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  • Pining for Madison: Part 3
    Pining for Madison: Part 3
    Becky Is Not A Chaperone.

    By Secretauthor2021, in 5 parts. Listen to the

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    I continued for another hour and a half before finally

    calling it a day. The garden was looking great, and Mrs. Taylor was extremely
    grateful. I even got a "looks good" response from Mr. Taylor:
    definite progress.

    "Would it be okay if I used your shower to clean

    up?" I asked Mrs. Taylor.

    "Of course, dear. There should be fresh towels already

    out."

    "Lovely, thanks, Mrs. Taylor."

    I was just about to go up the stairs when Madison and Becky

    were coming down in the opposite direction.

    "Becky is just going home to get ready for

    tonight."

    "Oh, okay. See you again, Becky," I said, then

    turning to Madison, "I'm just going to have a quick shower, and I'll be
    right with you."

    "Okay, I'll be up in a sec."

    I left them at the foot of the stairs as I went to take a

    shower.

    After around ten minutes, I left the bathroom and went to

    Madison's bedroom to get changed.

    Madison was sitting on her bed, flicking through her phone,

    when I walked in.

    "Hey babe," I said before closing the door behind

    me.

    "Oh hey, do you have a minute?"

    "For you, always."

    I sat down on the side of the bed, my towel tucked around my

    waist.

    "Is everything okay?" I then asked.

    "Yeah, all is good. I just wanted to ask you something.

    Well, it's more of a favor, really."

    "Okay! This is sounding ominous."

    "Well, remember I said Becky was feeling a bit

    down."

    "Yes."

    "Well, I didn't fully explain her situation. If I tell

    you, you have to promise not to breathe a word to anyone."

    "Okay, I promise."

    She took a deep breath.

    "God, I can't believe I'm going to tell you this."

    "Tell me what?" I urged.

    "Well, she hates the fact she's still a virgin. Like, really

    hates it, and she doesn't want to, in her words, be the only one in the entire
    year that hasn't been laid yet."

    "Okay," I said, wondering where she was going with

    this.

    "In her head, it's like being the last one to be picked

    in Phys Ed. The one no one really wants on their team. It's really affecting
    her self-esteem."

    That, I could relate to. It was never a nice feeling to be

    picked last. In fact, at that point, you're not even picked; you're what
    they're left with.

    "Okay... so if she's that desperate, I'm sure someone

    will oblige."

    "That's the problem. She can't find anyone she likes,

    and on top of that, she doesn't want to come across as desperate in case
    someone takes advantage or accuses her of being a slut for throwing herself at
    guys."

    "Huh, quite the dilemma Becky has. But why are you

    telling me all this?"

    "You know how you said I was a good friend."

    "Yes," I replied.

    "Well, we were talking, and I might have mentioned how

    we started off, and how great the sex is."

    "Okay," I said still waiting for Madison, to get

    to the point.

    "Oh, fuck it, I'll just come out and say it. Will you

    take Becky's virginity?"

    "Um, what now?" I said completely dumbfounded by

    what she just said.

    "Will you have sex with Becky? This one time, as a favor

    for me."

    "Me? Do you realize, what you're asking?"

    "I do, and I thought about it, and I know this is a big

    ask, it's just, this sort of makes sense, plus we can be discreet about
    it."

    "A big ask! You're asking me to sleep with another

    woman, how can you be so cool about this?"

    "She's my best friend, you're my boyfriend, I trust you

    both explicitly. Besides, someone who is as good as you at sex - it would be
    mean to keep you all to myself," she said trying to appeal to my ego.

    "And what would you be doing, while all this was going

    on?"

    "I don't know, what would you like me to be

    doing?"

    I took a moment to think about it.

    "Can you get involved?"

    "What, like a threesome?" she replied.

    "Yeah, a threesome makes much more sense to me. A

    one-on-one with Becky would just feel like cheating on you, and I'm not
    comfortable with that."

    Madison started to come around to my suggestion.

    "Okay, I can do that, but the main focus has to be on

    Becky, though."

    "I'd rather focus on you."

    "I know, babe, but she really needs this."

    "And this isn't some elaborate joke or test designed to

    trap boyfriends?"

    "Nope."

    "Still, I don't know about this," I replied, still

    feeling skeptical about the whole thing.

    Madison then sloped off the bed and onto the floor, kneeling

    in front of me, looking up at me.

    "How about..." she began to say, then moving her

    hand beneath my towel, up my leg and running her fingers along the head of my cock.

    "I convince you."

    I looked down at her eager face, as my cock twitched from

    her touch.

    "Okay, okay, but it's still a big ask." I replied.

    "Hmm, okay, how about this? You do this for me, and

    I'll let you try that thing we talked about the other day."

    "Wait, seriously?" I said, my face lighting up.

    "Uh huh."

    Madison and I had talked on and off about trying anal for a

    while, but I couldn't quite get her to try it. Her ass was simply too amazing
    to ignore, and something I had fantasized about for a while now.

    "Fine, I'll do it, but I'm doing this for you okay, not

    Becky."

    "Thanks Ad, you're the best boyfriend ever. I better

    call Becky and let her know the good news.

    Madison tried to get to her feet, when I coughed to get her

    attention. She turned to look at me and I motioned with my eyes downwards.

    "Oh right, sorry. I'm sure Becky can wait a few more

    minutes."

    Madison untucked the towel from my waist and opened it. I

    had already started to get hard, just thinking about what Madison had offered
    me.

    She grabbed my cock and started to slowly jerk it, my cock

    continuing to harden in her soft hand. Teasingly, she licked the underside of
    my now swollen cock, then began planting kisses along the side until she
    reached the tip. It was then she took me in her mouth.

    God this felt so good, the feel of her lips, the warm, wet

    embrace of her mouth, the way she moved her tongue and swirled it around my
    head.

    Madison's head bobbed up and down in a steady rhythm now.

    As my mind drifted away in a sea of bliss, it suddenly

    dawned on me, that I'd actually be having a threesome with my girlfriend and
    her best friend. Isn't this what every boy dreams of? I had only ever had sex
    with one person and now Madison was offering Becky up on a plate.

    Fuck me this was crazy, but then again it was crazy when

    Madison and I hooked up the first time and look at us now.

    As I felt my orgasm rapidly approaching, I tapped the top of

    Madison's head as a courtesy to warn her what was coming.

    She continued to go at, until I couldn't hold back any

    longer.

    "Oh! Oh! Fuck, fuck, fuck," I cried out as quietly

    as I could as not to alert her parents. Madison continued to work my cock as I
    came, her lips securely locked around my cock, until I finished completely.

    Madison took a moment to swallow, before speaking.

    "Okay, so are we good now?" She said with a cute

    little smile, then proceeding to dab the corners of her mouth with my towel, almost
    as if she had just finished a delicious meal at a fancy restaurant.

    At this point, I would happily have given her all my vital

    organs had she asked for them.

    "Yes, we're good." I said exhaling deeply.

    "Cool."

    I had to give it to Madison, she certainly was prepared to

    go the extra mile for her friends.

    I helped her get to her feet, by offering her my hand.

    "Damn!"

    "What is it?" I replied.

    "I'm kind of in the mood now."

    "Well, you're going to have to give me at least ten

    minutes."

    She then sighed as she thought of another blocker.

    "We can't," she said somewhat disappointed.

    "My parents are downstairs. Rain check?"

    "Definitely. Here, why don't you call Becky." I

    said, handing over her phone.

    Madison took the phone from my hand, then swooped in for a

    quick kiss.

    "Thanks babe."

    Unlocking her phone, she went to her contacts and tapped on

    Becky's name. She waited a moment, then Becky answered.

    Once again I was left to hear only one half of the

    conversation.

    "Hey Girl, I just spoke to Adam, and we are a go."

    I could hear Becky's excited scream through the phone.

    "Uh huh, yeah, I know."

    "He does have one condition though. How do you feel

    about it being a threesome?"

    "Of course with me, silly. I'm not just rounding up

    people for you to have sex with. I'm not some sort of madam, although I do like
    the sound of that."

    "Yeah! Madam Madison," she said laughing down the

    phone, "it has a certain ring to it."

    "Uh huh, I know. It'll be like that time in summer camp

    remember, except a lot naughtier."

    I could hear them both laughing now. I however, had to make

    a mental note to come back to that one.

    "Anyway, I'll leave you to prepare, and I'll see you

    tonight. Later Becks."

    Madison hung up and then looked at me.

    "Guess we're having a threesome then."

    "Well, there's a sentence I'd never thought I'd

    hear." I replied, still somewhat in disbelief.

    "So, what's the plan exactly?" I added.

    "Becky's coming round at 8pm for the quote, unquote

    sleep over."

    "And what about me, there's no way your dad is going to

    let me stay after dark."

    "Well, what he doesn't know won't harm him, will it.

    It's date night tonight, so he's taking mom out, so they'll be gone for a
    while."

    "And then?"

    "Then the fun starts." She said with a mischievous

    smile.

    Madison appeared to be well up for this.

    I carried on getting dressed, thinking about the threesome.

    How does it work exactly? Who does what? I can only cum once at the end of the
    day. Although, I guess I'd have to save that for Becky in this instance.

    I had to get going and I could see on Madison's face, that

    she was deep in planning mode, so now was a good time to leave her to it.

    "I'll be off then," I announced.

    "Okay babe, I'll see you...." she kissed me on the

    lips, "and you, later," she continued, grabbing my crotch.

    "I'm probably going to go to Becky's now and give her a

    hand."

    I turned my wrist to look at my watch.

    "You've got like eight hours, babe."

    "I know, but it's a gonna be a big night for her, and

    us girls need time to prepare."

    "Well, I'll leave you to it. Just message me when it's

    safe to come over."

    I left Madison to it and went downstairs, making sure to say

    goodbye to Mr. and Mrs. Taylor.

    On the walk home, I wondered if there was anything I could

    do to prepare for tonight, wondering if I should look at some 'tutorials' on
    the internet perhaps.

    I also started to think about Becky, and how I was going to

    see her naked for the first time, and she was going to see me.

    I'd never really thought about her in any kind of sexual way

    before. I only had eyes for Madison. I mean, sure, she was a pretty girl, but
    she didn't have the same oomph as Madison. It was literally the thought of
    Madison that got me up in the morning, if you catch my drift.

    As I got home, I was feeling a bit hungry, so headed into

    the kitchen.

    My mom was at the sink doing the dishes.

    "Hey mom," I said sitting myself down on the stool

    by the breakfast bar.

    "Oh hey Adam, are you hungry? I can make you a

    sandwich."

    "Yes, please."

    My mom finished the last of the dishes and dried her hands

    on the towel.

    "So, how's your day been, so far?" she asked,

    grabbing the sandwich meats from the fridge and then bread from the bread bin.

    "It's been okay."

    "Are you sure? you seem a bit distant."

    "Something on your mind, son? Do you want to talk about

    it?"

    "God no," I blurted out rather abruptly.

    My mom was taken aback by my bluntness, so I quickly apologized.

    "Sorry mom, I didn't mean to say it like that. I'm fine

    really."

    My mom finished making the sandwich and handed me the plate.

    "Is it about, you know S E X?" She said spelling

    it out.

    "Because if it is, I can get your father."

    She took a deep breath, ready to shout out my dad's name,

    when I quickly cut her off.

    "Mom! it's not about that. Shush! No need to call

    dad."

    "Well, if you're sure. You know you can always talk to

    us about anything."

    While I appreciated her offer, there was no way I was

    talking this one out with her or my dad.

    "Honestly, I'm fine mom. No need to worry. I'm going to

    take my sandwich up to my room."

    "Okay dear, don't forget to bring the plate down

    afterwards. I'll see you later."

    As I carried my sandwich upstairs, I couldn't help but think

    how remarkably accurate my mom's instincts were. I guess mother's really do
    know best.

    I sat on my bed and took a big bite out of my sandwich. As I

    chewed, I tried to visualize what it would be like in my head.

    I thought about Madison and her rocking body, kneeling on

    the bed. Then I added Becky next to her, not sure what she looked like naked,
    so I had to improvise.

    Then the idea of the pillow fight popped into my head, the

    two girls bouncing up and down on the bed in slow motion, hitting each other
    with pillows, with an explosion of feathers everywhere, and jiggling, so much
    jiggling.

    I found myself smiling at the thought of it, this was

    shaping up to be quite a good fantasy I thought to myself.

    Before I knew it, the sandwich was finished, and I had just

    eased back on to my pillow. I'll just sit back and picture it some more, I
    thought.

    In mere moments, I had fallen asleep. The yard work must

    have really taken it out of me, as when I woke up it was 7pm.

    Feeling a bit groggy, I decided to have a shower to wake me

    up.

    With the shower done, I found myself waiting for the call. I

    suddenly started to get very anxious about it. Talking about it was one thing,
    but actually going through with it was another.

    I needed a distraction to stop me from overthinking it, so I

    decided to play one of the games on my Xbox. Just as I was getting into it, my
    phone chimed. It was a message from Madison.

    I paused the game and looked at my phone.

    From: Mads

    "They've just left, you can come over now xx"

    This was it, time to shine, I thought.

    I turned the console off, put my trainers on and headed out

    the door, yelling "I'm going out, be back later," as I left.

    As I made my way to Madison's I could feel my nerves kicking

    in. I hadn't felt like this, since the early days with Madison. Now, it wasn't
    one girl I had to worry about pleasing but two.

    As Madison said to Becky on the phone, this was so wild. I

    mean a threesome, me? I never thought stuff like this would happen to a guy
    like me.

    Madison's front door was now mere feet away. I slowly

    approached, mentally psyching myself up and then knocked on her door.

    Within seconds, Madison had answered, she was wearing her

    fluffy pink dressing gown.

    "Hey babe," she greeted, giving me a quick kiss on

    the lips.

    "Hey."

    "Becky's upstairs; do you want a drink before we go

    up?"

    "Sure, thanks."

    I followed Madison into the kitchen.

    "So, this is it? Our first threesome," I said, as

    she grabbed a glass from the cupboard.

    "I know, crazy right. But don't forget the focus of

    tonight is Becky, you and I will have plenty of opportunities for a one on one,
    so don't worry about me so much, okay?"

