made her jealous. “Mary has been taking extra innings with him. Those were bruises. But I don’t dare ask either of them. Oh, Glenn.”

The next day Glenn was again up to the hilt in Mrs. Fein’s consummate rectum, at Mary’s this time, for the traditional collection day orgy. The atmosphere was different. An estrangement, nothing so frank as a rift, had developed between Mrs. Gilbert and her paper boy.

Glenn, to Mary, seemed less reliable. Where before she had seized him and kissed him as soon as the door opened, she hesitated this time. It was essential not to drive him off by some misstep. He had to open his arms and move to her to make it happen.

His memory of hating her so thoroughly hadn’t erased itself. She looked nearer her age now. Mary had lost her glamor for good.

But everyone had always had an agenda of their own, after all. There were still hot moments of wholeheartedness, usually when somebody was up somebody’s ass.

Roxanne was accepting him on her back, her legs up and spread, holding her hairless sex open with her hands for Mary to lick. Mary had been asked very diffidently and sweetly to do this by the boy, but in fact, before he’d been drawn into their orbit, she’d been licking it. Having the boy was much more to their tastes, though.

Mary had curled her body toward him to invite his hand into her. Glenn looked down at it, and saw her anus, stretching taut over the top of his hand, now deep inside her pussy. He wanted that. “I gotta fuck Mary’s ass next,” he told himself, “but not right now…!”

His cock slid in and out in Roxy’s ass, an ostinato beneath the improvising tongue of her friend. She was breathing so hard her toes and fingers had started to tingle. Closing her eyes, she felt her giddiness flow seamlessly into her orgasm. The wave started from his sweet cock and from her swimming head, and met in the middle. The other two watched Roxy’s spine straighten and then arch upward. She uttered a piteous wail and shook with the power of her come.

To feed Roxy’s obvious peak, Mary worked her tongue harder. Glenn felt Mary push herself even more deeply onto his hand. As his own orgasm approached, he called, “Mary, open your mouth!”

Pulling out of the experienced anus, he peeled the condom and thrust into Mary’s open throat. He let her have him. Roxanne slumped gasping onto the couch, languid and smiling. She opened her eyes again to watch Mary accept his roaring come with her brow drawn together. The young man clutched Mary’s hair and his muscles stood out on his thighs and arm. Mary had a palm pressed to his hip to cushion his thrusts and she was swallowing and slurping.

Roxanne loved to watch him come hard like this; his fierce expression thrilled her every time. Her master’s comes always confirmed her devotion to him. His belly muscles under the light soft hair curled and bunched with every jam of cock into Mary’s greedy mouth; taut muscles were straining in his neck and young legs. He looked so strong and so beautiful.

Mary immersed her senses in the animal smell of him, the power of his firm hips and splashing sperm. His balls whipped her chin. His hand pushed her head against him; his slim cock was stone-hard, jetting. He howled as he fucked her like some personified male force.

When it ended, he seemed to have had all his force sucked from him, all in her belly now. She guided his hip tenderly as he sat bonelessly beside Roxanne, knees weak and eyes unfocused. She had followed him as he dropped, and now, with a contented expression, she ran her mouth in long strokes up and down his softened cock. Mary knew he was still good for one more; she settled in between his knees to make him hard again.

Glenn turned groggily and caught sight of Mary’s face, still sucking, and then Roxanne’s naked cunt, the clit still uplifted from between the lips. Idly he fingered it, bringing a pampered sigh from Roxanne. He looked at Mary again, and remembered what he’d decided to do. He pictured Mary’s anus, teased Roxanne’s clit, and let his cock return to hardness for a while before telling Mary what he wanted.

“Yes, lovely!” Mary exclaimed, agreeing. She turned to present her ass to him on her knees. Roxanne arranged herself beneath her within reach of her cunt.

“Lick her now, and then I’ll come in.” The boy lubricated her, but he was distracted watching his fingers sink in. He slid three in at once, then lubed his hand more and did it again.

“Glenn, why don’t you put the whole hand in!” suggested Roxanne, who was watching with fascinated interest from under her friend’s belly. Those bruises she’d seen were once again coming home to roost; Roxanne wanted Mary to pay.

Mary swore but didn’t explicitly object, so he tucked his little finger and thumb and pushed. The whole area deformed inward around his hand. Glenn slitted his eyes in pure lust to see it.

“Keep licking her!” he said tersely, and while she did, he spiraled his invading hand to ease the strong clutch of the muscle ring and worked it a centimeter deeper. Mary Gilbert’s mouth was wide open, she panted and groaned.

Another notch, and then a slow, steady slide, beautiful to see. “Oh Lord, lick me, Roxy! Oh, fuck!” cried Mary, and she groaned again deep in her chest. He and Roxanne watched her ass swallow him almost to the wrist. “Ah, you little bastard, fist me good!” Mary’s cheek lay against the carpet; with closed eyes and open mouth she let herself be taken.

Roxy had shifted to the side to allow Mary to drop her chest and improve the angle. And the young man took a measure of revenge, driving his meaty hand deeply and repeatedly into his hostess’s warm ass. Roxanne slid up and licked his cock unbidden to be able to watch him doing it.

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Aquiline

by Glenn T. Svoboda

My new love lifts herself onto the air

In one supple leap and wingbeat, up

in the sunlight from her resting place

beside me very close. I can still taste

the scent of our passion and I’m awed.

Will this be the mother of my sons?

I see the underside of her wings heave;

the sun glints from her strong body, so proud.

Will this be the mother of my sons?

In her incomparable beauty do I see

my own future rising to the air?

My deepest heart knows the truth of it.

I hear muscular beats of sweet wings:

Will this be the mother of my sons?

“Glenn, this is so good!”

“You like it? I’m so glad.”

“You said you’d write a new poem for your girlfriend. I love this! Can I–”

“It’s for you, keep it.”

“Can I show it to people?”

The two of them stood close, facing a blank corner of the school building, early in the morning, right off the buses. Most people went inside, so they had relative privacy of speech out there.

He said he had another poem that he was working on. “I call it, Up In Jackie’s Tights–”

“Don’t you dare!”

“It’s an ode.”

“I bet! Are you serious?”

“You couldn’t call it serious entirely, but I really do have half the poem done.”

“No! An ode?! To what’s up in my tights?”

“Yep. I like it already, but it’s not finished, like I say–”

“My dad would kill me if he saw it!”

“Nah, he’d kill me! You he’d put in a convent or something, ’til you’re eighty.”

“I know! God, Glenn.” She looked at him with his hair whipping his forehead, grinning in the wind. “I gotta see it, though,” she admitted, “Just as soon as it’s done.”

“Naturally. Then we’ll put it on the bulletin board by the office.”

“Ha ha. Look, I’m sorry I ever told people I was your girlfriend; ever since, my dad has been watching us like a mama cat. If we ever did get in bed, he’d get in with us, I swear. It’s a real pain.”

“I hear ya! My mom and dad have made a bushel of new rules. It blows. There’s only one thing to do. We have to lie.”

“Yeah, I guess.” She sighed, perhaps for lost childhood. “Okay! What’s the plan?”

“Let’s try an old traditional lie. I saw this on TV lots of times. The girl says she’s going someplace with a girl friend, only she meets the boy instead. If we don’t do it every time it should go smooth.”

You can get away with nearly anything if you don’t make a habit of it.

“You know what’d be nice, is warm weather. We could go anywhere!”

“I know! It’ll be months, though. What about the girlfriend lie?”

“I’d want to tell the girlfriend so she’d lie to back us up.”

“So you’ll get it all set? There’s other ways, too, but let’s at least try that one.”

“Yeah. I can trust Nan. I’ll see her today and set one up. What day?”

“How about tonight? There’s a dance at the rec.”

Oblong and Diablerie were rocking the JCC rec, and they’d danced a little. They were sitting the third tune out, resting. No one could possibly have heard them unless the power went off; it was so loud the kids from the School For the Deaf had come downstairs and were dancing to the vibrations.

“I brought the last two doobs,” Glenn told her, “wanna take off a while?”

“Oo goody! Where can we go?”

“The Methodist church; it’s practically next door.”

“How can we get in the church?”

“Watch me. I got the touch.” He had a key, too. He was in the MYF.

They went through the darkened church to the MYF room, where there were two dilapidated couches in a windowless space behind the auditorium stage in the basement. Lights wouldn’t show from there, so they had illumination as well as soft beds. The heat was down low, but you can’t have everything.

The first thing was a good solid kiss and grope, and then another. “Smoke,” Jackie said.

They passed it back and forth and took their coats off. Jackie sat on his lap and unsnapped her bra with a smirk. During the petting session that followed, two things happened: the dope hit them and Jackie could feel his hardened cock pushing into her flesh.

“Hey Glenn,” she said to the boy on her nipple.

“Mm? What?”

“I wanna play with your, um..” He supplied “cock.” “I wanna play with it.”

“Aren’t you worried? Boys go nuts and want all kinds of stuff?” he smiled.

“I kinda want some of the same stuff! But you’ll be good?”