    She filled the glass with water and handed it to me.

    "You're the boss."

    I gulped the water down quickly, something that Madison

    picked up on.

    "You're not nervous, are you?"

    "A little," I replied, and put the empty glass on

    the counter.

    "Don't worry about it, I'll make sure you're properly

    taken care of," she said smiling.

    She gently pushed me against the kitchen unit and leaned

    into me, wrapping her arms around my waist; we kissed.

    "Now, come on stud, Becky must be wondering where we

    are."

    Madison grabbed my hand and lead me back through the house

    and up the stairs to her room.

    As we entered, Becky, also in a dressing gown, was sitting

    on the bed. She got up as soon as she saw us.

    "Hey Becky,"

    "Hey Adam, I... I just wanted to say thank you for

    agreeing to do this. I know you and Mads love each other very much and this was
    a big ask on my part, but thank you, you don't know how much I need this."

    "Thank Madison, really, she's the one who did a very

    good job convincing me."

    Madison playfully nudged me as she walked to the other side

    of the bed.

    There was a brief silence as we all looked at each other,

    wondering how we were going to start this, when Becky remembered something and
    broke the silence.

    "Oh, before I forget. I wasn't quite sure what would

    happen tonight, or what you two were into, so I did a bit of research on the
    internet and brought a few things with me. I hope you don't mind."

    She walked to the corner of the room and picked up a

    nondescript carrier bag. Then walking back, she proceeded to empty the contents
    of the bag on to the bed.

    "Holy crap Beck's," Madison blurted out.

    On the bed in front of us, was a blindfold, a pair of hand

    cuffs, a couple of bottles of sensual massage oils, a medium sized purple
    vibrator and a box of condoms.

    "I didn't know... um, how big you were Adam, so I hope

    these are okay?" Becky said pointing to the condoms.

    "They should be fine." I replied, looking at the

    box.

    "After you left Mads, I went into that new lingerie

    shop in the mall. They had a whole section of this stuff at the back, so I
    grabbed all this lot."

    Madison and I looked at each other, then both looked back at

    Becky.

    "Wow Becky, you really went all out."

    Madison, picked up the massage oil, flicked open the cap and

    sniffed. Her face showing, she approved of the scent.

    "Well, they say you never forget your first time, so I

    wanted to make sure mine was unforgettable."

    There was no chance of forgetting this, that's for sure, I

    thought to myself.

    We all stood there, just looking at the pile of sex aids on

    the bed, waiting for someone to make the first move.

    "Okay then, shall we do this?" Madison suggested,

    with a hint of excitement in her voice.

    I think Becky and I were looking for someone to take the

    lead and it looks like Madison just volunteered.

    "Well, I think to start with, one of us is wearing way

    too many clothes." Madison announced as both her and Becky looked in my direction.

    "What about you two? With your dressing gowns on,"

    I said defensively, even though I knew I would need to get naked.

    The two girls turned to face each other and smiled, they

    both unfastened their belts, and dropped their gowns to the floor, in what
    looked like a perfectly synced move.

    My eyes didn't know where to look first. On either side of

    the bed was a naked girl, standing there loo

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  • Pining for Madison: Part 2
    Pining for Madison: Part 2
    We make our own assignments.

    By Secretauthor2021, in 5 parts. Listen to the

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    "This stuff is warmer than I'd thought it would be and

    so thick."

    "It's a nightmare to get out of hair too," I

    added.

    "Just as well I shave everything then isn't it."

    Madison climbed back on to the bed and laid down next to me.

    We both stared at the ceiling.

    Madison turned her head to the side to face me, so I

    mirrored her.

    I could see her eyes looking directly into mine.

    "Thanks again for doing this Adam, I don't know many

    people who would have gone to these lengths to help me out."

    "It's me who should be thanking you. I enjoyed

    it."

    "I bet you did."

    "No not that, I mean I enjoyed that. God did I enjoy

    that bit, but I enjoyed spending time with you."

    Madison smiled.

    "I enjoyed spending time with you too, and I also

    enjoyed the other thing too."

    It was my turn to smile at her this time.

    Madison then leaned over and kissed me on the lips. It

    wasn't a long kiss, but it was a nice one. Her lips were so amazingly soft as
    they pressed against mine.

    As she pulled away, she paused for a reaction. I felt my

    face light up, it was like I was the happiest I'd have ever felt. She must have
    seen that as a sign, as she kissed me again, this time for longer. We were
    properly making out now. I felt her tongue slip into my mouth, which was an
    incredible feeling. Our tongues danced together as we continued to kiss.

    With our mouths starting to ache, we stopped.

    We couldn't stop smiling at each other.

    "Well, that was unexpected."

    "Was it though? I did just give you a hand job. I don't

    exactly dole those out to all the boys, ya know," she said continuing to
    beam at me.

    "Ha, I guess you're right."

    Madison sat up, propping her hands behind her and looking at

    her naked lower half.

    "I guess I better put my trousers back on. Otherwise,

    who knows what will happen." She joked.

    She then turned and looked at my crotch.

    "Awe, he's gone all little again." She then

    proceeded to bop the end of my cock.

    Her touch sent a tingle through my cock and it twitched

    again.

    "Oops, looks like I provoked it."

    I sat up, resting on my elbows.

    "Do you mind?" I said trying not to laugh.

    "I don't, no." She said smiling.

    Madison walked over to where she took off her panties and

    bent over to pick them up, showing me how fantastic her ass looked. She slipped
    a leg in each hole and pulled them up.

    I pulled up my underwear and trousers.

    "Madison."

    "Yes Adam," she replied, mimicking my formality.

    "About that kiss."

    "What about it?"

    "Was that an in the moment kind of thing, or was it

    something else?"

    "Why? What do you want it to be?" She replied,

    flipping my question back at me.

    "I kind of want it to mean something else."

    She was about to put on her trousers then stopped.

    "Huh, that's funny, I was thinking the same

    thing." She replied, smiling at me and then continuing to put her leggings
    back on.

    This was my chance, there was no better time to ask, than

    right now. I'm going to do it.

    "Madison, will you go out with me?"

    "After what we just did, Hell yes! I'll go out with

    you."

    "Sweet."

    "Besides, we've still got an assignment to finish

    remember. May be you can come round Friday night, it's the bouncers day
    off."

    "Friday night it is." I confirmed.

    After tidying up, Madison walked me downstairs to the front

    door, and we paused on the outside doorstep. She closed the door, so we were
    both standing outside.

    "I hope you found our study session informative. I know

    I did." Madison said jokingly.

    "Oh yes, very informative. I look forward to completing

    the assignment Friday night."

    "I can't wait."

    With that, she kissed me again on the lips.

    "See ya."

    I walked backwards down the garden path, unable to take my

    eyes off her. As I reached the end of the path, she waved at me and went inside
    the house.

    The second the front door closed, I jumped up and a punched

    the air.

    After all these years of pining for Madison, I had finally

    done it. I had asked her to go out with me and she said Yes! plus as a bonus
    she gave me my first hand job.

    From that point on, I couldn't quite remember how I got

    home. I was on such a high, I presumed I just floated back.

    When I got back, both my parents were in the kitchen. My mom

    was making something to eat and my dad was sitting at the table doing the
    crossword.

    "Hey,"

    They both stopped what they were doing and looked at me.

    "Well, how did it go?" My dad asked.

    "Judging by that smile on his face, I'd say pretty

    well. Am I right Adam?" My mom added.

    "Yeah, it went well."

    "Did you ask her out?"

    "Yes mom, I asked her out." I said somewhat

    exasperated.

    "And did she say yes. What am I saying, of course she

    said yes. Who wouldn't say yes to my little boy."

    "Mom! Yes, she said yes."

    "Way to go son!" My dad chimed in.

    "Well, now you have a girlfriend, maybe you won't need

    to spend so long in the shower anymore," My mom said teasingly.

    "Mom!" I snapped back, cringing of embarrassment.

    Dad started chuckling to himself.

    "I'm going to my room," I announced, unable to

    take any more of this conversation.

    I quickly left the kitchen and marched upstairs to my room.

    Closing the door behind me, I tossed my bag in the corner and just collapsed on
    my bed, letting my evening all sink in.

    Holy fuck, I thought to myself. It's like my brain couldn't

    quite process everything that had happened. Madison, the girl who I had
    worshipped for so long, completely blindsided me. I had no idea, she was so...
    so unpredictable and so sexually curious.

    How a random science assignment pushed us together. It was

    almost like one of my school fantasies, one minute you're working and then the
    next, you're suddenly exploring each other s bodies.

    Not only did I see her beautiful cunt, I touched it, I

    fingered it, I brought her to orgasm. She actually came on my hand, holy shit!
    It all just seemed so unbelievable.

    I raised my hand in front of my face and stared at it. I may

    never wash this hand again.

    ...And that was just what I did to her!

    What she did to me, blew me away.

    The way she touched me, held it in her soft, silky smooth

    hands. Her genuine curiosity about it, and then she thought nothing of jumping
    on top of me and giving me the hand job of my life.

    I could feel myself getting hard, just replaying it in my

    mind.

    Then, there was the kiss. My first kiss, the best kiss. Oh,

    how her lips felt against mine. I could have kissed her all night.

    I found myself smiling so hard, my face started to ache

    again.

    Then it dawned on me, and I bolted upright. Friday, what's

    going to happen Friday. Is she going to want to do it? Are we actually going to
    have sex? If we do, are we doing it for the assignment or because she really
    wants to have sex with me?

    I started to freak out. What if I'm no good at it? What if I

    don't last very long? Oh my god, what if I can't get it up? Will she laugh at
    me, will she tell everyone at school? Would she stop seeing me? My best dream,
    could soon become my worst nightmare.

    I had to stop myself, from spiraling. I sat at the edge of

    the bed and took several deep breaths, eventually calming myself down.

    One step at a time, I told myself. Friday was only two days

    away, plenty of time to prepare. I tried not to think about it too much, but it
    was all I thought about.

    Thursday came around, and once again. I just made it to the

    bus on time. As I jumped on, there was Madison in the front row, looking like
    her gorgeous self as usual.

    "Hey Adam," She greeted, giving me one of her

    biggest and best smiles.

    "Hey Madison," I replied, smiling back at her.

    If there was a seat free next to her, I would have sat down

    and left Ethan on his own, but no such luck. I carried on walking and plonked
    myself down next to Ethan.

    "So, how did your study session go with Madison?"

    Ethan asked.

    "It was good," I said, deciding to do the

    gentlemanly thing and omit all the explicit activities.

    "So, did you ask her out? Like I told you to do?"

    "Yeah, I did."

    "Well, don't keep me hanging bro. What did she

    say?"

    "She said yes."

    "Holy shit man, that's huge. You've been pining after

    her for years and now it's finally happening."

    "I know."

    "So, why don't you seem excited about it?"

    "Oh, I am excited, the best I've ever felt to be

    honest. But a part of me is like, what if I'm not good enough for her."

    "Dude, you can't think like that."

    "I can't help it Eth."

    "Look, just take each day as it comes."

    Surprisingly, Ethan was wise counsel today. He was right,

    take each day as it comes. He was a good friend, and I felt a little guilty,
    thinking I'd ditch him to sit next to Madison if the opportunity arose.

    With the school day fully underway, we carried on as normal.

    When it was time for lunch, I told Ethan I was going to find Madison and to not
    wait up. I found Madison by her locker, talking to her friend.

    "Hey."

    "Oh hey Ad," Madison replied.

    Her friend looked at me and smiled and then looked back at

    Madison.

    "I'll give you two love birds some privacy," she

    said, then giggled to herself and walked off.

    "Sorry about Becky, I kind of told her we were going

    out now and she's been like that all day."

    "Oh, and don't worry I didn't tell her about every

    little thing."

    "Little? You're going to give me a complex," I

    replied, keeping a straight face.

    "No, sorry, I didn't mean it was little, I just

    meant..."

    "Relax, I'm just messing with you."

    Now that I had finally asked her out, my nerves, just seemed

    to vanish. I felt more confident now.

    Madison pushed at my chest lightly.

    "So, are we still on for Friday?" She then asked.

    "Sure, what time do you want me?"

    "All the time." She replied, with a mock sexy

    voice.

    I laughed, "seriously now, what time?"

    "Okay, okay, shall we say seven this time? I promised

    Becky I'd go to the mall with her straight after school."

    "Seven is good. I'll see you then."

    I was in the process of walking off, when she called out,

    "don't forget to make sure there's plenty of lead in your pencil."

    I turned around to see her smiling and giggling to herself.

    She then blew me a kiss.

    I smiled back at her, albeit slightly embarrassed by her

    remark.

    She was either referring to my earlier efforts to draw her,

    or she had plans for something else. Either way I was excited for what Friday
    will bring.

    Thursday quickly became Friday, and it was time for another

    study session with my girl Madison. It felt so good to say that in my head, 'my
    girl'. I was actually dating Madison, well I say dating, we haven't technically
    gone out on a date yet, but we're getting there.

    With seven o'clock fast approaching. I went to get ready.

    First stop, the bathroom. Locking the door, I took off all my old clothes that
    I had worn that day and tossed them into the hamper. Naked, I stood in front of
    the large bathroom mirror and looked at my reflection.

    If what I think will happen tonight happens, this is what

    Madison will see. I stared at myself, breathed in to make my chest bigger, then
    ran my hand down my body, tracing the faint lines of definition I had all the
    way down to the thick bush of pubic hair nestled above my cock.

    I squashed it down with my hand, and my cock did look a bit

    bigger. I removed my hand and the hair sprung back again. Yeah, it definitely
    looked bigger. I grabbed the hair trimmer from under the bathroom sink, and
    pushed the button to turn it on. It buzzed into life. I took one more look, and
    went to town. The hair fell to floor in clumps.

    I dusted down, making sure to wipe all the lose hairs off my

    cock, then looked back in the mirror. There, much better I thought. I put the
    trimmer back under the sink, and turned my body, for a side profile look in the
    mirror. Yes, this'll do nicely.

    I jumped in the shower, cleaned up and got dressed. I even

    dabbed a bit of aftershave on. I had scrubbed up well and felt ready for
    anything.

    As I prepared to leave, I decided against indulging my

    parents in a conversation, for fear that they would find new ways to embarrass
    me. So I shouted through the door.

    "I'm off out, see you later!"

    I quickly closed the front door behind me and set off for

    Madison's. Arriving with two minutes to spare, I rang the doorbell.

    Madison answered the door.

    "Oh hey, Ad. Come on in."

    Madison was looking her usual gorgeous self.

    "No bouncer tonight?" I asked.

    "Nope, we've got the house all to ourselves."

    Madison led the way upstairs and I followed her. Getting to

    watch her cute ass as she went up the stairs was a nice little treat.

    "So, how's your report. coming along?" I asked,

    making conversation.

    "Good, nearly done. I may need to go over a few things

    again though." She said with a mischievous glint in her eye.

    I sat on the bed, and once again all of Madison's study

    books were sprawled out on the bed.

    "Shall we get to it then?" Madison said, sitting

    on the bed next to me.

    "Sure."

    She turned to the side and grabbed her study book, then

    placed it on her lap. Flipping through the book, she stopped at the chapter
    title 'reproduction'.

    The first page contained a diagram of a penis.

    "Well, he looks familiar," Madison said, lightly

    nudging my arm.

    We both red through the study text on the page. When we were

    both done, Madison turned to the next page, which as expected contained a
    diagram of a vagina.

    "And I definitely remember this," I said, gently

    nudging her this time.

    The next page over contained a diagram we hadn't seen yet.

    It was that of a penis in a vagina, it was one of those dissected diagrams.

    "Huh, I don't think we've seen this one have we?"

    Madison remarked.

    "It's definitely one to read up on."

    We red through the accompanying information, silently

    digesting it.

    "It's funny?"

    "What is?" Madison replied.

    "Is that they go to all this trouble of creating these

    detailed diagrams, but no one actually teaches you how to have sex."

    "Were you hoping for some sort of tutorial in our

    biology lesson. Maybe like Mrs. Wrentmore, straddling Mr. Philips on her desk,
    while we watch and take notes."

    "Oh, I can't un see that image now, thanks Mads,"

    I said gagging at the thought.

    Madison laughed and nudged me again.

    "Oh, that reminds me. I hope you don't mind, but when

    Becky and I went to the mall, we got you something."

    "Really?"

    "Yeah, it's in that bag on my desk."

    "I feel bad now, I didn't get you anything."

    "It's okay, you can make it up to me."

    I stood up from the bed and grabbed the bag from the desk.

    Sitting back down, I opened it and put my hands in and pulled out the contents.

    In my hands, were a black lace, and very see through set of

    lingerie.

    My jaw dropped.

    "Well, what do you think?" Madison asked, as if it

    weren't obvious by the fact my jaw was now resting on the carpet.

    "I mean, wowsers! it'll probably be a bit tight on my

    hips though, but I'll give it a go." I joked.

    Madison laughed.

    "Ha, ha. You're a funny guy Adam. It's actually one of

    the many things I like about you."

    "Oh really, what else do you like about me?"

    "Well, I've noticed the way you look at me. It's like

    when you see me, you just look so happy. It kind of makes me feel good about
    myself, you know."

    I put my hand on top of hers.

    "Truth is, I am happy when I see you. Like every time

    and if I'm totally honest, well, I've kind of fancied you for ages."

    "Really? You have? Why didn't you do anything about it

    then?"

    "I get so nervous, and I was always afraid you'd say

    no."

    "Well, I said yes and all it took was a little hand job

    to give you the courage."

    "I know, and I can't tell you how happy that makes

    me."

    "Aww, you are such a sweetheart."

    She leaned over to me and we kissed.

    "Tell you what, why don't we take a quick study break

    and I'll go and prepare your gift."

    With that, Madison grabbed the lingerie set out of my hands

    and left the room.

    I sat on the bed, just blown away by how genuinely happy I

    felt. After a few minutes, the door opened and Madison returned. I turned to
    look at her.

    "Holy Fuck!" I blurted out loudly.

    Madison closed the door behind her and leaned against it,

    with one leg slightly bent and her hands face down on the door, looking sexy as
    fuck. The bra barely covering her breasts, and the see-through material allowed
    me to see her nipples underneath. My eyes dropped down her toned stomach, to
    the black thong she was wearing.

    She then gave me a quick twirl, showing me her pert ass.

    "So, what do you think now?"

    I tugged at my shirt collar.

    "I think it suddenly got very hot in here."

    Madison, strode. across the room and stood directly in front

    of me.

    "Then perhaps, you need to remove a few of these

    layers."

    Madison began to unbutton my shirt. I however couldn't take

    my eyes off her chest, I just wanted to bury my face in it.

    With the last button undone, she peeled my shirt off me and

    tossed it on the floor. She then moved to the button on my jeans and popped it
    open. She stared into my eyes as she slowly undid the zipper.

    "Lie back," she prompted.

    I fell backwards on to the bed, while Madison yanked my

    jeans off. With only my underwear left, I positioned myself in the middle of
    the bed. Madison sexily climbed on top of me. She sat upright, directly atop of
    my crotch and began gently grinding against me.

    "You like that?" She said in a sexy whisper.

    I nodded my head. Oh boy, did I like that.

    I could feel myself get rock hard, to the point where it

    soon became apparent to Madison.

    "Umm, some one seems to be liking it."

    She bit her bottom lip, then ran her fingers through her

    long, silky blonde hair. She moaned softly and continued to slide along the
    length of my swollen cock.

    "You're right, it is getting hot in here, might have to

    remove a few layers myself."

    I watched as her hands went behind her back and she unhooked

    her bra. With one hand she tossed it over the side.

    There they were, like two perfectly shaped melons. They were

    phenomenal, from the size, the shape and her dark dusky pink nipples.

    Madison reached down and grabbed both my hands and propped

    them on top of her breasts.

    I couldn't believe it, I was touching Madison's breasts and

    they felt Awesome! My hands went in to over drive. I stroked, I squeezed, I
    tweaked, I caressed, I wanted to explore every inch of them.

    I had to sit up to get a closer look. With Madison still on

    my lap, I sat upright, my face practically touching them. Madison picked up on
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  • Pining for Madison: Part 1
    Pining for Madison: Part 1
    A school assignment changes everything.

    By Secretauthor2021, in 5 parts. Listen to the

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    The teacher sat there, just staring outward from his desk.

    He wore a look that said he didn't want to be here anymore than we did.

    The classroom itself was virtually empty. It was just me and

    one other student.

    It was a girl called Madison and she was sitting on the far

    end of the table, opposite me.

    I could see she was busy writing away on a piece of paper,

    prompting me to glance down at the piece of paper in front of me. I appeared to
    have written down 'I love Madison' at least a hundred times.

    The teacher stood up abruptly, the screech of his chair as

    it slid backwards against the floor, forced me to look up from my declaration
    of love for Madison.

    "I'm going for a smoke, you two finish your

    lines."

    With that, he left the room and slammed the door closed

    behind him. The noise echoed around the empty room.

    I looked across to Madison, who was now looking back at me

    smiling. I returned her smile with one of my own, when suddenly she stood up.

    I watched as she approached, standing over me briefly, her

    gaze alternating between my paper and me. As I prepared to speak, she
    gracefully lifted her leg and seamlessly positioned herself between me and the
    desk. With a confident move, she settled on my lap, facing me and assuming a
    straddling position.

    She began to gently grind on my lap, before touching the

    sides of my face, with her soft delicate hands.

    "Oh Adam! I want you so badly," she cried out,

    before starting to kiss me passionately.

    That's when she started to moan out my name.

    "Umm Adam, Adam, Adam."

    It was then I noticed the sound of her voice begin to

    change, it wasn't this soft seductive voice anymore, but more of a louder,
    persistent shouting.

    "Adam! Adam!"

    Madison faded away in front of me.

    "Adam! It s time to get up, you'll be late for

    school," a different, yet familiar voice called out.

    A chill swept over me as the duvet was abruptly pulled away.

    It was fortunate this time, that I wore underwear to bed.

    "Mom!" I cried back, then curled into a ball to

    keep warm.

    "Don't Mom me, I'm not your personal alarm clock. Now

    go get ready, and for god's sake, open a window, it stinks in here."

    I waited for her to leave the room, before slowly uncurling

    myself. She had just interrupted one of my favorite dreams about Madison, it
    was the one where we were stuck in detention, and we were just about to get to
    the best bit.

    I got up from my bed, yawned, stretched and then scratched.

    It was then I realized, I was pitching an almighty tent in my underwear. Glad
    mom didn't see that! I thought to myself.

    Like a zombie, I staggered to the bathroom slowly. Sliding

    the shower door open, I turned on the taps and removed my underwear to reveal
    what I had now began to refer to as the 'Madison Effect'.

    I jumped into the shower and let the water run over my face.

    As I relaxed under its warm embrace, my mind drifted back to Madison. She was
    perfect, she was pretty, she had a great body, and she was smart to boot. She
    ticked all my boxes, and I was crushing on her big time.

    It wasn't just the way she looked, sure she had beautiful

    long blonde hair that hugged her shoulders, a smile that could melt anyone's
    heart and eyes that sparkled like a mountain lake, but it was her smell, she
    always had this amazing floral scent, like an English garden.

    Before I knew it, I had started to fantasies again. I

    grabbed onto my raging boner and started to jerk off. My horny teenage mind,
    starting to peel off the layers of her clothing, imagining what her body would
    look like underneath.

    It didn't take me long to reach the point of no return. I

    held my swollen cock and did my best to angle it down towards the drain, which
    in itself was a challenge given the intensity of my arousal. I shot my load and
    watched the evidence disappear.

    Feeling slightly more awake, I continued to get ready for

    school. Not that I would ever thank her, but thanks to my mom's morning wakeup,
    I just managed to make the school bus on time.

    As I boarded the bus, that's when I noticed her - my

    beautiful Madison, seated in the front row. I couldn't help but smile at her to
    which she reciprocated. Walking past her, I caught a delightful whiff of that
    incredible floral scent, a fragrance that seemed to lift me up.

    A few rows behind her, my best friend Ethan had, as usual,

    reserved a seat for me. I settled in next to him, my attention divided as I
    found it hard to tear my eyes away from Madison.

    "Dude, you are so obvious," he said.

    "What?"

    "You're giving off all sorts of creepy stalker

    vibes."

    "I am?"

    "Yes, relax, play it cool," he suggested, as if he

    held the secrets to understanding all women.

    "Like you're the expert," I rebuked.

    "Excuse me, how many girls have you been with? That's

    right zero, whereas I have kissed one."

    "It doesn't count if she's your cousin Eth."

    "It does too."

    Ethan and I bantered back and forth like this until we

    reached school.

    The first thing we did was head to our lockers to grab our

    stuff for the upcoming lesson. As we collected our books, Ethan began
    discussing our plans for the weekend. In the midst of our conversation, Madison
    strolled past, gracing me with a quick sideways glance and a smile,
    effortlessly tucking her hair behind her ear. At this point, I had completely
    stopped listening to Ethan and I only had eyes for her.

    "So, how about it?" Ethan asked, nudging me and

    snapping me out of my trance.

    "How about what?" I responded, somewhat confused.

    "Were you even listening to me?"

    "Yeah, of course I was, but I just saw her."

    "Dude, you've got it bad."

    "I know, but she's perfect."

    "Okay, if you say so."

    "What? You don't think she's perfect?" I said

    defensively, ready to defend my beloved Madison.

    "She's alright, I guess. She's no Charlotte

    though," Ethan said, tilting his head towards the girl at the end of the
    lockers. Charlotte, head cheerleader, had all the boys chasing after her.

    "Please, Charlotte is just a walking pair of tits, she

    doesn't have a patch on Madison."

    I audibly swooned.

    "I can live with a walking pair of tits," Ethan

    then said smirking.

    "I bet you can, now let's get moving our we'll be late

    for class."

    Our first lesson was Biology. As we entered the classroom,

    we were immediately taken aback.

    Instead of the usual freedom to sit where we wanted, each

    seat had a name card in front of it. We all looked at each other at first,
    wondering what the hell was going on, before scanning the rows to look for our
    name and going along with it.

    It soon became apparent, that the seats were arranged in a

    way that every boy sat next to a girl.

    As I sat down in my allotted seat, I caught the scent of a

    very familiar fragrance. My whole body reacted to it and that's when she sat
    down next to me. I was now sitting next to Madison. This day just got a whole
    lot better.

    I pulled out my notebook and pen, and then watched as

    Madison did the same. Her things were so neat, and she was so organized, unlike
    me, where the corners of my notebook were all curled up from being haphazardly
    stuffed in my bag.

    "Okay, now that you're all settled." Mrs.

    Wrentmore announced at the front of the classroom.

    The class turned to fixate on the middle-aged woman, dressed

    in the long tan skirt and cream colored cardigan at the front of the room.

    "Today, we're going to talk about Sex! Yes, that's

    right, get your giggles out of the way now, because this is serious
    class." She said, pacing up and down the length of the classroom.

    "Today's lesson will be split into Two parts," she

    said emphasizing the word two, then pausing for a moment.

    "Part one - Sexual Health," she said holding up

    one finger in the air, "and part two Reproduction." she followed with
    a second finger, inadvertently making the sign for peace.

    "So, let's get started, shall we." Mrs. Wrentmore

    said clapping her hands together.

    "The CDC state that 78% of you, by the time you've

    reached the age of twenty would have had your first sexual experience."

    The class watched as she walked over to a drawer in the

    corner of the room.

    "So, in all likelihood, some of you, as you're all

    eighteen by now, have most likely had one. You're all technically adults, so no
    judgement there, but if you have, I hope you were all being responsible."

    The class started looking around at each other, no doubt

    mentally working out who were the ones most likely to be having sex.

    Mrs. Wrentmore pulled a bag from the drawer and walked to

    the end of the first row of desks.

    "As such, the school health board and the student body,

    have authorized me to hand out and make available to you these."

    She held up the bag for all to see.

    "No, they are not free balloons, but condoms. Designed

    to keep you safe from STD and of course, unwanted pregnancies."

    She handed out a few to the person sitting at the end of the

    desk.

    "Please pass these on to all the boys on the row,"

    she asked the girl sitting closest to her.