“Lie down here with me. I’ll get my belt–”

“Let me do that… Oo, look at it, it’s up big. Boxers, dude. Mmm… silky. No, let go, one thing at a time.”

He released the breast. Jackie made little noises and explored inside the boxers, hair, balls, cock, balls again. “Lift up.”

He did, and his pants went to his knees. Holding her caramel hair back, she kissed it in the middle at the high point, and looked him in the eye. He was happy, so she fondled it some more and kissed the purplish head. He tightened his pelvic muscles and made it lift.

“Wo!” she laughed nervously.

“It was me,” he explained, and reprised the move. It looked funny, almost ridiculous, and yet menacing. “Grab it,” he requested, and of course she did. “It feels good to slide the skin along it.”

She did that and then wrung it, sliding it twist-fashion round and back the other way. He approved, and she manipulated him a bit, two handed, and kissed it. “I think it’s getting even bigger!”

She spoke as if she was afraid it would hear her. A lot of times, it is like having a third party along.

“Stand up or something,” Jackie said. “Please? I wanna try something.”

He got up and knelt on the couch, while she sat and moved in closer. She loved the way it stood right out and curved up. She pulled her jersey up, bra and all. He in his turn admired the hang and jut of her amazing, near-perfect tits.

“You have the most beautiful boobs I’ve ever seen, even in pictures, Jackie. They’re just lovely.”

“Yeah, I got lucky. The really big ones–”

“Those never look as good, I think.”

“Me, too.” She shifted to put one knee on the couch and held them in her hands, rubbing him with them.

“Oh, that’s sweet,” he said. She agreed and rubbed them all over, catching him between them, and laughing when he bounced, twiddling his balls with her nipples. Just having fun.

“Let me sit down, you get on the floor.” She tossed her hair back and nodded, and the shift was made. “Now you can hold them together and I’ll fuck them.”

Well, this was nice. He had a lovely few seconds and she even kissed the tip when it came at her face sometimes.

She sat back. “Lubrication,” she told herself. He met her eyes again. “That was cool,” he said.

“Close your eyes and hold still. Good, now don’t say a word!”

Even blind, it was unmistakeable what she was doing. She did it for quite a while, and then added the titfuck into it. “Oh god Jackie,” he whispered.

“Shh!”

“But I’m–”

“I know! Shh! Keep your eyes closed! Try to hold it, as long as you can, this is fun! But go ahead when you can’t hold back any longer. Now shh!”

She did it some more. “Now you!” she said. “Push it like fuckin’.” Her mouth closed over him, her tits pressed together on him, and he fucked her tits and mouth.

She let go to speak: “Ahh, Glenn, this is so HOT!” and then closed her own eyes and held her mouth in an o, his cock coursing piston-wise in and out of it.

She anticipated the coming explosion with a soaring feeling of being very naughty indeed. Her panties were soaked, she squeezed her thighs and squirmed. I wish I dared! she thought, but I’ll make him rub his nose in there again.

From a sitting position it was a little tiring but he did not care! He never expected to get Jackie to go this far, but just by giving her free rein and being receptive he’d helped her permit herself the pleasure.

The underside of the fabulous breasts, rebounding as he thrust against them, reminded him of asscheeks, and suddenly that was that. He came with his mouth pressed shut and although his breathing was screwed and there were nasal noises, he was pretty quiet. Pulse after pulse passed along the organ, bringing splashes and then drools of semen.

She watched his unguarded, contorted face as he peaked, and she fell in love. He was so nice somehow. And he did whatever she said, like a little puppy dog!

A fat lot she knew about it.

“You can open your eyes now. You gotta lick the extra off my boobs and then I really need you to help me, okay?”

The first thing he saw was his sperm melting on the tops of her tits. There was a stream of it on her chin where it had run out of the corner of her pretty red mouth.

“Just a second, there’s a little more, tilt your head back and open up!”

He stood and pumped it, stripping more cum into her mouth. “Ahh! Ahh, okay, lick once, oh, God, okay, I’ll get the rest of it…” He had to rearrange his twisted-up trousers, but he fell to and licked her beautiful tits.

“Hurry, I need you to like go down? And like mash your nose in there again? I’m so-o-o close, oh god hurry…”

“Okay, sit on the couch, I’ll getcha.” He dove in as soon as she was set, a hand on each of Jackie’s hips, nuzzling in and aiming for the right spots. “It’s real wet!” he thought. “And she’s got a giant clit– holy crap, it’s thick!”

She hauled her legs apart and moaned crazily. The bridge of his nose rolled the thick little wad back and forth and he pushed the cloth inside her with the end of it. She smelled delicious, so he licked up some of her slickness.

“Oh, God, thank you, get it, get it!!”

“You got a great big clit, Jackie, I wanna suck it, lemme suck it! C’mon! Please, lemme just suck it!” It was the first time he’d made a demand in such a way.

She had been ashamed to let him see it! “Oh, please, but nothing inside, okay? Oh, God!” This last was drawn from her in fear when he pushed the panties aside, but he really did want to do it. He muckled onto her immediately and flicked his tongue.

It was the size Glenn’s cock had been when he was seven! He worked the hood back and bobbed his head as though it were one. It felt divided in the front like a cock, too. He even imagined it might shoot cum!

He moved south a little and licked her labia half the time, it was reassuring. Once he’d had the thought, he had to be sure it was a pussy, even though he already knew it was. She just hadn’t swollen to full size before. It was extremely horny to feel its thick hardness. He fell in love in his turn, sucking it.

Then she came, howling. His face was drenched and he was nearly hard again by the time she lay back and just gasped. He lifted his head and was going to look at the thing, but she drove a hand in and fixed her panties across it quick as lightning.

“Jackie, I loved that! That was wonderful!” “I think she’s ashamed of it,” he said to himself, “but that’s crazy, it’s hot as hell.”

She smiled. “I feel the same way!” They laughed together and then kissed very hard.

“God, I just want this every day, now!” she told him. “How are we ever gonna get away?”

“We’ll figure something out. We have to!”

“You’re hard again!”

“Don’t sweat that, I’m all right. Can I do you some more? I really loved it.”

“You sure?” “I could sure stand to go again,” she thought.

“Mm-hm!”

“Okay, let me get these off. Wow, they’re soaked!” She tittered and was shaking a little as she clumsily pulled the stretchy cloth over her feet. She felt anxious, bone-deep; he could see her really well in this light and nothing could be hidden any more.

But Glenn moved in happily. No hint of mockery could she see, no scintilla of hesitation. Her shoulders had been hunched, the way you do when you expect a blow to fall across them, and her head ducked low. But she unclenched and gradually let herself believe it was okay.

He explored Jackie’s pussy with singleminded thoroughness. That clit was a very interesting little thing, and he had an idea it would be a lot of fun. With his fingers inside her and up underneath he could make it almost stand up! Its sheer bulk deformed the top of her pussy. It was like nothing he’d ever heard of, but he knew how to operate it.

Once again she came very very wetly, but this time he paid more attention. He was sure the clit itself didn’t shoot. It was the glands, but the exudate seemed to be thicker when she was coming. What if it were white, too, like cum! Mysterious and wildly exciting, it was the Cadillac of pussies for Glenn.

She offered to suck him again afterwards. “It’s only fair; and besides, it looks so suckable!” He got to watch her this time.

He left her at Nan’s house, outside on the street. “Somehow, I don’t think your Daddy would’ve been happy about what we did, but I can’t wait ’til Wednesday to do it some more,” he said.

“You know a lot more about what’s Up In Jackie’s Tights now, too,” she replied.

“And it’s the best there is,” he told her. “It’s really special. I’m so lucky to have you, I can’t believe it.”

Walking away he was exulting. Another fuckin’ virgin to fuck! And I got Lisa tomorrow!

He was half right.

And she was exulting, too. The girls in her gym classes had once driven her to fantasize about cutting it out of there, she was so ashamed– and they had never got to see it really big and hard. “But Glenn fell in love with it. He wasn’t fooling, he spent a long time on it.”

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Lisa was due to run out of condoms soon, so he brought her an unopened box, out of the stash he got from Mary.

“How romantic!” she gibed, “You know just what a girl wants most!”

“Yeah,” he said, acknowledging the joke, “but I did know you’d like ‘em!”

“Mm. Let’s go upstairs!”

“I wanna try fucking your butt some time, Lisa,” he said matter-of-factly, getting his shirt off. “What do you think, does that sound okay?”

“We could try it, I guess. Hm. You’d hafta switch to a new condom afterward.”

“I can get all we need.”

“Okay, then. Will we need some kinda K-Y or somethin’?”

“Yeah, but I got some of that. I looked it up.”

“I’m going to the bathroom, hang on.”

“Get a towel.” Just that easy!

“What makes you wanna fuck my butt?” Lisa handed him the big towel and bolted her door.

“Lust, I guess.”

“What?!”

“Just fuck-lust! You have the cutest butt! I’m gonna lick it first, okay?”