    The condoms were passed down, one by one, until each boy on

    the row had one.

    Mrs. Wrentmore repeated the process, moving down each row in

    the classroom. When she reached my row, Madison handed me a condom, giving me a
    quick once-over that left me blushing, as if she were playfully imagining what
    I'd have to do with it.

    "I am giving these out to the boys, because it is Your

    responsibility to wear protection, not your partners."

    She went on to talk about the rise in STD and how we should

    all be practicing safe sex. This pretty much covered part one of her lesson
    plan.

    "Now that part one is concluded. I hope you've all

    learnt something valuable and that if you are sexually active, you continue to
    be safe. Now on to part two."

    She returned back to the front of the class and began

    talking about reproduction, the differences between males and females. We sat
    there listening and looking at diagrams in our text books.

    There wasn't much time left to the lesson, when Mrs.

    Wrentmore announced what the assignment would be.

    "Now, I bet you're all wondering, why I sat you all in

    this order. Well wonder no more, class! Your assignment is to work with the
    person next to you, and here's the twist."

    She paused for dramatic effect.

    "In an effort to foster a greater understanding of the

    opposite sex, which I think is incredibly important. Boy's you will write a
    report on the girls reproductive system and girls you will write a report on
    the boys, then when you've done your individual assignments, you will then need
    to work together, to combine your new found knowledge into a report."

    The class was somewhat stunned by this, with each of us

    looking at the person sitting next to us.

    Madison and I exchanged looks with each other.

    "I guess we're working together then," she said,

    tucking her hair behind her ear again.

    I wanted to sound cool, but all I could say was,

    "yeah."

    "Do you want to meet up in the library later to

    prep?" Madison asked.

    "Sure, yes, that would be great." I replied

    sounding a little bit too eager.

    "Okay, I'll see you there."

    She stood up and smiled at me once more and left with one of

    her friends. I could see them whispering amongst themselves, when just before
    they left the classroom, she looked back at me and gave me another one of her
    dazzling smiles.

    I was dumbstruck, I actually had a conversation with

    Madison, and not only that I get to work with her too. I'm not sure how
    comfortable I'll be with the subject matter, but hey, I get to spend time with
    the marvelous Madison, so who cares.

    I met up with Ethan, and he could tell how excited I was to

    be working with Madison.

    "Right, don't mess this up man. This is the perfect

    opportunity to ask her out."

    "I can't, what if she says no?"

    "Then at least you know."

    "I can't."

    "Yes you can. It's time dude, it's been like five

    years. You got this."

    I mulled over Ethan's encouragement; he was right of course.

    It had been five years, and I had done absolutely nothing about it. Was this my
    chance?

    After our lessons had finished, I left Ethan to go find

    Madison in the school library. As I pushed open the door, the smell of old
    books was over powering. I walked past the front desk and headed towards the
    study area. I couldn't see any sign of Madison, so I started to look up and
    down the book aisles, in case she was there.

    I headed to the science section, the most probable place to

    find her given the assignment. I passed through Physics, then Chemistry before
    finally reaching Biology. Bingo! There she was. When she saw me, she gave a
    little wave, and I approached her.

    "Hey."

    "Hey, so what are you looking at, books?" I

    responded, cringing internally. Books! Of course, books, you Tool! We're in a
    bloody library.

    "Yep, lots of books here," she said, smiling to

    herself as she skimmed through a page in the book she was holding.

    Slowly but surely, I was reaching peak nervousness, and it

    started to show. When nervousness shows, awkwardness isn't far behind.

    "Sorry, it was a stupid thing to say. Of course, it's

    books," I replied.

    "I'm Adam," I said.

    "I know who you are, silly! We've been in the same

    class for like five years."

    "Sorry, of course you do," I said, my face turning

    bright red.

    I then tried to recover from my complete lack of cool by

    leaning against the bookshelf. With my arm outstretched, I placed my hand and
    subsequently my weight on a row of books. It soon became apparent that there
    was no backing to the shelf holding the books in place. As a result, they all
    tumbled off the shelf onto the floor on the other side of the next aisle down,
    causing me to stumble into the bookshelf itself, humiliating myself further.

    I quickly pulled myself back and tried to compose myself.

    "Are you okay?" Madison asked, touching the side

    of my arm.

    "Yeah, I'm fine, just a little..."

    "Just a little what?"

    "Nothing, it's okay. So, what are we reading?" I

    said, keen to change the subject after making a complete tit of myself.

    "Well, I've found these books."

    Madison handed me a book to hold, but I didn't quite grab it

    properly, and it slipped out of my hand. Instinctively, we both reached down to
    catch it, causing us to bump heads.

    "Oww!" Madison cried out.

    "Oh my god, I am so sorry."

    As if things weren't going well already, my meeting with

    Madison was practically slapstick at this point. Please, Lord, just strike me
    down now and put me out of this misery.

    "It's okay. Guess we're both to blame for that one.

    Let's go sit down, in case we hurt each other again," she joked.

    We went over to the study area and sat down next to each

    other at a desk, placing our books in front of us.

    "So, where do we start?" I asked nervously.

    "Well, I guess I'm starting with the penis,"

    Madison replied, with a little wink.

    "In that case, I'll start with your vagina, I mean the

    vagina. Sorry not yours, not that there's anything wrong with your vagina, I'm
    guessing, not that I've seen your vagina. Oh boy."

    I wanted to cram my fist into my mouth to stop myself, I had

    said the word vagina way too many times in one sentence.

    At this point, I had turned into what could only be

    described as a violent shade of red.

    Madison looked at me and burst out laughing.

    "You are so funny, you just dig yourself into all these

    little holes."

    "Yeah, it's quite the gift I've got. I think they call

    it foot-in-mouth disease."

    Madison laughed again. She had such a melodic laugh; I could

    have listened to it all day.

    "Let's just start reading shall we, then we'll compare

    notes."

    I nodded my head in agreement, in fear that I might say

    something stupid again.

    We red through our biology books in silence for the next ten

    minutes, when Madison declared she was bored of reading.

    She propped up her book, brought out her phone, and hid it

    behind the upright book.

    It looked as though; she was scrolling through pictures. It

    took me a moment to realize what she was looking at. Madison was busy scrolling
    through a photo gallery of men s cocks.

    Well this was certainly a side to Madison I didn't expect to

    see.

    "Um, what are you doing?" I whispered.

    "I'm just curious, I can't exactly write about

    something I've never seen before, now can I? Besides, I'm more of a visual
    learner you know. I like pictures and diagrams."

    "Maybe the school library, isn't the best place for

    that kind of learning." I said worried someone would see and report us.

    "Hmm, maybe you're right," she said, then closing

    her browser down, just as someone walked behind us.

    "Tell you what, why don't you come around to mine

    tonight and we can study then."

    Oh my god, Madison had just invited me to her house. Her

    actual house! The place where she lived. Be cool, be cool I recited in my head.

    "Sure, I can do that."

    "Great, here's my address."

    Madison wrote her address on the back page of my notebook.

    "See you at six?"

    "It's a date. I mean not a date date. A study date. Oh

    boy, I'm doing it again."

    "Uh huh," Madison said, amused by my awkwardness.

    "I'm sorry."

    "Don't worry about it, it's kinda adorable. Anyway,

    I'll catch you later."

    As I watched Madison walk away, I did everything I could to

    suppress my excitement. As soon as she left the library, I punched the air
    triumphantly, eliciting some strange looks from the other library users.

    I couldn't believe it; I was actually going to Madison's

    house. I know it's not an actual date, but it's gotta count for something
    right? and then there was that last remark, she called me adorable. Needless to
    say, I was on cloud nine from this point forward.

    As soon as school finished, I hurried home to get ready. I

    took a shower, then empty my closet and threw all my clothes on to my bed.

    What should I wear? It should probably be a little bit

    smart, I thought, then cleared my old t-shirts from the bed. I was left with a
    check shirt and one of my newer t-shirts. I couldn't decide on which one, so I
    thought I'd wear them both.

    I practically choked myself with deodorant, then got

    dressed. Once I was ready, I kinda sat there on my bed, willing time to go
    faster. I didn't want to be too early, or late in case it made a bad
    impression.

    It was coming up to five thirty. This was it, I'm leaving

    now I told myself. I grabbed my school bag and headed downstairs.

    I went into the living room, to tell my folks I'd be going

    out.

    "You look nice," my mom said.

    "Thanks."

    "So, where are you off too then?" my dad asked.

    "I've got a study session with a friend,"

    "A 'Girl' friend?" my mom asked.

    "Mom!" I whined.

    "Well, I hope he didn't get dressed up like that for

    Ethan." My dad added.

    "Dad!" I whined again.

    "Yes, if you must know the friend is a girl, but she's

    not my girlfriend."

    "Is she pretty?"

    "Mom!"

    "What? I'm just asking."

    "Yes, mom. She is pretty." I replied, somewhat

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  • The Mail-order Space Bride.
    The Mail-order Space Bride.
    He had to wait five years for her.

    Based on a post by Farmer

    jill. Listen to the Podcast at My First Time.



    Forward:

    This story is about a first time, two virgins no less. However, the setting is
    in a dystopian future. If sci-fi is not your thing, you might still like this.
    Be brave.

    Many are

    fascinated by the concept of the "mail order bride." It still occurs
    today, but with instant communications, etc., it is not as interesting or
    romantic as back in the "good old days" of the American Wild West.
    Maybe this will happen again one day in the future, who knows?

    Marco’s Day of Choosing

    Marco Mendes finished climbing until he reached the top of

    the hill. It wasn't a mountain or even a very tall hill, those were for the
    rich. He wanted one last look around at his part of the Rio-Paulo Metropolitan
    Area before he left. Colloquially known as Rio Paolo or Super Favela. Marco had
    been told that Rio Paolo had over 150 million inhabitants. Rio Paolo is a city
    in what used to be the old country of Brazil. Not that long ago, Brazil had
    that many people in the whole country. He couldn't confirm this because there
    was no longer access to the internet, nor were there things called
    "encyclopedias." The old timers talked about being able to
    "google" anything on the internet, but that was before the changes.
    Now only the rich could "google" things if that even still existed.
    Books didn't exist at all. Everything was on screens, and the screens only
    showed what was allowed by the ‘Corporate Council’.

    Since the changes what could you find out? The screens

    everywhere gave you the weather, news, and, of course, sports. Yet you couldn't
    ask the screens questions, and everyone knew you couldn't always trust what was
    on the screens. You could trust the weather and the sports, but the news not at
    all. However, Marco was about to leave the Rio Paolo, and Earth behind for Orion
    6A. Rumor had it that once he boarded the spaceship he would get to use the
    internet. Marco would believe it, and all the other stories; when he saw it.

    Yet Marco had to give it a try. He looked down at the Super

    Favela and all its misery. In centuries past, they were called shanty towns.
    But Super Favela was a massive city of shacks.

     They didn't starve, but the food was bland and of

    questionable origin. They had homes, but they were small and uncomfortable,
    especially when it rained. They had each other, but what did that mean?

    Dreams of Marriage.

     A family of your own seemed like an eternity away. It was a

    process of 10 years, to apply for a wife! Maybe you wouldn't get approval.

    Marco wasn't interested in casual sex. He wanted a family,

    and that would take 11 years here in the Rio Paulo or anywhere on Earth. That
    was only if it was approved and he survived. Most of the jobs for men like him
    were dangerous, especially at first. No one seemed to care if young men died.

    Tomorrow was his 18th birthday. The official Day of Choosing

    a vocation. Marco had already chosen last week. The options were pretty
    limited, but you had to take one, or they picked for you. Marco had heard some
    places on Earth there was no choice, you were just assigned something. Other
    places used an aptitude test like the one Marco had taken. Marco had done the
    aptitude test at age 16, like everyone else. He was not selected for
    "streaming.' Marco was not going to be an athlete, nor was he smart enough
    for university, that's where the streaming took you. Oh, and of course, if you
    were really good-looking, you were also "streamed." Streamlined right
    into someone, or multiple someones’ bed. Yet that mostly happened to the girls.
    A guy had to be a real stunning hunk to be streamed; and Marco was not.

    Then there was the security force. You didn't get to choose

    them, they chose you; and then you left old Brazil. You would be trained and
    stationed somewhere else to keep other people in line. Just like to the
    cold-hearted bastards who patrolled the Rio Paolo. They rotated them through,
    frequently; 6 months to a year, and another group arrived. You could tell they
    were different because their English would have a different accent than yours
    and the last bunch.

    Like most boys in Rio Paolo, Marco wanted to play football (Americans

    used to call it soccer.) he had no interest in university, even if he made the
    grades. Marco wasn't that great at school, nor football.

    What were the choices open to Marco? He could stay in Rio

    Paolo, and be chosen for a job. That job could be anything from a factory
    worker to a ditch digger. Low pay, no hope for advancement, and a ten-year wait
    to apply to get married. He could go to the Amazon and work on a mine or farm,
    but the only difference with that would be the location. Hard labor, high
    chance of injury. Yes, there were softer jobs, but first you had to pass
    through the hard ones.

    Then there were the off-world options. The jobs were

    dangerous, and you would never see Earth again. However, the pay was high, the
    benefits were good, and you could order a bride after only 5 years. No applying
    for marriage, nope, you just ordered a bride, and when she arrived, you were
    married. What would you know about your mail-order bride? You would see her
    picture and where she was born. You also knew she was 18 years old. That was an
    option for women when it was their "Day of Choosing." The bride also
    would show up without the "shot." Every woman from puberty was given
    the "shot." It prevented pregnancy and was re-administered every year.
    The government would not tolerate pregnancy among the unmarried.

    The problem was the effect of the shot was cumulative. If Marco

    stayed on Earth and had to wait the ten years to request a marriage to an
    agreeable woman. She would probably be about the same age as you. No
    18-year-old brides on Earth. The woman would have had at least 15 years of
    shots by the age of 28, and the chance of conception was rare for at least 2
    years. You are allowed a six-year window to have children, so the timeline was
    tight. Few couples had two children, many only one, and too often there were
    none. Yet those were the rules. Trying to circumvent or worse, fight them was
    not an option. The cold-hearted bastards would show up, and you would never be
    seen again.

    How did Marco know all of this? The old timers of course;

    told their tales. Much of it Marco believed to be true. Then there was the
    communication from cousins and friends who had left after the day of choosing.
    They sent back tales of their new lives. The people who stayed in the same area
    also told their tales of work and lives since choosing. Finally, there was what
    you saw with your own eyes. People who tried to move in together and therefore
    be illegally married who were taken away. People who spoke out about the changes;
    just disappeared, without a trace. Sometimes, if you were up late at night, you
    could see the armored vehicles come and disappear someone. Actions of the
    Corporate Council. No trial, no conviction.

    Once, Marco's family had a neighbor man who moved the woman

    he wanted to marry, into his house, without waiting 10 years or asking
    permission. Permission would never have been granted, and they only lived
    together for 10 days. Marco was up early on day 11,and he saw the couple taken
    away. The cold-hearted security bastards of the Corporate Council showed how
    they earned the reputation that morning. Marco watched the couple be beaten as
    they were dragged into the vehicle. There was blood on the ground, and everyone
    tried to ignore it, until the rain washed it away days later.

    Marco had opted for off-world. He had chosen working for

    Impact Mining. They were an off-world conglomerate that owned all the mining
    rights to Orion 6A. Marco would learn the people who lived there, called the
    planet Eldorado. He would learn all about Eldorado, and a great many other
    things; once on the spaceship.

    Marco took one more look around at Rio Paolo. The misery was

    oppressive. 150 million people going through the motions of living. Marco
    didn't know how many rich people lived in RP. Their lives were definitely
    different, and the 150 million knew it! On the day of choosing, you couldn't
    get a position cleaning, or cooking, or what have you, for those rich. Later
    you were recruited to those positions, once you had served your time in your
    job of "choosing." There actually was a fair amount of opportunity to
    change jobs at that time, but they were still low-paying, and had no future.

    Marco shook his head and then went back home. His parents

    were having the traditional "Day of Choosing" party for him. Marco's
    would be more poignant because he was going away forever. It was a somber
    affair and Marco said his goodbyes. He would be gone very early in the morning
    to catch the shuttle to the moon and his spaceship.

    Space Travel, Internet, And History.

    The rumors about the internet would turn out to be true! Marco

    spent much of his time in transit to Eldorado learning how much he didn't know.
    The trip would take three months, and it was notable for the food and the
    internet. Marco would not believe the variety and the taste of the food! It was
    all 'cooked' not just bland reheated packages. When he entered that ship it was
    a revelation to Marco, and he was told it would get better on Eldorado.

    The internet, or more precisely, Marco learned, the ship's

    computer network had a huge 'database' of information for Marco to absorb. Of
    course, Marco didn't have access to everything, but he did have access to more
    than he could imagine. Marco learned about the 'Changes' and how that
    transformed the world, including his homeland of Brazil. It was a time of war,
    chaos, and fear. The resulting political consolidation by the world's large
    corporations and simultaneous population boom led to the "Day of
    Choosing" and the Metropolitan Areas. The population needed to be
    contained, otherwise it would overrun the farmland required to feed it.

    No one seemed to know what sparked the trouble that resulted

    in the Changes. The consensus was that the pressure from overpopulation, unfair
    distribution of wealth between nations, and government measures to stop yet
    another plague; boiled over. Wars and civil wars erupted all over the Earth.
    Genocides occurred, as well as plenty of destruction. Much of Africa and Asia
    was a bloodbath. Europe's unity shattered. North and South America saw a series
    of coups, and counter-coups, as well as war. When the dust cleared, five years
    later, the world was now run by the corporations; the Corporate Council by name.
    Lead by the arms industry, they consolidated power by monopolizing the control
    of weapons, food, and fuel. The other corporations gladly joined them and after
    a few more years their power was unmatched in human history.

    The population of the Earth was pushed into

    "metropolitan areas" based on the old distribution of population. The
    areas were shrunk though and the areas outside them were for commodity
    extraction or agriculture. There also were large swaths of land set aside as
    reserves to offset the climate changes. Travel was highly restricted between
    the areas and that was mostly by air. The roads and rail lines that were kept
    were for the movement of materials. The other roads, small towns and cities
    were destroyed or abandoned to return them to nature.

    Eldorado Hardships

    When Marco arrived at Eldorado he didn't have anymore time

    to think about what he learned, as he was assigned the most dangerous job on
    the planet. It was the job of capturing mineral laden meteors as they
    approached the planet. If you could grab them before they entered the
    atmosphere the mineral payload was better. The trick was not being smashed to
    bits by the meteors or having the meteor's breach your ships integrity and
    dying of asphyxiation. This was normal and Marco knew he would spend a year in
    this or a similar job. Over a third of those assigned would be killed and
    another third injured in someway. No one even called him Marco, he was just
    J-9870112, his company ID number. Yet when the year was up, Marco went to work
    in the refinery and his life changed. He now was Marco. Out of the temporary
    barracks into the permanent apartments. He made friends, worked hard, and
    waited.

    Communication back to Earth was possible but not easy. Only

    the rich or the company could get instant communication back to Earth. The rest
    of the people had to send mail. You could buy a video cube, record yourself,
    and your family could watch it. You could write or type an actual letter on
    paper and put it in an envelope. The bottom line is that it has to be a
    physical object that can be loaded on the cargo ship. There is plenty of room
    for a letter on those massive ships. They come here mostly empty, mostly things
    that could not be made on Eldorado. Then the ships would leave full of
    processed ore. A ship arrived every 3 months.

    Placing an order for a woman.

    Impact was a good company to work for. They let Marco put in

    his request for a mail order bride on the cargo ship 3 months early. Some
    companies made you wait the full 5 years before you could put in your request.
    This way she would come 3 months earlier, a real bonus. There was plenty of
    joking about the idea of a 'mail order bride." Marco researched it on the
    computer, and it came from 19th century America on Earth. From what he read, he
    was not surprised that it happened. Men get lonely out on the frontier. Men
    also got in way more trouble the greater the ratio of men to available women.
    Eldorado didn't have enough of a population base to produce enough eligible
    surplus women. There was also no "Day of Choosing" on Eldorado.
    People could freely choose what to work at and whom to marry, when they felt
    like it. There were no age restrictions and the "shot" was voluntary.

    Marco had looked through the catalogues of women for a month

    before finding the girl he wanted. He didn't know what it was about her, that
    struck him. But he knew he wanted her from the moment he saw her. Her name was Angela
    Stemple, and she was born in a place called Bridgewater in the Eastern Seaboard
    Metropolitan Area. He researched it, and the people there call it the BBA,
    short for the Big Big Apple. The BBA, of course had the world's capital in it,
    New York City. Where else would the corporations want the headquarters?

    From what Marco could see in the picture, Angela was not

    very tall but evenly proportioned. He printed off a picture of her for his wall
    at home and his workplace at the refinery. Marco's mail order spent 3 months in
    transit to Earth and his mail order bride spent 3 months traveling to Eldorado.
    All Marco thought about besides being safe at work, was Angela; for those 6
    months. He dreamed of her and talked to his friends about her. His married
    friends told him about their mail-order bride experience. His friends, awaiting
    their own bride, commiserated on the wait. It would all be worth it, all his
    friends said.

    The Group Wedding Event

    The day before the cargo ship arrived, Impact started the

    preparations for the bride's arrival. The best hotel in Barkerville, (Joe Baker
    was the name of a former CEO.) was reserved in its entirety for the event. The
    meeting of brides would occur in the grand ballroom. There would also be the
    wedding ceremony. A banquet would then be held in the revolving restaurant on
    top of the hotel. Finally, the best fifty rooms would be given to the 50
    newlywed couples, for the night. The actual bridal suit would be given to one lucky
    couple in a draw at the banquet. Impact also gave all of their newly-married
    workers the week off with pay, to settle in with their new wives.

    Marco finished his shift the next day at four. He went home

    and showered, shaved, and put on his new suit. He was so nervous he could
    hardly button his shirt up. He then went to the hotel, arriving at 5:30. Most
    of the other future husbands were already there, helping themselves to some ‘liquid
    courage’ at the free bar. Marco opted for water. He seldom drank alcohol. To
    him, it just led to trouble. On Eldorado most of the miners who arrived, spent
    their first few years drinking and whoring. Not Marco, for one thing, he was a
    virgin, and the second thing was he dreamed of being 'middle class.'

    Marco had learned about this on the internet and most the

    people on Eldorado would be considered middle class. They owned their own
    homes, could do the job they wanted, and could have kids who would never have a
    Day of Choosing. Marco had been saving all of his paychecks to buy a house for
    his mail-order bride. Others would spend years in the company apartments
    because they partied their money away. Marco didn't regret his decision to
    remain a virgin, he had been raised Catholic; and the prostitutes in
    Barkerville were expensive. Marco also wanted his first time with Angela to be
    extra special.

    Angela, meanwhile; was just getting into the coach bus to

    take her to the hotel. She had spent the last four hours after getting off the
    cargo ship at the spa. Impact paid for all of the mail order brides to get the
    full package. Next door to the spa was a high-end ladies clothing store. Angela
    was wearing a beautiful new dress from the store, complete with new lingerie
    underneath. Impact paid for that as well. Angela felt like Cinderella going to
    the ball.

    Marco and the other men were getting anxious. Some were

    drinking too much out of nervousness. Some were telling jokes with their
    friends, to kill the time. Marco was just standing alone, drinking some water,
    thinking about Angela.

    Marco was startled when it was announced that the brides had

    arrived. All of the men eagerly turned toward the large double doors of the
    hall. Music started playing in the background. Of course it was 'here comes the
    bride." Two Impact men moved toward the doors and opened them at the same
    time. First in line was the marriage commissioner, but no one looked twice at
    him. All eyes were on the lovely ladies behind him. The women followed the
    commissioner into the room, nervously trying to find their groom.

    Angela was looking at the group of men, but could not find Marco.

    She had posted his picture on the wall in her cabin on the ship and was
    positive she would recognize him. She started to worry he was not there.
    Something bad had happened while she was in transit. All kinds of dark thoughts
    filled her mind. This did happen sometimes. Meanwhile Marco had spotted Angela.
    She was even more beautiful in real life, than her picture. Since Marco was not
    with the main group, she still couldn't see him and started to panic.

    Marco moved forward, toward Angela, and then she saw him. He

    looked like a dream come true. She was captivated. She was so enthralled with Marco
    she couldn't move, but soon he was before her. Marco stopped just outside of
    her personal space. He was drinking her in, and she was doing the same with
    him.

    "I am pleased to finally meet you Angela, you are

    better in person, than in my dreams."

    Angela could barely hear his words; her heart was beating so

    loudly. She knew he had said something, and tried to find her voice,

    "Marco."

    That was all she could get out. Then Marco held out his hand

    for her, and she took it in her own.

    "May I kiss you Angela?"

    Angela couldn't form words, so she simply nodded, ‘yes.’

    Marco gently pulled on her hand and Angela moved forward her

    face looking upward at the taller man. Marco slowly brought his mouth down on
    hers. Her lips were so soft as he kissed her. He started to pull back but then
    went in for another kiss. Angela couldn't believe she was finally kissing a man
    who wasn't related to her. She wanted more and used her free hand to pull Marco's
    head closer. Their tongues both had the same idea at the same time and met in
    the middle of the kiss.

    Like many of the couples Marco and Angela were oblivious to

    everything and everyone but themselves. Their kiss dee

    44 min
  • It Took Cupid’s Army
    It Took Cupid’s Army
    Can I woo the girl who knows my embarrassing childhood?

    Based on a post by Mac G.

    Listen to the podcast at Connected.



    Even though it is right in front of you, you don't always

    see what's good for you. Sometimes you need a little nudge. This is about a
    couple of mine.

    When I was five, Jenny's family moved in directly across the

    street from us. Our families became good friends right away. Due to the fact
    that there was nobody else our age living nearby (Jenny is three months older
    than I am), we soon became inseparable.

    She had no trouble keeping up with me in the rough and tumble

    things I wanted to do, and I had no problems playing house with her when she
    wanted. One of our parents always had to shoo us home at night because we would
    never think about it ourselves. I once tried to get my parents to let Jenny
    spend the night, but they said it was not right for girls to spend the night
    with boys.

    Although I missed it at the time, the first indication that

    Jenny and I would end up together came when we were fourteen. I was over at her
    house watching TV with her and her dad. As we sat there, the doorbell rang.
    Jenny got up to answer it. She came back a moment later followed by a
    policeman.

    "Mr. Adams," he said, "I'm afraid I have some

    bad news."

    Jenny's dad got up to stand next to her. I stood a few feet

    behind them.

    "I'm really sorry to say that there has been an

    accident. A drunk ran a red light and hit your wife's car," the policeman
    stated.

    "What! When? Where? How is she?" Mr. Adams asked.

    "The paramedics did their best, but I'm afraid she

    didn't make it. I am truly sorry."

    At this point, Jenny turned around and looked at me, tears

    pouring from her eyes. She ran to me, buried her head in my shoulder and
    sobbed. I guided her to the couch and sat her down. Holding her gently, I let
    her cry herself out, trying to soothe her as best as I could.

    After about fifteen minutes, Mr. Adams finished up with the

    policeman and came over to sit next to us. Jenny had calmed down a little and
    was just crying lightly. He took Jenny in his arms and held her. I got up and
    called my parents telling them what had happened. They both came right over.

    After a lot of consoling and grief, Dad left with Mr. Adams

    to tend to the body while Mom stayed with Jenny and I. Mom told me later how
    proud she was of me and for handling the situation and comforting Jenny so
    well. Years later, Mr. Adams said he'd kill me if I told Jenny, but that it
    hurt a little when Jenny turned to me, instead of him, for comfort upon hearing
    the news about her mom.

    The First Nudge

    I have always thought differently about Jenny than anyone

    else. Even during those awkward adolescent times all boys go through in which
    girls are gross and have cooties, I never felt that way about Jenny. It was
    like my mind thought, 'That's not a girl, that's Jenny'. The trouble was that
    as I grew into a teenager and began to notice girls, it was the same thing; I
    didn't realize just how beautiful Jenny was becoming.