“Fuck-lust. You are so weird. Lick it first, huh? Sounds nice, but don’t skimp on the poontang. Where do you want me?”

“Over the edge of the bed, relaxed. Get ready for a really good feeling!” He spread the towel for her.

“Like you know how it feels,” she derided him.

“What’s wrong with lying down and being licked?” He placed a pillow under the towel to help lift her into easy range.

“That’s not–never mind. Lick!”

“Yes, mistress! Licking! Oh, yeah, Lisa, that looks super. Here I come.”

Glenn took his time. His apprenticeship with the two women had made him very aware of how good a feeling it was. The actual buttfuck would be easy entry and just a coda. The main theme was to be tongue work.

He’d done probably hours of it already, if you counted having it done to him. Roxanne especially loved to tongue-fuck him. There’s hardly a wrong move you can make doing it, either, as long as there’s no anxiety involved.

Lisa was definitely starting to luxuriate. She dropped words of encouragement (That’s nice, Glenn. Oh, yeah.) or amazement (How can you do this?), moving into amazement more-or-less full time once the thrusting started. He did as she had told him, too, about not neglecting her other charms right nearby; she was entirely ready for it when he oiled her and slid his slim cock in.

“Oh, it’s so good, and so dirty! I thought it might hurt, but…”

“It does if you don’t give it a good stretch first or if you don’t have any lube,” he replied. “That’s why I wanted to do it right, especially the first time.”

“You and your books! But this is good!”

“I’m fucking your virgin ass, baby.”

“Fuck it! Fuck me right up the butt! Oh, yeah!!”

“And I’m gonna come in your butt.”

They talked like that right through it. He had plenty of dominance games going already. Sex with Lisa was supposed to be mutual and wholehearted, as he saw it.

The dirty-sweet feeling of the boy riding her asshole thrilled her. She’d had a few small comes, just blips– like big bubbles popping, soft and silent sudden twinges of delight that stopped her breath– while he’d been licking so long. The cock was altogether different. Tingles built up, involving everything down there; it amazed her to find how sensuous it was.

So nasty and so good– there was another blip, too– but she was thinking about it too much to have a strong one. The sensation was too new. When he came, she loved the way his cock jerked up every time it shot into its sheath. Plainly he was very strongly affected; it was lovely to have made him so wild. “I know I’ll come the next time we do it,” she told herself.

Glenn collapsed after his orgasm, puffing air and exclaiming randomly. The super tight little ass was just amazing. “Unbelievable, Lisa, my God, that was so nice!” he said, and she was delighted to hear that she’d pleased him so.

She peeled him, sucked him hard again, and put a new coat on him for regular sex afterward. He turned and kissed her cuntlips while she did it, just nibbling, breathing her scent and recalling the tight ass.

After their final fuck, lying beside each other and kissing, a sweet emotional coupling with a very long orgasm for Lisa, she said it was their best session ever.

The trouble was, he had displayed such easy mastery throughout the whole thing. It made her worry, when she reflected on it after he’d gone.

Just how much experience did Glenn have? What about this stuff she’d been hearing about Nan Helprin and Jackie Reiner?

It made her talk to herself. “He couldn’t be poking them up the butt, though, could he? But if he’s not doing it a lot, how can he be so smooth and easy about it?”

She remembered the first time he’d licked her. He’d said she would come, and she hadn’t even known she could come. It was books, though, he had said. He had named them.

She decided it was just books again and she was worrying over nothing. He did say he’d looked it up. “What am I doing,” she chided herself, “getting upset because he makes me feel too good? Of all the things to complain about!”

Even though she ultimately convinced herself it was all right, she still checked into the Nan Helprin stories when she went to school the next day.

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Lisa had been tuning out discussions of who was going with whom, ever since the time they’d been rumbled in the storage room during gym. But, putting an ear to the ground again, she found the word was, he was Jackie Reiner’s boyfriend.

She’d caught a mention of it a few days before. It was someone saying “is it true” and someone else saying “no, that’s hooey.” Since she was already engaged in a steamy oral-sex marathon with Glenn every time they could possibly see each other, she had been smug, and sure she knew better.

But now it was definite; no one questioned it. He was Jackie’s boyfriend, end of discussion. Maybe she had to find out from Jackie. Or from Glenn!

“My God, Jackie is gorgeous, she’s got the best tits in the whole school except maybe Tanya Nickerson. Is that little prick cheating on me with her? But we never said we’d be steadies or anything, because we’d been caught in gym that time…” Lisa was worrying hard before the end of Wednesday’s classes.

She didn’t encounter Glenn, or Jackie, either. The person she ran into was Nan, in the bathrooms on upper A wing.

“Hi Nan, I’m Lisa Fein, we had Algebra 2 last–”

“I know who you are.” The tone of Nan’s voice told Lisa she wasn’t happy about it.

Lisa cursed the manager for the hundredth time for not shutting up. “Seth Cummings eats shit from tin plates! But she’s not jealous of Glenn after all this time, is she?”

But it wasn’t jealousy. Just about the only consolation of virginity is to look down on experienced women. That doesn’t make it less annoying when they do it.

“You see Jackie sometimes, right?”

All this drew was a look which said “what a stupid question.” Then she went back to fixing her hair, but she was whacking at her hair with the brush, angrily, now. She was annoyed. But she was listening.

“Is she Glenn Svoboda’s girlfriend?”

“Why don’t you ask her? Or why don’t you ask him! You must know him pretty well, the way I hear it!”

“That wasn’t what it looked like. But couldn’t you just tell me?”

“Yeah, she is! Poor baby! It must suck to be you!” Nan thrust her brush back in the purse and turned to leave with an expression of sour satisfaction.

She gathered her books and followed Nan out. “Wait up! Are you mad at Glenn about–”

“I don’t waste my time goin’ around mad at Glenn Svoboda all day long!” retorted Nan, but she slowed up a little. “What do you want from me, anyhow?”

“When did you hear she was his girlfriend?”

“When?” “Not until they’d gone out behind my back a couple of times!”

Nan stopped and confronted her. “Look, what do you care?” This line of questioning was salting wounds she was trying to heal up. Of course, it should have been easy; she really didn’t have much of a grievance, not like Lisa did.

“But I saw him–He’s been–” blurted Lisa.

Nan snorted. “Saw him! I bet!” Then she got the message. “Wait a minute. Glenn’s been going with “you?”"

At this point the bell rang.

“Oh, man! I got English!” Nan said in frustration. But she would see Jackie right afterward… “Come here a second, Lisa, right here, A-14.”

“I gotta go to–”

“Glenn’s in there.”

Well, that made it worth doing. Lisa marched into the English class directly to Glenn, whose face lit up with joy to see her. She slapped it as hard as she could and marched back out. She’d hardly gotten six feet away when the whole room went “Wo!” the way kids do.

“Good goin’!” Nan told her. Then, with great satisfaction, she sat down primly and turned a sweet smile to Glenn. “Is something wrong, Glenn?”

“I didn’t think there was…”

“You got a big red palmprint on the side of your face for some reason!” Everybody was exchanging looks and there came a good deal of mocking laughter and sly remarks. Glenn knew how long big red palmprints last, no one better.

He made a decision. “Go ahead and report me, Mr. Stoner,” he said, and gathering books and dignity, he left the room.

Stoner thought about catching him and bringing him back, but, weighing it, he decided he’d have people’s attention better if Glenn were gone than if he stayed. He called for order and started the class without him.

“You stay away from me! I’m going to study hall and I’m already late because of you!” Everything is your fault if you’re on the outs.

Lisa was mortally insulted just by knowing there’d been an announcement of liaison between Glenn and Jackie. The full picture might have made her quit slapping and choose staking out at an anthill, or burning at the stake! It would have taken something really extravagant to come up even with the callousness with which she’d been used and the entire amorality of her lover.

Glenn had gotten off light; and he was thinking he’d have to pick Jackie anyway if it came down to a choice. So, while he had left Stoner’s English with a muddle-headed idea about making up with her somehow, when she said “stay away from me”, it immediately struck him as excellent advice.

“Lisa, you can’t just break up with me, just like that!” he called. She was disappearing up the ramp.

“Fuck off!! I just did! Go away and stay away!”

“All right, Lisa. I’m sorry.”

“I said fuck off!”

So having given her a chance to translate the big slap into words and also to enjoy the last word, he gratefully watched her sweet little butt wag off to her study hall.

“I gotta see Jackie before Nan does, now,” he told himself, “tell her I told Lisa I was taken and she got mad about it. But that’s easy; Nan is still in class!” He flitted off to lie low until Jackie came out of her classroom.

“I got slapped big time in English today,” he told her, “by Lisa Fein.”

“What? Why?”

“I’d gone out with her, or, well, mostly just seen her from time to time, and I told–”

“Lisa Fein! I remember! She slapped you?”

“I told her I was taken, that you were my girlfriend and we had to quit seeing each other. She came right in to English class at the bell and whacked me good across the face.”

“I clobbered you with books in study hall!” she reminded him.

“This was pretty dramatic, too. Anyway, the decks are clear, now; you’re my only girlfriend. I’m a happy man.”

“I bet it was funny!”

“A riot. It really hurt! But your books hurt worse.”

“I’d have loved to see it.”

“Thanks! How compassionate! Seriously, though, Nan was right there; I bet she’ll tell you the story. She dug the hell out of it!”

“I bet she did!” She knit her lovely brow. “How come you’re not in class?”

“Well, I got up and left, that’s all. I couldn’t stand stayin’ there with a big palmprint on my face, bein’ laughed at. Nan was brutal, wow. ‘Is somethin’ wrong, Glenn?’” He mimicked the broadly sarcastic croon Nan had employed.

“I hope it made her decide to let you up. I’d hate it if every time I talked about–Here’s Nan! Hi, Nan! Glenn was just telling me about Lisa slapping him!”

They were cut off by a bunch of boys talking all at once, who swarmed Glenn.

“He-e-ey, Glenn! Lemme see the cheek, there, is it still red? Holy shit, what did you do to her, anyway?” they were saying. Once they’d passed on, Nan told her story, but it lacked the punch it might have had.

Glenn apologized, after her version of the event, for never giving Nan a second date. He said he’d been an idiot, he was new to the whole dating thing and he just screwed up, that’s all. Groveling is usually effective.

Besides, the more she savored the Lisa Fein scene in her memory, the more she accounted herself avenged. She’d had all the joy and none of the blame out of that. It relaxed her disapproval of him and the threesome was much less uncomfortable.

But she still thought he was a weasel. Go figure.

Jackie was pleased. He rode her bus instead of Lisa’s that afternoon, and she told him so. “Thanks for making up with Nan, I know you did it for me.”

“Sucking up to Nan, you mean! But like you say, she would have talked me down all the time if I didn’t do something.”

“I was thinking about what you said about getting her laid.” He chuckled. “But it’s true!” She bent closer to him. “She feels like we’re all friends again, and that’s good, but she wants to have me come over tonight, and then Friday she wants to go to Hermon Mountain.”

“What about us, though?”

“Well, exactly. If she had a boyfriend… you see what I mean?”

“I can go to Hermon Mountain Friday. Even your father can go for that, with everybody there, and everybody in snow pants! But yeah.” He frowned. “Who might she like, if she was to pick someone?”

“Are you serious?”

“Aren’t you? Maybe I can talk a guy into going to Hermon. And we can set her up a little. Lots of guys think Nan’s pretty hot, I bet.”

“There’s a guy on your track team, Phil Something. Taylor.”

“Taylor’s trying to go out with Michelle Gooden.”

“Michelle’s not gonna go with him! She likes Donnie Cyr. And his beer and his weed.”

The discussion proceeded. It looked like a project! But it also looked like he wouldn’t be able to get away alone with Jackie until Saturday. He called Phil Taylor when he got home, and then Mrs. Fein.

“Glenn, I wanted you to call,” Roxanne said.

“What’s the problem?”

“It’s ironic, a little, but my gutter fell off the side of the house…”

“So you really do need help around the house for once!”

“Yes!” They laughed.

“Got a ladder that can reach it?”

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“Don, the clapboard here is all punky and soft. I don’t think anything will hold until there’s a piece of good wood.” Glenn, atop the incredibly heavy wooden ladder, called the bad news to Don Fein at its foot.

“There are a dozen clapboards in the rafters. We’ll cut one to go in there. Can you get the old one off?”

A technical discussion was occurring outside, while inside the house an entirely different conversation took place:

“Be reasonable, nobody should be on a ladder alone,” Mrs. Fein was saying.

“But he’s a pig! Couldn’t you have gotten anybody else?”

Her daughter’s look of distaste made her want to smile. “You never have to speak to him if you don’t want to. I do have to pay him and I’m going to thank him for doing this for us. He was willing to help! He’s doing a good job!

“Come on! You can get through it, and I told you I was sorry.” She touched her daughter’s cheek tenderly. “I am sorry, Lisa. Can you just duck until suppertime or something, if you can’t be civil?”

“Oh! All right; get rid of him as quick as you can, all right?”

“Thank you. I’ll call to you when he’s left.”

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“We’ll have to work a little more when we want each other, now,” Roxanne said to the young man. “She really detests you!” She was driving him home, but she’d crossed town to Ohio Street.

“Yeah. I didn’t make a secret of it, but she still didn’t realize I was shopping around. Now that I have a girlfriend…” Glenn was spinning the truth a little.

“Yes… Well, it’s inconvenient. I’m afraid we can’t use Mary’s place, I’ve been keeping our–”

“I know. Well, if you get a brainstorm–”

“Oh, it’s easy enough to fix. I’m not just driving around, I want to show you something. See that house on the corner of Charles there?”

“Right in the corner lot? White, one green roof?”

“That’s the one. I own it, partly; I’m in a partnership on it. It’s had an empty apartment for nearly two months. Want a key to that?”

“What? An apartment?”

She stopped on the hillside. “You can use it for anything you like. You and your girlfriend will have a warm room all your own, if she can shut up. All I ask is that no one be told my name and involvement, and that I have dibs. If I want to come there to be with you, you stop everything else and give me priority.”

“I’m not always going to be available, I’m living at home! I can’t promise that. Mom and Dad could take me anyplace–”

“I mean as far as the apartment goes. If you had a black mass scheduled but I want you, you tell the witches to reschedule. That kind of thing.”

“Shit, I can do that.”

“Want to see it?” Of course! They went in the front, turned left, and she opened the door.

“Wow. I should have dumped Lisa long ago, this is excellent!” the amoral little skunk said to himself. It was echoing and fairly empty, but there was a bed and a couch. A kitchen table and three chairs, a clawfoot bathtub.

“I have two rugs and a better bed than this,” Roxanne told him, “a vanity with a mirror, a little desk and a swivel chair. They are mine, just stuff I’m not using and have in storage. We can’t move it in all at once, but I can have the rugs and the new bed in by, let me see, tomorrow. I’ll want you then, too,” she smirked. “Thursday, after supper. Can you do it?”

“Thursday’s good. That is, unless my parents got something.”

“I’ll call them and set it up. I may have to suddenly kick you out of here, but I’ll warn you as far ahead as I can.”

“This is fantasyland stuff, I can’t believe it. Thank you!”

“Oh, it’s really for me I’m doing this! And I want one more thing from you. No, two.”

They did one of them right there on the floor. He decided he’d have to get a mop or something, afterward. It seemed wrong to just walk off and leave a mess.

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“Jesus, you got any idea what that much costs? I don’t handle kilos! I can getcha an ounce, but mother fuck.”

“Ounce is okay, for now, and I can get the money. No way ever?”

“You can get the money. Ya, right,” said Felix scornfully. But Glenn looked confident. Felix shrugged. “Friday okay? Two hundred?”

“Perfect,” Glenn told him.

“I gotta talk to people. If you’re serious, maybe I can do the kilo. Are you planning to deal?”

“I mean it. No, I don’t plan to do any dealing, too risky. I just got a sponsor who wants a key. Get the ounce for now, and let me know.”

“Tell me about risky.”

Glenn left Felix and walked to the city bus stop, from which he went home. Roxanne’s ‘one more thing’ meant plunging into illegality, but she’d picked the right boy. That kind of barrier didn’t really exist for Glenn. He counted his own convenience, his own appetites, his own risks, but he didn’t sweat whether anything was illegal or not.

He called his sponsor from the pay ‘phone in front of the 7-Eleven and told her two hundred twenty, and Friday evening. She said yes right away and arranged a time and place to get him the money.

Once he was home, he went to the ‘phone again. Jackie was at Nan’s, he remembered. Nan’s mother passed the ‘phone call through.

“Hi, babe!” came the sweet voice in his ear.

“I talked to Taylor. He likes the idea, and his aunt will drive us to the mountain. So Nan will have a date, if she wants one.”

“Just a minute.” Jackie covered the instrument. Glenn tried, but their voices were too muffled and indirect for him to follow the conversation. He did hear alarm in Nan’s tone, but that faded.

“Glenn? What did you tell him? Did you say Nan wants him bad or something?”

“I said you were going to be there with Nan, and I wanted somebody to kind of even it up. I never said Nan felt one way or the other. I just asked if he’d be willing.”

“Good! Okay, hang on…” Nan spoke anxiously but the words were still not clear. “Glenn? Did you give him her number?”

“I didn’t, no.”

“Could you do it now? In case they want to talk beforehand?”

“Why don’t you just call him directly?” “You want his number, I have it.”

“Okay, gimme it, but he’s gotta call. Give him Nan’s number. We’ll be here all evening.”

He told them the Taylor number. “Can I tell him she wants him to call?”

“Yeah, that’s okay.”

“Whatever. I’ll never get all these rules.” “Okay, I’m on it, I’ll try to get him right now. Goodbye, beautiful! I like you a lot.”

“Me, too. See you tomorrow, babe.”

The ‘phone rules made sense enough to Phil. “I better call tonight, is she home?” were almost the first words out of his mouth. Phil thanked him and rang off to call.