    Ironically, it was on a date with someone else in the summer

    between our Junior and Senior years that her beauty was pointed out to me. We
    had been having a great time: Dinner, movie, and ice cream afterwards. It was
    close to time to take my date home.

    "Anne, can I ask you a question?" I asked.

    "Sure, what's up?"

    "Well, when I asked you out, you seemed a little

    surprised. Pleased, but surprised. I got the same response from Sarah Jansen
    last month, and I was wondering if it was true you were surprised, and if so,
    why?"

    Anne smiled and hesitated a moment before answering.

    "Yes, it's true I was a little surprised and I'm sure

    Sarah was as well. The reason is we keep expecting you two knuckleheads to wake
    up and see what a good thing you've got."

    "Knuckleheads? What two knuckleheads?" I asked.

    "Okay, it looks like it's up to me to straighten you

    out, although I really shouldn't," she sighed. "I'm going to do this
    in a roundabout way. I'm going to ask you a bunch of questions. Some of them
    may seem silly, and some might be embarrassing, but I need you to trust me and
    answer them all honestly."

    "Okay, I'll try."

    "Good. Now first question: Do you think I'm

    pretty?"

    "Of course I do. Most guys in school do."

    "Thank you," she said, blushing a little,

    "Now, I know all guys have different ideas about the ideal woman, but am I
    your ideal? Be honest."

    "No, you're not." I said a little chagrinned.

    "Hey, don't worry about it. I asked for honesty. I'm

    somebody's ideal and I'll find them one day. Let's concentrate on your ideal
    woman. I'll say an attribute and you tell me what you like. You okay with
    this?"

    "I guess."

    "Ok, height?"

    "Your height, perhaps a little taller."

    "Hair?"

    "Red, long and straight."

    "Longer than my shoulder length?" Anne asked.

    "Yes."

    "Eyes?"

    "Green."

    "Mouth?"

    "Don't know. Never thought about that."

    "Not a problem. Now, don't get embarrassed, but look at

    my tits."

    I couldn't help it, I turned crimson, but I looked briefly.

    She had very nice tits.

    "That's what I like about you, Tony; even with

    permission you don't ogle at a girl's chest. Most guys would be glued there
    right now. Ok, what would you change?"

    "Nothing, I really like your tits," I said,

    turning even redder, if that were possible.

    "Thanks, so do I. There's definitely something there to

    attract attention, but not too much. What about the butt? Do you like big
    butts?"

    "Not really."

    "What about legs?"

    "Long, with a good muscle structure."

    "Great. Now, here is what you just told me is your

    ideal woman; 5'9" or 5'10" tall, long, straight red hair, green eyes,
    an athletic build, long muscular legs leading up to a nice tight butt. Is that
    an accurate description?"

    "Yes, that would be correct."

    "And you still don't see it do you?"

    "I guess not. See what?"

    "You just perfectly described Jenny Adams."

    I sat there for a moment. She was right of course, but I had

    never made the connection.

    "Did you know that most guys think Jenny is the best

    looking girl in school? Many also think you are an idiot for not dating her.
    You've been best friends for so long you two cannot see it any other way. You
    should start looking at Jenny as the beautiful woman she is. With the great
    friendship you've already built, you two would make a perfect couple. Think
    about it, you dope," Anne ordered with a grin.

    "I will, I promise," I said. "Now, I'd better

    get you home before your dad sends out the posse."

    I drove her home in silence. When I walked her to the door,

    I said, "Thanks a lot for telling me that, Anne. I guess it's true it's
    sometimes hard to see what is right in front of your nose."

    "You're welcome. I'm sure you two will be very happy

    together. Now, I don't usually do this on a first date, but as I'm pretty sure
    I've just ensured there won't be a second one, kiss me good night."

    "Gladly."

    I leaned forward and gave her a gentle kiss. She was having

    none of that. Throwing her arms around my neck she pulled me in for a nice,
    hard kiss. It seemed to last forever, breaking only when we ran out of air.

    "Thanks, that's just what I wanted," she said

    smiling. "Now, go get her, Tiger!" With that, she turned and went
    inside.

    It's a good thing the route home was so familiar, as I was

    not paying too much attention to where I was going; I was thinking about Jenny.
    She was beautiful. She was also a great person. She was funny and fun to be
    around; kind to everyone; caring with genuine compassion; helpful whenever you
    needed her. She had so many wonderful qualities that it's hard to think of them
    all.

    Two days later, Jenny was over at my house watching TV. As

    the movie ended, she turned to me, saying, "Okay, Tony, what's up? You've
    been quiet all day and you've been giving me some funny looks."

    I hesitated before answering, unsure as to how to answer. I

    was really nervous about how this would go. I took a deep breath.

    "Jenny, will you go out with me on Friday?" I

    asked her.

    "Sure, we can get together and..."

    "No, please, that's not what I mean. I don't want to

    just get together; I want to go on a date, a real date."

    She looked at me with her eyebrows raised. I could see the

    wonder in her eyes.

    "Look, Jenny, I know we've been friends for a long

    time, you've always been my best friend, but lately I've been seeing you in a
    different light. I've always known you were pretty, but I'm starting to see
    just how beautiful you really are. I've always known you were a girl, but now
    I'm seeing you as a woman. We're friends but I'd like to see if maybe we could
    be more."

    She sat there, deep in thought. I waited for her to decide.

    After several minutes I added, "I know this is sudden.

    You don't have to answer now if you want to think about it for a while. Don't
    be afraid to say no. Nothing will change if you say no."

    She smiled at me and said, "I don't need to wait. Of

    course I'll go on a date with you. I just wasn't expecting it. What brought
    this about?"

    "I'll tell you, I promise, but not right now. What time

    do you want to start?"

    "Um, I'll let you know."

    "Fine. Want a Coke?"

    "Sure."

    I went a got one for each of us. We watched some more TV,

    neither one of us talking much. When she left to go home, she paused at the
    door and gave me a long look, smiling slightly.

    The rest of the week seemed to last forever. Jenny must have

    said something to her dad, and he spoke to my parents, because on Wednesday
    evening Mom came into my room, announcing, "Let me know what you plan on
    wearing for your big date Friday, and I'll make sure it's clean and nicely
    pressed."

    "Okay, Mom, thanks. I'm not sure...wait, how did you

    know about Friday?"

    "Moms just know," she said, grinning. "If

    there's anything else I can do for you, let me know."

    When Friday came, I had still not told her what I wanted to

    wear, having changed my mind several times. I went out in the afternoon to get
    a haircut. When I got back home, there was a brand new outfit laying on my bed
    waiting. It was perfect. As I was getting ready, my dad came in my room.

    "Here, try some of this," he said, handing me a

    bottle of cologne. "It's a very popular scent."

    "Thanks, Dad."

    "Also, a good date needs a good ride. Take my car

    tonight."

    I was stunned. Dad rarely let's anyone drive his car. He had

    saved for years to afford it. "Are you sure?" I asked.

    "Yes, I'm sure. I got it cleaned up nicely today and

    it's got a full tank of gas. Enjoy yourself."

    "Wow, thanks, Dad! You're awesome."

    When the time came, I walked across to her house and

    knocked. Mr. Adams answered.

    "Come on in Tony, she'll be right down. Where are you

    going tonight?" he asked.

    "I made a reservation at that new Italian place south

    of the mall. After that, we'll just see. Probably a movie later on," I
    answered.

    We heard the sound of Jenny coming down the stairs. I turned

    to see her and was stunned. She was wearing a light green sun dress that
    stopped just above her knees. Her legs looked great, tapering to a pair of
    strappy sandals with a 2½-inch heel. Her red hair cascaded down over the
    front of her shoulders, framing her face nicely. Jenny's eyes were sparkling
    and she was grinning from ear to ear.

    I walked up to her as she got to the bottom of the stairs.

    "I've never seen you look more beautiful," I said.

    She blushed a little and said, "Thanks, you look great,

    too."

    We walked back to her dad.

    "Have fun tonight you two," he said. "I've

    talked to your parents, Tony, and for tonight, and tonight only, there is no
    curfew for you two - just don't push it too far."

    "We won't, Mr. Adams, I promise," I said.

    We walked across the street to the car. Jenny's eyes got

    huge when she saw we were heading to Dad's car. We drove to the restaurant in
    an awkward silence. As we were waiting for the table, I reached out and took
    her hand in mine. I wasn't sure if it was a good idea, as I figured she could
    feel that my heart was beating about 200 times a minute. Jenny just smiled at
    me and squeezed it gently.

    Dinner went well. The talking started slow, but we loosened

    up some as things went on. By the end I think I had my heart down to about 150.

    As we walked back to the car, I took her hand again. Before

    I opened her door, I turned her to face me. "Are you still as nervous as I
    am?" I asked.

    "Oh God, yes," she replied.

    "I have an idea, but I don't want to make it

    worse," I said quietly.

    She looked up at me, whispering, "I don't think anything

    would make it worse."

    I leaned forward and kissed her. As our lips met, it felt

    like I had touched 1,000 volts. The excitement went from head to toe. I wrapped
    my arms around her, pulling her to me gently. Jenny hesitated for a moment, and
    then just melted in my arms.

    After several minutes, we broke the kiss. Jenny was smiling

    broadly and looking at me dreamily.

    "Now we don't have to worry about That for the rest of

    the night. One less thing to think about," I said.

    She just started laughing, pulled me in and hugged me

    tightly. I could feel all the tension leave her body. She felt so good in my
    arms; I knew I wanted this to happen a lot more.

    After a few minutes, she pulled back, looked at me and said,

    "You're right, I was thinking about it. I shouldn't be bothered about it
    anymore. I do think, however, that we should make sure."

    She leaned in and kissed me again. This one was even better

    because we were both putting more of ourselves into it. She kept holding me
    tighter and pulling me closer, her hands pressed to the back of my shoulders. I
    put one hand on her lower back, gently rubbing. With the other hand I reached
    up and held the back of her head, my fingers entwined in her hair. The feel of
    her tits pressing against my chest aroused me and I began to stir in my pants.

    We finally broke the kiss when we heard a whistle from near

    the restaurant. I turned to look and saw a couple standing there. He was
    looking at us and she was tugging on his arm to get him to move. When he saw us
    staring back at him, he gave in and they walked off.

    I turned back to Jenny, worried she'd been upset by the

    scene. "Maybe we should go somewhere else."

    Jenny and I decided to go over to the theatre, where we

    quickly agreed on a movie. We sat in the back, with my arm around her and her
    head resting on my shoulder. I enjoyed the feeling of her up against me so much
    that I wasn't paying attention, and still don't remember what movie we saw.

    Afterward, we went down to the park on the waterfront and

    just walked around holding hands. Finally, around 12:30 a.m., we decided we
    should get home. Standing on her porch, I looked at her and couldn't help but
    smile.

    "I have never had a better night in all my life,"

    I said.

    "Me neither. I'm just upset we waited so long to do

    this," she said.

    "I know, we were kind of dumb, weren't we?"

    "We'll just have to do whatever we can to catch

    up." Jenny winked.

    We stood there kissing for about twenty minutes. I decided I

    should be getting home before her dad came to investigate. I was a little
    surprised he hadn't yet.

    I don't think I touched the ground as I went across the

    street. It took me hours to fall asleep; I didn't want the night to end and
    went over every detail, committing each to memory.

    For the rest of the summer, except for the five days Jenny

    and her dad were at her grandparents, we spent every day together. We got
    closer and closer. At one point when we were at the mall, we ran into Anne, who
    noticed we were holding hands. She told us she was very happy for us. I
    confessed to Jenny that it was Anne who had suggested that I look at her
    closer. Jenny gave Anne a big hug and thanked her profusely.

    When school started, it quickly got around that our

    friendship had blossomed into romance. It seemed to be the general consensus
    that this was a good thing. We got a couple of grumbles from a guy who had been
    after Jenny to go out with him since our freshman year, but we just ignored
    him.

    Every day after school we did our homework together, helping

    each other through troublesome concepts. It may have taken a little longer than
    if we had done it separately, but we didn't care because we were enjoying every
    minute of it.

    I once overheard my dad talking about us to my mom, saying,

    "We haven't spent as much time as they have together since we were on our
    honeymoon!" Mom just told him to mind his business and leave us alone.

    The Second Nudge

    It was March and Mr. Adams was leaving on a business trip.

    We had celebrated my 18th birthday the night before and we were all still in a
    good mood, or so I thought. My parents and I walked across the street to
    Jenny's house. They were going to drive him to the airport while I stayed with
    Jenny. Mr. Adams greeted us at the door and let us in.

    "Where's Jenny?" I asked, not seeing her there.

    "She's up in her room right now," he replied.

    "Listen Tony, I need to talk to you for a moment before you see her. She's
    a little upset right now."

    "I thought something was bothering her, but she said it

    was nothing"

    "It started a couple of days ago when she got the mail.

    There was a letter addressed to her mother, from her high school reunion
    committee. I wrote them last time to say she had passed, but I guess they never
    put that down on their records. It got Jenny thinking about her."

    Jenny has told me many times how much she misses her mom. My

    mom has been a great help to her as she was gr

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  • The Funeral Courtship
    The Funeral Courtship
    Abandoned Childhood wishes, finally fulfilled.

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    I had known Alex Newberry my entire life. He was the boy

    down the street during my childhood, the boy behind me throughout school, and
    the boy who I always wished would see me as more than just "one of the
    boys." Especially since I was a girl.

    But I'd never pressed for anything more. I didn't want to

    ruin our friendship. His family was my second family. Even his nana considered
    me as her granddaughter.

    We'd stayed in touch even after I left town to pursue a new

    career. Throughout the year, we would exchange Emails and sometimes the
    occasional text. Only at my birthday and on Christmas did I receive snail mail
    from him. They were always hilarious and always perfect.

    The day I received the small envelope in early Fall threw me

    for a loop. It was written in Alex's neat print and had a pre-printed return
    label with his address, so I knew it was from him. I just didn't know why. I
    was even more stunned when I slid my finger under the flap and pulled out the single
    sheet of paper folded in half.

    I had been standing by the sofa in the living room when I

    opened the envelope. My eyes scanned the brief note inside, and my knees gave
    out. I collapsed to the sofa, tears rimming my eyes.

    Alex's grandmother, Nana Newberry, had passed away.