And Glenn contemplated the key to his new secret apartment.

He wondered if he were like a mistress now, whatever the word would be for a guy. The answer was yes, of course. He realized he’d been one, more or less, for weeks. He shrugged and snuck into the garage for a half a doob. “Hell, I’m still in high school; there’s plenty of time to get a different career going. Sometime when I don’t want the free money and free sex!”

GLENN SVOBODA TO THE OFFICE, PLEASE. GLENN SVOBODA.

The assistant principal had an issue with Glenn abandoning English class. He’d forgotten the transgression already, but he manufactured some remorse and told his story in a frank and manly way. He had to grovel to Stoner and ask for penance, the man told him. Glenn agreed to it.

When English class came, he spoke to Stoner before the bell. “No sweat, Glenn,” the man said. “I had to report it, because of the roomful of blabbing people, but I don’t see it as entirely your fault. You missed a quiz, see if you can do it in class today. I heard you wrote a poem?”

“Yes. Would you like to see it?”

“Sure. Is it your first?”

“Yep.” He handed it to him.

“Fourteen… fair blank verse. You’d get maybe a B for this, it’s not so bad. Just one repetition–the one at the end, in my view–of the mother of your sons would have been better than coming back to it so much. Would you take a B for your quiz grade and skip it?”

“Sure! Wow!”

“Pretty sensuous language. Carnal. The wings, the strong body.”

“That’s the eagle’s situation, though,” argued Glenn.

“Yours, too, I guess. They don’t slap you that hard for saying a rude word; you must have… well!” He cleared his throat. “I hope you have another copy?”

“All set. Sorry again about the disruption.”

“Try to leave ‘em laughing if you can.”

The bell rang and class began in due course. Glenn reflected, “Stoner read a lot from my poem; he knew right away I’d been screwing Lisa, too. I wonder how much I’m giving away without even knowing it?”

It was Thursday. He’d see Jackie in the corridor between classes, but nothing else until the skiing, and no chance for intimacy until the weekend.

He skipped lunch to be there to meet Mrs. Fein at the door to the office wing as she came in. She had his money.

He didn’t take Jackie’s bus, but his own, which he forsook early to go to the store. He got a mop, some floor cleaner, dish soap, lightbulbs, some kitchen linens, ginger beer for him and Dew for Jackie, chips and some salsa, trash bags. Shopping for the new apartment. He took the Ohio Street city bus and let himself in.

The spot he’d had sex with Mrs. Fein looked shiny and good after he mopped it, so he carried on and cleaned the whole floor, and the kitchen floor, too. He was working on the bedroom floor, deep in, when he heard the latch turn and someone step in at the kitchen end.

“I hope that’s the rugs and the bed,” he muttered to himself. He took the mop and stuff into the bedroom closet and waited. Before even a minute went by, he’d heard Don Fein’s voice, and he shut himself in and concentrated on quiet. Roxanne had never confided her sins in her eldest.

“The red one goes in there. Put it in and lay it out, and we’ll put the bed in on top of it,” Don was saying.

Suddenly Glenn remembered that the old bed, the one he’d seen the day before, had already been hauled off when he’d come in to clean. “How could I have never noticed?” Smoke was the reason, of course. But when your judgement is stolen away, it can be hard to have enough judgement to realize the difficulty! It’s the catch-22 of intoxication.

“The floors look good, it even smells clean in here,” said a male voice. “I think somebody cleaned it already.”

“Yeah, and they left a backpack in the living room,” replied Don’s voice. “New tenant, I suppose. Some people clean! This is good! Let’s leave it alone, then. Look, I got the living room rug down, I’m going out to untie the bed and the vanity.”

“Cool, we’re almost done, be right out.” Two guys laid out the rug and adjusted it, talking about movies. Then their voices faded out as they followed Don to the street.

Glenn had sat, silent, in his closet through the assembly of the bed and the vanity; in time was alone again. He stepped out of his hiding place into a furnished bedroom.

“Nice rug!” Thick Baluchistan hand-knotted, but faded a little. “I’ll need sheets and whatnot.” The door swung open again, and he ducked quickly back.

This time he listened for the lock being fastened after they left. He imagined he’d heard it, and temerariously went into the kitchen to check. Locked it was.

They’d made the bed up with sheets and pillows, and a tapestry patterned bedspread with fat little angels and the young David being anointed. Roxanne wanted a nice bed in there, and Glenn had to agree. They’d marred his floors a bit, so he touched things up and stowed his cleaning stuff in the kitchen closet. He was already feeling houseproud.

The living room rug was sort of like the bedroom one, but Belgian. It had a Persian looking garden pattern, sea green and tan instead of the once-rich red of the Baluchistan; but it was all wool. He wanted a nice chair to sit in, and a stereo, maybe a coffee table. But he sat in the couch and had a ginger beer in his new place and felt okay.

Time to go home for supper.

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Friday he had to dash for Hermon Mountain directly after school. Taylor told him he thought Nan was pretty hot. Glenn had once thought so, too, until she’d gone all hateful when he’d failed to call, and then nursed the grudge for so long. But he agreed with Phil.

The skiing was by couples, and they watched the sun sink in lurid orange splendor over hot chocolate. It looked like maybe more than a little chemistry between Phil and Nan. The conspirators were excited.

That night he met Felix behind the 7-Eleven and put the ounce in his backpack. The next morning, Saturday, he visited Roxanne. She’d received the dope three days after mentioning she wanted it, and she was appreciative, giving him an extra ten and a little baggie of the sinsemilla. He’d already taken twenty from her in profit, so he was feeling self-satisfied about it all.

Saturday he had a major dancing date with Jackie, who had been operating on her father to get him to lighten up. He was the one who gave them a ride to the club, and he seemed a lot less unfriendly. Daughters can have much influence with their fathers.

The Hillside Club was in the former orphanage building on Ohio Street, they had chem-free dances once a month on Saturdays. Glenn was smiling widely all evening. It was two blocks to his apartment! Jackie looked great! “Wait’ll she sees it!” exulted he.

They snuck out back to blow some weed, and he told her he loved the way she looked. Everyone had. Jackie was a very striking young beauty and had dressed to dance. She toked up on his dope and beamed on him. They kissed and he breathed the smoke from her lungs and vice versa, getting very wrecked and breathless. She stroked his crotch and said, “The Methodist church is too far away! Wanna eat me out right here?”

“I got even better than the Methodist church. Let’s get our coats.”

“Really?” He was so resourceful, it amazed her sometimes. “Goody!”

“Where we going?”

“To an apartment. Two blocks.”

“You have an apartment!?”

“I have the key. It’s a friend of the family, she’s moving stuff in, and I mopped the floors and helped out. It won’t be for long, but we can use it now if we put everything back. I have to clean it some more anyway.” In her stoned and horny state, she bought it, and he led her to his lair rejoicing.

“Glenn, this is all right! You have it all to yourself?”

“So far, yes. She’ll bring furniture up from time to time, while she arranges her new job. Could be weeks. Wait’ll you see the bedroom!”

“Oo yeah! The bedroom!”

“Ta-daa.”

“Wow.”

“I’m gonna get completely naked,” he said. “I’m going to pull the shades now, I’ll be right back.”

“I’ll be waiting on the bed!” She started with her shoes and he went around shutting shades down. When he came back she was nude except for her thong panties, and stood with her back to him.

“You’re so beautiful, Jackie.” Both of them were feeling the fine weed.

“Watch!” she said, and peeled the thong slowly down over her awesome hips. Then she guided it all the way down, bending very gracefully from the waist. She’d practiced stripping them off in her mirror.

He caught just a glimpse of the gigantic clitoris from behind, before she stood and rotated to face him. In its nest of hair it looked cocklike. Her breasts were perfection. She could have become Miss Maine if she had wanted to learn to tap dance.

“You’re unbelievable. I’m so lucky.”

“Get naked, babe, I want your mouth on me.” She reclined and watched with interest as he stripped. There it was, standing ‘way up proud! “I love that thing!” she exclaimed. “Let me have it while you eat me.”

They sixty-nined until she came, and then smoked more of the potent stuff. “You got a lot of weed, I get to suck something all the time!” she said, and sucked on the jay for emphasis.

“Always willing to help,” he told her.

“Will you do me a solid, then? It’s kinda weird…”

“Anything I can actually do, you got it.”

“Can you pretend to be the girl a minute?”

“Sure.”

“No laughing. You gotta really do it.” He hadn’t been laughing. But the message was that her skin was thin on this subject, and she wanted him to take on a role, not just play.

“What do I do?”

She stood while he got on his knees and sucked her. Her wide, flatfooted stance, canted forward below the waist but leaning backward above, was like a parody of a man holding his cock to receive head. She framed the base of the clit in an o of her finger and thumb and fucked his mouth. “Suck me! Suck it, babe!”

She became intense, narrowing her eyes. While she was watching his adoring sucking face, Glenn still felt as though she wasn’t looking at him, really, but at some fantasy figure.