    Visions played in my head like an old home movie. Mostly,

    they were of the summers swimming in the pond behind her house and the
    day-trips she'd invite me to go on with Alex. Both of my own grandmothers had
    passed away when I was still too young to remember them much. My loss was
    almost as deep as Alex's was.

    Almost.

    Once I'd caught my breath, I reached for my cell phone and

    pulled up his number. I tried to swallow my tears as I heard the line ring. I
    wasn't surprised to receive his voicemail. He was probably busy making
    arrangements and handling family.

    "Hey, Alex. It's Jaynie. I got your letter. I'm so

    sorry. I'm booking a flight out tonight, and I'll be there as soon as I can. If
    there's anything you need, let me know. See you soon."

    I was already halfway to my bedroom when I clicked off the

    phone and shoved it into my pocket. My brain was on autopilot as I dragged my
    suitcase from the closet and gathered the necessary toiletries from the
    bathroom cabinets and drawers. I was folding socks and panties when I realized
    I should call the airport.

    Less than an hour later, I was in the backseat of a cab and

    leaving a message on my boss's phone telling him I would be out of town for a
    couple of days due to a family emergency. I arranged for a rental car and for
    nightly accommodations nearest to my hometown. I knew there was no place in
    town to stay, the population being barely just under five hundred. If anything
    had changed over the years, that definitely wasn't one of them.

    It wasn't until I was seated on the plane, the city's lights

    fading into dots below me that I let myself think about Nana again. I missed
    her hugs the most. Her squishy arms always surrounded me with such love. I felt
    protected. Wanted. My parents were always busy working. Nana was so much more
    than just an adoptive grandparent.

    My mind wandered, and I remembered Alex's hugs. I smiled,

    laughing softly at the memory of him hugging me tight with a toothy grin while
    Nana took our picture. Then he pushed me into the pond; with my clothes on. We
    were only six. But I was old enough to know that I liked Alex more than I liked
    other boys.

    I was the only girl in the neighborhood, so I either had to

    adapt to being a tomboy or be left out. I chose the former, much to my mother's
    dismay. I allowed her to enroll me in dance classes when she insisted I act
    more like a girl, but I secretly enjoyed playing with the boys more. I didn't
    mind being the Indian the cowboys always captured and tied up. Or the robber
    they arrested with the plastic set of handcuffs. Or even Princess Leia, when
    they wanted to re-enact Star Wars, especially when Alex got to be Han Solo and
    rescue me.

    I must have drifted off because the next thing I heard was

    the announcement to fasten our seatbelts and put seats and tray-tables in the
    upright position for landing. The plane was only half-full, so I was soon
    strolling through the nearly empty terminal and heading downstairs to collect
    my baggage and rental car. I grabbed a cup of coffee from the only open vendor
    and asked the information desk for directions to the hotel where I'd made
    reservations. There was nothing more I could do for Alex tonight.

    But once I'd reached my destination, the last thing on my

    mind was sleep. My accommodations were comfortable, but not even a hot shower
    seemed to help. I crawled beneath the covers and turned on the TV, hoping I'd
    just fall asleep from boredom and get some rest before the hour drive to my
    hometown in the morning.

    A ringing phone and the incessant chatter of a woman and man

    pulled me out of the strangest dream. I'd been fully dressed and standing by
    Nana's pond, but I was thirty-four years old, not six. Alex walked towards me,
    his hands in the front pockets of his jeans, and he flashed his toothy grin at
    me. I reached for his hand, and I swear I stepped forward, but the next thing I
    knew, I was falling backwards into the pond. I struggled to swim, the weight of
    my clothes pulling me underwater. Someone grabbed my hand, and then I woke up.

    An automated wake-up call answered my sleepy greeting, and I

    clumsily set the receiver back on the handset and rolled over, groaning. That's
    when I realized the morning news was playing on the TV. My body felt like it
    had been through a 5K run; or maybe it had struggled to stay above water. In either
    case, I dragged myself to the bathroom for another shower.

    I decided on a simple navy pantsuit and crimson camisole

    blouse. It was cool but dark enough for the funeral, yet I didn't feel
    completely dreary in it. Plus it emphasized my curves and long legs. Today, I
    felt like I wanted to be a girl in front of Alex. Not that it would matter.

    After securing another cup of coffee, I took a deep breath

    and pointed the rental car towards my hometown. I remembered where the only
    funeral home was, and I had plenty of time before the services started. Yet, I
    was suddenly nervous. I hadn't actually seen Alex in several years, despite our
    constant contact. I hated the fact that it took something like this to bring us
    together again. I promised myself that I would visit more often.

    The parking lot was overflowing when I finally pulled up to

    the funeral home. I ended up parking half a block away on a side street and
    walking back to the large Victorian-style house that had been converted into
    the place where we said goodbye to our loved ones. Trees adorned with vibrantly
    colored leaves decorated the front yard. It looked like something out of a
    Norman Rockwell painting, set right in the heart of my hometown.

    I joined the throng of people who had come to pay their

    respects, and managed to find a seat in the back of the largest room that was
    always used for services. The belief in the community was that our two churches
    were for worship and weddings. Funerals were held at Thompkins & Sons, no
    matter if you were Catholic or Baptist.

    I didn't recognize a single person near me, but I was sure

    that Nana had known most of the town and then some, and I'd been a teenager
    when I'd left for college. I settled myself in and made sure I had my tissues
    accessible.

    The service itself was lovely, and there were lots of tears

    from everyone. Alex even got up and made a speech at one point. While I knew I
    was there because of Nana, I couldn't help staring at her grown grandson. His
    stature had reached at least six feet. He towered over me by at least five
    inches.

    I don't remember a word he said, but I could describe him

    with my eyes closed. His short brown hair, his tailored black suit and tie, the
    dimple in his right cheek when he smiled. He had green eyes, and I could
    imagine them sparkling while he talked about his grandmother, the corner of his
    eyes crinkling with his laughter.

    People were standing up around me and talking, and I

    blinked, realizing that the service was over. I wiped at my eyes and stood, not
    sure what to do now. I slipped out of the row and away from the crowd. It was
    then that I noticed no one was by the open casket. I quietly made my way to the
    front of the room and stopped before Nana's permanent expression of peace.

    Tears tugged at the back of my throat, and I had to stop

    myself from reaching out to grasp her folded hands. The purple dress she was
    wearing went well with her silvery hair, and she looked as if she were asleep.
    I silently thanked her for all the good times we'd had together, for accepting
    me as one of her grandchildren, for making me feel wanted.

    I don't know how long I stood there, but I had the feeling

    that someone was watching me. I needed to move on. I kissed my fingertips and
    gently pressed them to her rubbery cheek. When I turned to leave, blazing green
    eyes met mine, and I gasped.

    "Jaynie, you came."

    And then Alex's arms pulled me against his hard body.

    I wrapped him in my arms and held him tight, resting my

    cheek on his shoulder. I couldn't believe how good he felt. Something deep
    inside of me stirred, and I had to force it back down. He was my best friend.
    It would never be anything more than that.

    "Of course I came. I left you a message. I took the

    red-eye last night."

    "I'm sorry, I haven't checked my phone. I hoped you'd

    come, but I wasn't counting on it. "

    I pulled away to look at his face. Our eyes met again, and I

    groaned inwardly. "I wouldn't have missed this for anything. She was like
    my own grandmother. Thank you for letting me know."

    "What about work?"

    "They'll survive without me for a couple of days."

    I laughed and before I could wipe away my tears, his thumb brushed my cheek. I
    sucked back my breath and hid my surprise with a smile. "What can I do to
    help now that I'm here?"

    Alex stared at me for a moment, a lopsided grin on his face.

    He blinked, and then his toothy grin came out full force, dimple included.
    "There's a dinner at Nana's house after we go to the cemetery. Do you have
    a car?"

    "I have a rental. I'm staying in Rosewood at the Holiday

    Inn."

    "Let me tell Mom and Dad I'll meet them. Do you mind

    driving?"

    "No, lead the way." I smiled and even felt a

    little giddy when he grabbed my hand and pulled me through the crowd that was
    slowly filtering out the front doors. I barely had a chance to say hello to his
    parents before he was heading in the direction where I said I'd parked my car.
    And then we were pulling out to line up behind the black sedan his parents were
    riding in and the hearse idling before them.

    It suddenly occurred me to that everyone else was going to

    be following me. I must have looked nervous because Alex grasped my hand on the
    gearshift between us and squeezed it.

    "I'm glad you're here."

    I swallowed heavily and turned to smile at him. He was

    watching me, something unreadable in those green eyes. I opened my mouth to ask
    him what he was thinking, but nothing came out. And then he let go of my hand
    and motioned that we should move.

    I was in a daze as I drove to the cemetery, sat through the

    rest of the ceremony, and climbed back into my car and drove us to Nana's
    house. It wasn't until we were sitting in her driveway that I felt the tears
    return. I hadn't been here in so many years I couldn't count them. I had been a
    horrible granddaughter, adopted or not.

    "I know. I miss her, too." Alex squeezed my hand

    again and then got out.

    I swiped the back of my hand across my eyes and climbed out,

    automatically locking the car.

    "No one's going to steal it," Alex laughed. It was

    a deep, comforting sound.

    I shrugged. "It's just a habit."

    He laughed again and wrapped an arm around my shoulders,

    guiding me up the drive. People were mingling on the wrap-around front porch,
    and the smell of fried chicken wafted out the screen on the front door.

    It felt and smelled like home.

    I had eaten my share of food and then some. At some point,

    Alex and I became separated amongst all the guests. I took the opportunity to
    sneak upstairs to use the larger bathroom. On my way back, I passed the room
    Nana used to sit in and work on projects. I remember her teaching me how to sew
    as I sat on a little cushioned stool.

    I smiled, knowing I could sew a button back onto a blouse or

    a pair of pants, but that was all now. The sound from downstairs grew fainter
    as I moved closer to the window on the far side of the room. The pond in the
    backyard glittered back under the noon sun. Weeping Willows outlined the oasis
    of my youth, and for a moment, I longed for those days.

    I longed to have Nana hug me one more time. The last time

    she had, I was leaving for college. She told me to be a good girl and make my
    parents proud. I couldn't remember the last time I'd hugged my parents. Or seen
    them face-to-face. We talked about once a month, but they were always traveling
    now that they were retired. I bit back a laugh at the irony.

    I wandered back downstairs, smiling and nodding at people

    who recognized me, although I couldn't say who they were. That was the problem
    with small towns, and with moving away. All of the elderly people remembered
    when you were born and whom your parents were, but you rarely remembered
    anything about them, much less their names.

    The crowd was smaller now, and I heard several women in the

    dining room and kitchen cleaning up the dishes. I hugged my arms to my chest
    and slowly walked down the long hallway to the back of the house. Framed photos
    hung on both sides of the wall, and I suddenly wished I'd had a grandmother
    growing up who'd had pictures of me on display. As much as Nana had tried to
    make me feel accepted in her home, I really wasn't a part of her family.

    I pushed pending tears away and stepped out the back door

    and down the steps to the yard. The sun was warm, and the pond beckoned me to
    it. I found myself standing on the small wooden dock Alex's dad had built. One of
    the boards was broken, and the weather had done a good job fading the stain,
    but otherwise it was still sturdy.

    A warm breeze blew up off the water, rustling through the

    switches on the Willow. I stretched out my arms to feel it, and took a big
    sigh. I hadn't felt so relaxed in a long time. While I didn't mind my job, I
    didn't love it. While I loved traveling, I didn't like having to do it for
    work.

    What I wouldn't give to be able to come home at the end of

    the day and sit out on a porch like the one at Nana's and watch the sun go down
    instead of watching it from the sixth-floor balcony of my high-rise in the
    city. To hear the sound of crickets in the evening instead of the rush of
    traffic.

    A board creaked behind me, and I spun around. Someone

    grabbed my hand as I stepped back, and I was suddenly back in my dream. I
    gasped and struggled to regain my balance. Instead of falling backwards into
    the water, I was jerked forward and into Alex's strong embrace.

    "Whoa! You okay, Jaynie?"

    I caught my breath and swallowed, blinking away the remnants

    of my dream. "Yeah. Thanks. I must have slipped."

    "Everyone's gone home." He dropped his arms but

    didn't move away.

    "I'm sorry, I didn't realize. I'll be on my way."

    I started to walk past him, but he grabbed my wrist.

    "Stay." He released my hand and cleared his

    throat. "Please stay."

    I lifted my eyes to his and held his gaze. I wanted to reach

    out to touch him, to caress his cheek, to run my fingers through his hair. But
    I refrained and kept my hands at my sides. "Okay."

    His smile lit up his whole face, but there was a shadow in

    his eyes. He stared at me a moment longer and then said, "Let's go back to
    my place so we can talk."

    I blinked, realizing what he'd said, and then I brushed away

    any ulterior motives. Of course, we'd go back to his place. We couldn't stay at
    Nana's. He'd be most comfortable in his home. And I wanted to see it. I really
    did.

    We said goodbye to his parents inside, and then I followed

    his car across town to his small house. I parked behind him in a gravel
    driveway overgrown with weeds and stared at the weather-beaten boards of the
    house, the crooked front steps, the boards over one of the windows.

    "It's just a rental," Alex laughed. He climbed out

    and ran his hand back through his hair as he headed back to my car. "I've
    actually been living with Nana, taking care of her. When she had to go to the
    hospital, I got this place. We weren't sure what to do with her house."

    "I'm sorry, I didn't "

    "It's okay, Jaynie. This place was a steal. Besides,

    Nana left me her house in her will, so once we clean the place out, I'll be
    moving back there."

    "What? That's wonderful! Congrats, Alex. I know you

    love it there." I couldn't stop myself from hugging him. Or feeling the
    slightest bit jealous. When our eyes met again, I stepped back and shut the
    driver's side door. I cleared my throat and my thoughts. "So, let's see
    what we've got."

    "Be careful of the first step." He held out his

    hand and helped me up to the front porch. He wrestled with the lock on the door
    and then it swung open into a clean living room. The carpet was definitely
    dated, and the walls needed a good coat of paint, but his modern leather and
    oak furniture minimized the noticeable eyesores. "Want something to
    drink?"