It was more or less fictional at first, but she soon got really swollen hard and her thumb’s pressure at the top popped it out almost straight. He gazed into her eyes and closed his eyes, alternately, as he’d seen all his women do. He came off the end with a last flick of tongue, and licked around the base of it before going back on. He was no stranger to proper technique, and it still smelled and tasted like Jackie’s pussy. He got extremely hard.

She grabbed hair at the back of his head. “You’re my little suck girl,” she whispered.

He was pretty sure he wasn’t supposed to have heard it, but it hit him hard. He kept his eyes closed and let her go for it. The fun part of eating pussy is driving them through the roof, which this was clearly doing. She grabbed both his ears, slamming her muff into his mouth and grunting. Those amazing glands wet his chin and tongue in what he felt as a spurt.

After she’d wallowed in her very strong orgasm, she became ashamed or perhaps guilty and wanted to be very sure it had been all right.

“I know you think I’m twisted–”

“No! It was really hot, Jackie! I didn’t dare touch my cock, I’d have come on the rug!” And then he said something obviously uncalculated, which cemented her devotion to him. “Wouldn’t it be great if you could actually fuck me with it? Wanna try that next time?”

“Yeah, that’d be good,” she said, trying for nonchalance. But she kissed him very hard. “Let me do you the same way, and then we gotta go.”

They had to rush like demons to get back to the club in time to catch her ride home, but as Saturday nights go, it was a very good Saturday night.

While they were making the bed and dressing, she asked him another question.

“Are you a virgin?”

“Well, no…”

“Me neither. You wouldn’t be scared to…?”

“No, a girl let me try it a couple of times.” He decided to take the plunge. “I even have condoms.”

She didn’t answer for a second, and he had to stave off panic. “So do I,” she finally said, “and I’m on birth control. Call me when you’ve been home an hour, if you can.”

They threw themselves together and dashed for the Hillside and her dad’s car.

If you can, indeed. Wild horses couldn’t have kept him from it.

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It was the fourth Sunday with Mary and the third with Roxanne. Mrs. Fein had called Glenn’s parents to arrange for him to meet her. She’d passed the word to Mrs. Gilbert: “Glenn’s birthday is in three days! Sunday will only be two days early!” They were ready.

The paper boy was welcomed very ardently, and they wished him a happy 19th. There were presents and parfaits. And they wanted his birthday spankings. Each of them would take nineteen juicy spanks in honor of his birthday.

Mary didn’t come in for whippings, she dealt them out. But here was an exception. He thought about trying out the belt again, to see if he had the secret of it, but merely put both women over his knee, pulling down their panties himself. Nineteen was enough to pinken the flesh, and he found he enjoyed the intimacy of having the women over his knee. Hearing Mary shriek was especially nice.

It broke the ice nicely on the main business of the meeting: lots of sex, plenty of sinsemilla, and everyone goes home happy. Party planning isn’t difficult if there are interesting activities for people.

Mary met him at the bathroom door afterward and asked him in a low voice to call her. “Sometime in the next week, just you and I. I need you more than just Sundays.”

Quietly he agreed.

He was swimming in squack. It was a full time job! But Jackie was always on his mind. He considered telling his older women he was moving on, but he’d have lost the apartment, of course. And all he had to do to keep it was accept drugs, take money and fuck a lot.

Well, so much for that idea.

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Jackie called him Sunday night, rode the bus with him Monday and kept him talking awhile once they got off at her house. She called him again once he got home and again after supper. Their intimacy ripened. She had been pulling strings to get together with him on his actual birthday, Tuesday, for a real vaginal fuck in the apartment, but there were family plans she couldn’t get around.

They had a clear path for the Wednesday afternoon after school, though. They both were quivering to do it, and she was holding him to the promise that she could try to fuck him. Actual contact, though, had to be put off until then. Glenn saw Mary on the Monday and met Roxanne at the apartment Tuesday.

Mary was humbly grateful and apologized again for his pain of the week before. She offered to take a whipping at his hands, which was extraordinary for her. But he declined, explaining again that he was sorry he’d let her down. He told her to relax and quit worrying about it.

“Although, I did like the spanking we did Sunday.”

“That was rather nice,” she conceded. “I’ll do that anytime you want it.” She almost meant that one, and she was very glad not to have to be whipped, truth be told.

“I’d rather eat you right now, though,” he said, and she never did get back over his knee. She did spend much of the session taking him in her ass and mouth, back and forth, telling him she was his. She fixed loving eyes on him almost worshipfully during that phase.

But he let her mount him with her strap-on, too, calling him Tiffany. She gave his ass a few sharp spanks while she was in it, and he uttered shrieks for her each time. He sucked it for her, too, in his Tiffany role, before and after being fucked. They were both very ready for the ravenous oral sex which finished the session.

She asked him if he could come by on Friday, too; she asked him if he’d prefer her to shave her pubic hair, as Roxanne did; and she gave him some money before he left. Perhaps it was a little obsessive. She just couldn’t do enough!

Meanwhile, Roxanne seemed to have gained some respect for herself with the symbol of the apartment she was furnishing him. Now that he was a kept man, she was less abject. He had to re-establish her fear and shame her strongly.

For her penance, he tied her hands behind her with the belt and told her to hold her mouth open. Steadying her head, he fucked into her throat. She gagged repeatedly, gooey throat secretions went everywhere, and then he came in a shower on her face, calling her a good girl.

Her own throat mucus drooled in strings on her face, down her chest and onto the Baluchistan. The hot drops of sperm splattered a baptism of absolution on her flushed cheeks and nose, into her eyes. He wiped himself off on her hair. She was moved to her depths. Then he reddened her ass with his belt, in a cold and thorough manner, slapping mercilessly, and fucked her ass again with her face on the floor.

There was no more revolution after that; the apartment was his due. She merely asked if she might be allowed to visit him there on the coming Friday. She noticed that he’d been cleaning it and bringing in little things, and she gave him money toward its furnishing and decorating. “Please don’t use any of that buying sheets; I’ll take care of the bed entirely myself for you, and I can get you a chest of drawers for this room.”

“I’d like that. I have to be home soon; lick my ass a while and then we’ll get dressed. Lick my balls, too. You do that so well.”

“Thank you, Glenn.”

“Lick them with your nose up inside. Ahh…” He enjoyed her tongue, then relented. Tenderly, he helped her to stand and hugged her, rocking gently. When she relaxed in his embrace he kissed her ear and eyebrow, then her mouth, long and passionately. Taking her weight as she leaned on him, he told her he was very happy with her, stroking her breast and her neck. She sighed and snuggled.

They dressed. At the door, spontaneously, she kissed his smiling lips and told him he was so beautiful. “Please call me if I can come again Friday, I want you all the time!”

But he still had to wait to have Jackie.

All through school Jackie was anticipating Glenn’s apartment and what she meant to do there. Glenn had little brain left for his classes, either. They needed Felix’s excellent sinsemilla to steady down, once they got there off the bus.

“I’ve thought about you fucking me–” he began.

“Oh, God,” she said, “I have, too!”

“–and you know, I’ll be closed up tight, I always am. You’ll have to stretch it out and make it relax first or you’ll never get in.”

“I’ll prob’ly never get in anyway, it’s really short,” she mourned.

“I’ll be the Suck Girl first, that’ll get you hard. Want me to wear panties?”

“How did you “know?” God, I’d have never dared to ask you!”

“They look very lacy and feminine today. If I pull ‘em down just to there…” he said, turning around for her and indicating the lower margin of his glutes.

“That’s what I was thinking! Thanks, Glenn, for doing this, it’s really sweet. I mean it.”

“Let’s do it first and fuck later. There’s some baby oil in the bathroom.”

“No, I’ll never get in, Glenn, but I’ll just rub and push it, it’ll be good like that.”

“But what if you can! You ought to try for it! Here, I’ll lie down and you can stretch it out a bit–”

“What do you mean, stretch it out?”

“Well, you lick it and finger it and get it ready.”

“Lick it! Jesus!”

“I’ll show you. Lie down for me right here, that’s the way. You have a pretty bottom, Jackie. I’ll kiss it… and lick it, like this…”

“…Oh!”

“And lick it more… and work it with my fingers, stretching and licking…”

“That feels good, Glenn.”

“Good! Then I would oil up my finger and open it up. After that I could fuck right up inside it without hurting you.” He helped her sit.

“You want my butt, don’t you?”

“I do now! But I was thinking about this for me to get fucked by you. Originally.” He was lying, of course.

“God, I don’t know if I can. Let me just push it and rub this time.”

“Sure. Gimme the panties and I’ll suck you.”

“This will be so hot!!” He put them on and she laughed.

“You’ll have to ignore that sticking out,” he said, smiling. “C’mon, make me suck you.”

“Let me fix them.” She dropped to the floor and carefully adjusted him and the panties until the effect pleased her, having him turn around to set him straight from all angles. By that time she’d worked up the nerve to ask him: “Can I call you a girl name?”

She called him Heather, and told him, while he was going down on her, that he’d have to wear lipstick next time. He accepted it as fantasy, and did his best to make her clit grow as big as possible.

“Oh, Heather,” she said, “I love your mouth. Suck me, sweetheart, get me nice and hard for your cunt…”

Before she could come, he reversed himself and peeled them to expose his anus while covering his balls, saying “please be gentle.” She placed a thumb on each side of it and stretched, and he tried to allow it to open. She thrust and rubbed, bucking against him.

“It’s touching it!” she said. “It’s really getting in there up against it!” She rode up and down his crack, her knees trembling, her hands shaking. “Oh my God….” Her voice was strange.

She was desperately afraid of what Glenn must be thinking, but she needed it too much to want to stop! It felt so good! But what had her trembling so? She swallowed dry and croaked, “You like that? You like that, sweetheart?”

“Fuck me,” he replied, and she moaned sharply. “She’s shaking all over, what’s going on?” he wondered. He pushed his bottom up and out to help her get in close.

She humped at him, controlling his hips with both hands. With a moan she jammed into his body and flung her head back, making obscene grunts and grimaces, calling him a cunt and a little whore. It was better than she’d dared hope. The bumpy edges of his anus scraped the end of it deliciously all through the experience.

There was then a delicate moment as they relinquished their roles.

He effaced himself, waiting for her to speak, half-smiling in what he hoped was an encouraging way. He wasn’t too sure it was just a fantasy any more. “Man,” he thought, “she said she wasn’t a virgin. ‘You like that? You like that, sweetheart?’ The poor kid. She’s been molested, I’d bet anything. But I won’t ask her; she’ll tell me when she’s ready to.”

“That was great! I can’t believe how hot I got! Are you okay?”

“It was hot for me. I could feel it trying to get in, poking.”

“Yeah!… God, I’m such a pervert.”

“You’re not either, it’s just a fantasy, I got fantasies too! You never have to be ashamed with me.” That was true enough. He was beyond all blushing. He was wearing her panties, for example.

“Maybe you’re right about the oil and stuff.” Jackie’s mind, guided by the sinsemilla, had set up an understanding that if only she could manage somehow to lick somebody’s asshole, she could push her clit into him. “You don’t have much of a butt, I mean, you know, compared to a real girl. I could maybe get it in there…” She fell silent.

“Well, let me get these off! Let’s try the other thing we came for. Pick me out a condom.”

“Yeah, let’s do it.”

“Suck me first. Yeah… oh, Jackie. Okay, put the condom on it.”

He had her missionary style, standing, with her lying just at the edge of Roxanne’s bed, wide open. There was lots of clitoral contact! She was very tight and extremely wet, but lost some wetness as he went. She didn’t come because of it, so he sucked and licked her until she did. They talked very earnestly all the way to her place, and he went home, elated.

“I think she loves me,” he imagined.

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Ah, love. Lisa missed him, and was surprised to discover that the feeling of loss outlasted her anger. She spotted Glenn at the high school a few times and felt sad. That he’d been so callous and shallow while at the same time so attentive and available, gentle and masterful, brought her think he was too self-involved to be capable of real love.

But she had never tried to learn anything about him. He was really just an instructional aid she’d become fond of. Bob Seeger memorialized his in a song.

Jackie and Glenn had much to say to one another all the time. But Lisa never had talked much with him. Without discussion, she assumed her pussy bought her exclusivity and enjoyed the sex.

She was better off without the weasel just the same.

Jackie hadn’t spelled out her sexual history for Glenn; she hadn’t told Nan even when the girls were at their closest. She had been the Suck Girl during that time in her childhood, and it wasn’t making life easy for her now.

But a reasonably big and strong track man had been faced with a strip of elastic at the top of a panty. No contest! But she had said, “I’d rather you didn’t reach in,” and he’d stopped right there– no wheedling, no wrestling, no anger or even resentment; no campaign to breach the barrier at all!

He was different from any of them. If he could turn out to be trustworthy, she told herself, she would never let him go.

All Glenn’s experience was that sex partners treated one another like toys. Failure with Lisa had opened his eyes about that. If he could just know what to do, for Jackie he would do it, if it meant losing his arm!

His arm was not required; but his apartment might have to go. It was winter time, though, and a warm place to fuck loomed very large. It was a symbol, having his own place. Jackie loved it. It would be a wrench to say goodbye to it.

For Jackie, though, he would throw it away. He decided to begin by cutting it off with Mary. And for once, he started with candor.

Well, selected candor. Embellished selected candor, with some schmoozing.

Friday night he skipped his workout at the gym and went to Mary’s after school.

“Mary, I have bad news,” he said in the doorway. He kissed her hello anyway, it wasn’t as if he hated her or anything. This was not because she had turned him off, but because Jackie had turned him around.

Mary blanched. All her fears of exposure came to the surface all at once.

He leapt to reassure her. “Mary, it’s all right, it’s not catastrophe, just bad news. Come on, let’s sit down. Want some weed?”

She punched him in the shoulder. “You scared the bejeezus out of me!”

“I’m sorry! I never wanted to scare you. You’ve been so great for me.”

“Well, then I take back the bash in the arm; sorry. So what is it?”

“I have a girlfriend. I want to, well, be worthy of her. I respect her. So I–”

“You’re leaving, aren’t you?” She sounded so cold.

“I hate to. But I can’t do it any more. I’ll tell Roxanne. It hurts to leave you two, I love the hell out of you.”

“You understand that I am very vulnerable.” Her fear made her feel hollow, it was so powerful. Things echoed! Her voice was flat and strange in her ears. He wasn’t replying! “Glenn?”

“I heard you, I was just trying to understand… yes, I do, I think it’s unfair and odious that you are.”

“What?” Too many big words to decode, when you’re terrified.

“I mean, I asked you to do it, myself; all of it. Nobody’s extorting me or blackmailing me into coming to see you. It’s none of the government’s business.”

Mary had not simply sat, passively, dreading this moment; she had a plan to blackmail him into silence. “But how can I? Damn him! The way he talked about his girl!” Most women can only dream that a man would make that kind of simple declaration of love.

“And now this about ‘nobody’s blackmailing him.’ He’s got me by the guilt bump, I’m screwed. Or not, maybe. I can always use the threat, it won’t go sour on the shelf. I love this boy too much to want to hurt him, that’s what it is, I’m getting old and sentimental.”

Glenn saw her get her color back and straighten her shoulders, and he figured she’d slam him now. All she had to do was tell Jackie somehow. Even a small part of the truth would lose him Jackie.

His own threat was entirely hollow. If he had to turn her in, the whole thing would be horrible. Courts, public scandal; strobes, microphones and cameras; everybody looking at Mary like she was some low, insectile form of life– he could never do it. How such a godawful mess could pass for justice…! He was moping already, feeling his defeat in advance; he’d known going in she held all the cards.

“Are you absolutely sure? Isn’t there some way?” asked Mary.

“I know she’d hate this, and I need her to be able to count on me.” He cried, then, crossed to her and buried his face in her shoulder. “I want you to believe me, Mary. I’m not a threat to you. I just have to stop.”

“All right.” The silence dragged on. Her kitchen clock, two rooms off, could be heard chuckling metallically over each passing second. Mary Gilbert held him like a mother in her arms. She felt a little silly in the garter belt.

“I’m sorry, Mary, but thank you. You want me to just go? You want a new paperboy? I’ll set it up. But I’d–”

“Can’t I just be a friend?”

“I’d like that lots better. I better go, my parents don’t know I’m here and I gotta show up home. I’ll call you after I’ve seen Roxy. Wow. Got a kleenex?”

She ushered him out and then cried, herself. She went sniffling to the ‘phone.

“Yes? Hello?”

“It’s me, Roxanne, it’s Mary. I’ve been crying. Glenn was here, just now.”

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Later, Roxanne answered a second call. “Yes, who is it, please?”

“Roxanne, I have to talk with you, it’s me–”

“Oh God, Mary called me, I haven’t stopped crying since!”

A voice interrupted. “Mom?”

Roxanne looked up. Don was on the landing. She covered the ‘phone. “What is it, Don?”

“Nothing, sorry.” His mother looked so much in control, he just faded up the stairs. Was she dating again? She’d been out sometimes lately. He decided he would be out of high school and out of the house come summer, so he didn’t have to care.

He seemed to Roxanne to have gone, but he could still be listening. Roxanne set her jaw, told Glenn to come and see her and gave a time for it Friday. He agreed. She said she would call him in an hour or so, and didn’t wait for him to agree, but hung up the ‘phone. Don will have to be out of the house while Lisa’s at rehearsal, at least from 6:30. It’ll be Friday night, he may already be planning to be gone, I’ll see.

“Don?” She pitched her voice to carry and aimed in up the stairwell. “I’ll be going out tonight right after supper, it shouldn’t be very long, but I have an errand.”

“Okay, Mom.”

“That means no guests ’til I’m back.”

“I getcha.”

Once supper finished, she went out and found a pay ‘phone. She grilled Glenn, eliciting in quick unvarnished answers confirmation of Mary’s story. “I’m not very happy about this,” she told him. Furious would be a good description, though.

“I’m not, either. We’ve had so much fun! But I just have to,” Glenn began, but Roxanne wasn’t buying any bullshit today.

“Now you listen. You can’t just dump me, we have business.”

“I’m still working on the big package.” “Or Felix is.”

“Good. And I don’t have to share you with Mary any more.”

“Don’t, Roxanne, please.” “I am gonna twist Mary’s neck! What the fuck made her call ahead of me and fuck this up!! I’m not even face-to-face for it now!”

“Why? Why should I want to do you a favor? You’re leaving me for a younger woman! What do you expect, fuckin’ roses? You come see me Friday at my house! What time?”

“You said after 6:30, before seven,” replied he. He heard her snap, “Right!” at the telephone as she hung it up. It didn’t look good for the home team.

Glenn dialed her right back, though. The fire was in him, now. Weasels are at their best when cornered. But he got Don. He hung up as quietly as the mechanism would allow.

“Faack!” he blatted. “Double fuck, with nuts!”

Her kids would be home, how could he–? He could watch until he saw she’d gotten home, and then, quick, hit a pay ‘phone. Except he had to tell his mother something if he was going to leave the house in the night. It could be hours, easily, if Roxanne decided to go drink.

“Fuck again!” He was screwed. He fumed and fretted about what sort of things Roxanne was going to demand or threaten. But he was stuck in his house and she wasn’t home.

“Did you want Glenn for something, Mom?” Don asked his mother that night while she was cleaning the kitchen.

“Oh, not Glenn again!” huffed Lisa.

“No, what would I want Glenn for?”

“Well, it didn’t really sound much like him, but I think it was a young guy.”

“A young guy what?”

He explained the ‘phone call. There was one “hello,” he had asked who it was, they had hung up. Roxanne said to think about it, Glenn wouldn’t do that, unless maybe he’d dialed the wrong number by mistake.

Lisa chimed in, certain he was calling his girl friend and dialed his ex.

It all was explained away nicely, as it turned out, but it had thrown a scare into Roxanne. She didn’t want to call Glenn’s parents twice so close together, but did she dare not to call? Didn’t he realize? Was he trying to ruin everything–

“Oh no. He wouldn’t!” she breathed. But he might. Doubt is a powerful thing.

“Another ‘phone call for Glenn!” Dorothy Svoboda sang out.

“Is it his girlfriend again?” his father demanded. “I’m getting sick of–”

“No, it’s Mrs. Fein, shh! Get Glenn, would you, Barb? He has a ‘phone call.”

“He’s got it up there, Mom!” his sister sang out shortly. Dorothy’s son’s voice, “Hi, Glenn Svoboda speaking,” came immediately into her ear. Dorothy excused herself and got off the line.

“Glenn–” Her breathlessly fearful voice began. He cut her off with a crisp, flat question; her tone told him all he needed to know.

“How much of a reminder do you need?”

“Reminder?!”

“Well? You need me to spell out why you should do me a favor?”

“No! I–”

“I’ll see you at 6:40 tomorrow. At the apartment, not the house.”

He hung up deliberately and went downstairs. He addressed his father. “That was Mrs. Fein. I’m wanted for more work on the soffit by that gutter, 6:15 or 6:30 tomorrow. I said sure, if you guys were all right with it. Can I go?”

“Will you need a ride?”

“Not strictly, but I’ll take one if you’re offering.”

“Well, that’s just it, I don’t think either of us can get you over there.”

“I’ll go catch the bus right after supper, then.”

______________________

She was waiting in her car outside on Charles Street, but she got out to meet him hastily.

“Glenn, I’ve changed the lock,” she said very rapidly, “I’ll have to let you in!”

He gestured “after you!” and she hurried ahead and had it open for him when he got there. She gave him the key, which just made his day. He continued to say nothing, just looking at her insolently. She offered him the apartment indefinitely and she was profusely sorry.

His victory secure, he widened her cage so she’d be more comfortable in it.

“I can’t take this, Roxanne, it’s bound to wind up costing you too much money and you’ll start to hate me.” He took her hand and folded it around the key. “I never want you to hate me.” He kissed her forehead. She didn’t know what to imagine.

“But I want to see you again!” she said without thinking. “What are you going to do?”

“Get laid less often,” Glenn thought. He opened his arms and she came in. He folded around her and hugged. Releasing her, he said he didn’t want to lose touch either. But before he could jolly her to the next step, she cut in.

“So take the apartment! Look, think about Lisa! Girlfriends don’t always last! She could dump you or whatever, and then I’d still be here! If you’ll come back– but don’t go back to Mary, just me!– you can have it ’til you graduate! It doesn’t cost me as much as you think. Please!” She tucked the key into his shirt pocket from the circle of his arms.

“You’re giving me the apartment as a” retainer?”"

“Okay, yes, I guess that’s what I mean, yes. Will you do it?”

It had T-R-A-P written on it in big bill-poster letters. But he wanted it! Pussy! Apartment!

“No. Forget it.” In the end, though, it was still the pussy and the apartment that he’d decided to do without, already.

“You don’t trust me.”

“You want me too much, it makes me worry.” He decided how much to say.

“I want to trust you, but you’re so emotional right now. What I’m going to do, I guess, is trust myself. And you’ll have to trust me, too. I might come back, like you say, sort of between girlfriends–”

“Oh, yes, thank you!”

“But I’ll tell you why I wouldn’t!”

“No! What do you mean?”

“Now be quiet a second. Look, sit down, get a deep breath. Talking like this you’re only scaring me.”

“Okay, okay, let’s go sit down, but why wouldn’t you?”

“I wouldn’t come back if I even “suspected” you “seemed” to be monitoring me!”

“You hate me.” She wasn’t thinking, she was reacting on pure emotion.

“I don’t! I always thought you were so fine, you can be the sexiest thing alive sometimes. I can’t explain all the reasons I’m gonna miss you. But if I have this place, you’ll expect something. You have to just trust me. I’ll never forget you– my God, how could I? But you can’t dog me around, you’ll drive me if you do.”

“I love you, though. This is very hard. You have tissues here?”

“Paper towels, or wait!” He got her his brand new dishtowel. “Here!”

“God, I’m so pathetic.”

“You’re fine,” he said, dismissing that idea, “Mary just sprung it on you and you got panicky. I wanted to be the one to tell you, and kiss you goodbye and have a cry with you. I’m really going to miss you, awful.”

“You’re going to miss fucking my ass, you mean.” She blew her nose.

“I sure am.”

She laughed one note– “Ha!”– and rumpled his hair. “All right, you monkey. I want you happy. But remember this ass. It’s available! Okay?”

He took his leave and wandered down Ohio Street. He had a wish to crow to someone that he’d done it! “I could say, Hey Jackie, I don’t fuck all those other women any more!” He chuckled to himself.

Or “Guess what, Mr. Reiner, I’m not going to buttfuck Mrs. Fein now, just your little girl! That’d be a smart thing to do…”

Glenn was mumbling to himself, but in that neighborhood, you see that kind of thing often enough.

A car pulled up behind him and stopped. He ignored it until the power window whine came to his ear. It was Roxanne again. “You still have the key,” she said. “I need to lock up…”

“Oh. Yeah. Here it is.”

In a moment she was back again, and he accepted a ride home.

“I’ve been acting so stupidly. I hope I didn’t make you decide I’m a nut case! I’ve never known anyone like you, you seem to know me through and through. I’m blabbering now, aren’t I? It’ll be a while before I can adjust.”

“I know what you mean.”

“Will you meet me for coffee or something, talk to me sometimes? Just once in a while. I care about what happens to you, you know?”

“I don’t want to just fade away, either,” he lied. “Knowing you changed my whole life!”

“Just so we don’t lose track entirely. Will you call?”

“Of course. But I can’t do it this week, I wouldn’t trust myself not to start in all over again. I need a week or ten days to get used to this.”

“Thank goodness. I hope you make a really good life for yourself. I want to see how it turns out, help if I can in some small way, maybe, you know?”

“Okay, look, thanks for the ride; I’ll see you soon. Don’t forget the smoke, either, we’d have had to meet anyhow.”

“That’s right.”

“It may be any time in the next week or two, then. You should know, by the way: I worked on the soffit up by the gutter, there, from last time. Okay? G’bye, now.”

“The soffit? You better have some money for that job, then, here… there you are.”

He protested he could cover it, but she insisted. He looked at it only after she’d driven off. Fifty dollars! Like a picador, sinking hooks in his flesh.

He’d put himself through a wringer to get this done, and it wasn’t really done. The scene had been only a month, though, total, one intense month. Maybe there was hope, after all, that he could taper her off a little, maybe even, ultimately, breathe free air.

Glenn sighed. He’d already realigned his feelings from poignant regret for lost ass to relief and a desire to forget. Women will recognize the syndrome.

He called Jackie. “Jackie, I’ve got something to say: I love you.”

A fat lot he knew about it.

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