    "Sure, whatever you're having." I glanced around,

    setting my purse on an end table. Typical masculine knickknacks decorated the
    few shelves on the walls: various sports paraphernalia, photos of Alex and his
    buddies, a couple of dusty mugs from a tavern in Florida.

    My eyes stopped on a photo of two young kids. A boy and a

    girl. The glass was cleaner than the rest of the photos, and the metal frame
    was brushed nickel rather than the standard black plastic frames on the others.

    "That's us at Nana's pond." Alex handed me a glass

    of cola and picked up the frame. He took a sip of his own soda and put the
    frame back after a moment, snorting softly. "I shoved you into the water
    after she snapped the picture."

    I gulped. I had forgotten that part. That when Nana had

    lifted her camera, she'd told Alex to put his arm around me and smile. He
    hadn't wanted to hug me. Maybe I'd pretended all along that he liked hanging
    out with me.

    But he'd kept the picture. He'd kept it clean and

    prominently displayed.

    I took a sip of my drink and moved to sit on the sofa. The leather

    squeaked as I sank into the corner with a soft sigh. It was comfortable. So
    much so that I toed off my heels and curled my legs up underneath me. The heat
    of the afternoon sun streaming in the bare window behind me warmed the
    material, and I laid my head back for a moment and breathed deep.

    "It's quiet here." I kept my eyes closed and

    smiled sadly. "I miss this."

    The sofa squeaked again, and the weight on the cushion next

    to me shifted.

    &quo

    42 min
  • Thundersnow and Deflowering.
    Thundersnow and Deflowering.
    Young Female Minister Finds a mate in an unorthodox (sinful) moment.

    Based on a post by SandyMarl.

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    Stories.



     

    "I was young. Though at the time I thought I was pretty

    old for a virgin. I'd finished at the university and then I had completed my
    training to become a certified church youth director. Seminary would come a few
    years later.

    "I was thrilled to accept an offer for a youth director

    position at a large church. I was desperate to hit all the marks; I was eager
    to get to know the kids and I was adamant that I would be a fine, upright and
    un-besmirched example of Christian virtue for the youth.

    "My church sent me to a youth conference out-of-state.

    Among other duties, I was an uptight, hard-ass, chastity chaperone overseeing a
    bubbling pool of hormones. Damn, I was vigilant; squelching boners and drying
    up young wet pussies. If, by the end of the conference; no lives were lost and
    no lives were created, I'd attained my measure of success.

    "On my return, I had a layover in Dallas. I was upset

    when my flight was delayed, then ultimately rescheduled for the next day
    because of a couple of back-to-back severe cold fronts that were clipping
    across the country. Disaster hit home when it was announced that all flights
    were canceled because of the icy winter weather. I was furious at God. What was
    He doing to me? This is Texas, land of parched mesquite trees and dusty
    tumbleweeds. It's not supposed to snow in Texas, much less for multiple days.

    I'd already spent one hellacious, uncomfortable night

    crowded into DFW Airport with a seething cast of thousands of stranded
    passengers. It was the 'Valentine's Day snow-pocalypse.' With each continuing
    hour of freezing rainfall, I was facing the prospect of being stranded for a
    second night. My fate of being stuck on an uncomfortable airport bench without
    my luggage seemed unbearable.

    While looking in vain for a place to buy a toothbrush, I ran

    into a professional acquaintance who was also stranded. She introduced me to a
    guy, Antonio, with whom she had some connection. He was a few years older than
    me, I was told he was in advertising, writing jingles for TV ads and stuff.

    My acquaintance excused herself, as she had a lead on

    finding some ground transportation that she hoped could get her out of this
    frozen-over hell at DFW airport. I wished her luck, leaving the two of us newly
    introduced strangers standing uncomfortably in a crowd of strangers.

    "Been here all day and all night?" he asked to

    make small talk. He must have known my obvious answer.

    "Yah. I spent a miserable month in Dallas one

    night," was my snide quip. "Actually two days, and it's looking like
    I'll be stuck here for a second night, too."

    "I fear we'll both be stuck in our night tutus. I'm

    just afraid I'll look silly in my tutu, but I believe you'll look fine in your
    night tutu."

    Antonio's pun and cheap humor fell flat. I was in no mood

    for word play. I just wanted out. He was disappointed that I was unresponsive
    to his levity. I'll give him credit, he didn't quit; "Only thing is that
    my tutu was packed in my check-on baggage and it's earning travel bonus miles
    for a Florida vacation while I'm stuck here in Dallas on Valentine's. Like a
    fool, I didn't bring a carry-on with me."

    He looked at me sympathetically, "Do you have a

    carry-on bag with you?"

    "No," I snapped. "Everything has gone to

    hell, including my baggage and my career." I felt like telling him that he
    could go to hell too. But I didn't. "No, I don't have any change of
    clothes with me."

    He told me, "Stay right here, I'm going to check on

    something," as an enviable spark lit his eyes.

    "Stay right here?" I parroted. "Where would I

    go? Even if I didn't want to stay right here?" I whipped my hair off my
    shoulders with a violent and defiant jerk of my neck to emphasize my
    frustration with his directions to me as well as everything in general.

    He gave me a look, like, 'OK, I'm not going to touch that.'

    He checked his phone battery, grimaced and stepped across the concourse and
    punched something into his cell phone.

    He came back to where I was standing, looking at me like he

    was cornered by a wounded mama bear. "I'm down to nine percent charge. But
    I have a plan." He struck up a chanting cadence of sorts, singing, "I
    don't know, but I've been told; I've gotta plan oh so bold, wanna blow this
    joint, it's getting' old?" Then he added, "'Misery loves company' -
    so I'm told. Join me in my escape plan?"

    He got the stink eye from me. Then I had to ask,

    "Depends. What's this bold plan of yours?"

    "I just sent a text to a gal I've worked with in the

    music industry. She has a small place somewhere near this airport; I think. I
    know she's out in LA now doing a gig. If she responds before my phone dies,
    I've asked her if I could use her place until hell quits freezing over."

    In a few minutes, his phone pinged. He scrolled through the

    text as I looked at his hunched form. "You've still got a charge. I hope
    that's her. Is it?" I asked as a bit of hope crept into my tone.

    "Good luck for a change. One, I've got permission; two,

    an address and three, a front door code. With an air of nonchalance, he asked
    me, "If I can find a rideshare, would you care to join me in a small, warm
    place, far from the madding crowd?"

    I was uncomfortable and desperate and perhaps against all of

    mother's advice, I decided to cast my lot with this older, experienced guy of
    my acquaintance for all of forty minutes.

    Out of the Fridge and into Hell's Freezer.

    Our Uber driver asked, "Any bags?"

    We answered with a glum and simultaneous, "No."

    She told us we were lucky that she took us, "Nobody

    wants to be out in this slick shit. I grew up in Minnesota, but these Texas
    ice-storm roads are crazy different than snow. Y'all are my last ride, this is
    too dangerous."

    She dropped us off at the address Antonio had given her.

    "Hope y'all get to have a warm Valentine's Day," she said as she
    fish-tailed away on the icy boulevard in front of our apartment complex of
    refuge.

    Crossing the iced-over parking lot was treacherous with the

    sleet and snow coming down almost horizontally through the bitter wind. Our
    progress was made more difficult by the fact that neither of us had appropriate
    shoes. I was wearing Crocs, Antonio had sandals; minimal footgear chosen to
    quickly pass through TSA screening and shoe removal.

    "Something's not right," moaned Antonio as we

    approached the building. "This doesn't match the description I was
    given."

    "If it's not right and if we're stuck outside in this

    weather, we'll die. My toes are already frozen purple," I complained, not
    exaggerating.

    Antonio checked his phone and I saw a look of panic cross

    his face. "My phone's dead," he mumbled through quivering lips.

    "Is your phone still working?" he asked me.

    I dug it out of my bag. "Yep. But not for long."

    "I think I can remember my friend's number; dial her

    number for me." With cold, stiff fingers I pressed the key sequence he
    thought he remembered.

    He pulled his frigid hand out from his pocket, asking for my

    phone as it rang through. "Leila? Is that you? This is Antonio.
    Something's wrong, we're standing somewhere that doesn't look like the place
    you described. We're freezing our asses off."

    Antonio held my phone to his ear as I listened to his side

    of the conversation, "OK. OK... No. Our Uber dropped us off... Yes! I used
    the address you gave me... No, well possibly... I told her 11263. Shit! Frozen
    shit in hell! Leila? Wait, let me repeat, 11623. One-one-six-two-three? You
    sure... Sorry, Leila, probably my mistake. This phone is about to die and we're
    also about to die of hypothermia. I owe you. Thanks. Bye."

    I uncrossed my arms folded across my chest, covered only in

    a light-weight blouse, to take back my phone.

    Antonio looked sheepish and very cold. "Well, if hell

    ever freezes over, this is what it's going to be like. I'm sorry Michelle, some
    numbers got transposed. We're four blocks away from where we need to be. I'm
    sorry, our only choice is to start walking and start walking fast."

    Cursed by Snow, Blessed by Thunder.

    I heard a crack and a rumble coming from above. It scared

    me. "What was that noise?" I asked in added terror.

    "I believe that's thunder snow," my hard-luck

    escort answered. "I've never experienced it, but I've heard of it. Supposed
    to be a rare meteorological phenomenon."

    There was another loud rumble. "Is thunder snow

    dangerous?" I asked, panicking under the severe weather conditions.

    "No," he told me. "It's a sign, it's a

    special sign of hope for you and me Michelle. You might call it a
    blessing."

    I wanted to believe him. I did believe him.

    He pushed me on the back. "Let's get moving."

    A layer of ice had crusted over the six inches of snow that

    had fallen earlier. Barbs of freezing rain were biting into my cheeks as we
    scuffled along the abandoned boulevard, hunching against the driving wind. My
    toes were numb, everything was painful, including the real fear of not being
    able to make it the four blocks to shelter.

    The low, cruel clouds continued to deliver stinging pellets

    of ice. The dismal sky above rumbled and cracked with thunder snow as we
    struggled ahead. "I think thunder snow sounds like the voice of God,"
    I suggested, perhaps delusional in my suffering.

    "What's God saying?" was Antonio's question.

    "I don't know. I want to believe His voice is in this

    thunder snow, I feel He's telling us that He'll keep us safe. That He will save
    us."

    Antonio did not respond to my interpretation. He was too

    miserable to converse.

    I followed in Antonio's tracks, just moving, not thinking.

    The sharp chill stabbing through my wet clothes had frozen everything out of my
    brain except the will to survive.

    "This is it." He sounded subdued.

    He took a hand out of his pocket and reached for mine. I

    gave it to him as we climbed the icy steps to the third floor. A huge, echoing
    boom of thunder snow rang out as soon as we touched hands. Antonio squeezed my
    hand, "I believe God just spoke. I think your prayers are answered,
    Michelle. You will be safe now. We'll be OK. God just said so."

    I nodded weakly. "I believe thunder snow is a special

    sign for us," I suggested.

    Antonio squeezed my hand again.

    Antonio entered a digital code and pushed the door open. I

    don't remember being elated, I only remember feeling exhausted as the door
    swung closed behind us and the window pane rattled with another burst of
    thunder snow. It was a sign, a good and special sign from heaven I decided. I
    understood in my soul that the roar of thunder snow was the sound of heavenly
    passion.

    Resurrection of the Frozen Dead.

    Antonio went to the thermostat and cranked it up. I was

    stunned by the cold and too numb to think or do anything other than to sit on
    the end of the bed and shiver in my wet clothes. Antonio glanced at me,
    "Michelle, you get the first hot shower."

    Like a stiff zombie rising out of a frozen grave, I stepped

    into the tiny bath, dropped my sodden blouse, pants and socks on the floor,
    draping my equally wet bra and undies on the door knob. Hot water poured over
    my skin, I was resurrected from the cold and the dead. I was once again a woman
    of warm flesh and blood. I did not yet realize the magnitude of my
    transformation into a young woman of warm flesh and hot blood. The significance
    of facing the trauma of a frozen death, only to reach safety and feel warm and
    alive, maybe shifted my perspectives on morality.

    Maybe.

    I had a towel wrapped around my torso as I peered through

    the bathroom door. The place was cramped. Antonio's wet clothes had been dumped
    in a pile on the kitchenette's floor. I could see his form across the room
    under the blankets of the narrow bed in the corner. He was motionless. I
    wondered if I should wake him and tell him the shower was available. We were
    both wrung out from our ordeal and the previous sleepless night in DFW Airport.
    I thought it best to let him sleep.

    I don't know what I was thinking - I probably wasn't

    thinking. I had no energy left to think, but I do remember my feelings as I
    looked at the sleeping man in the corner. I stepped to the edge of the bed,
    feeling grateful to be alive and in a warm, dry place. I was feeling that
    Antonio had protected me and delivered me from freezing to death, realistic or
    not. I was feeling tired, yet with a warm, quiet satisfaction that together we
    survived our Valentine's Day snow-pocalypse.

    I was feeling some warm affection toward the man who had led

    me by the hand to this quiet place of refuge.

    I lifted the blankets enough to see he had shed all of his

    wet clothes. There was a naked man before me. A naked, sleeping, wonderful man.
    This man deserved to rest after bringing me to safety. This wonderful man
    deserved to have my warmth shared with him after all we'd been through.

    This should have been a paradox for me; one bed, two people,

    a virtuous, virgin church girl and an undressed music man. I didn't think about
    it. I just felt it was right to drop my damp towel next to the bed and slip
    under the sheets with this wonderful man.

    Trying not to disturb him, I eased in close, but not

    intending to touch his skin. I pulled the blankets over us as a distant peal of
    thunder snow slipped into the late afternoon light of the room. That last echo
    of thunder snow was a sign, I felt it was a blessing for us from above. I was
    asleep in an instant.

    Mystery of a Curious Erotic Fascination.

    I never imagined it would be this way. I was prepared to

    wait for the marriage bed. At least that was my strong belief the day before
    yesterday. Now, I had crawled naked under the covers with a sleeping, naked man
    that I just met and it seemed like the most natural and right thing to do after
    what we'd been through together. I admit, it was a strange transformation, one
    of those paradoxes that I've come to understand that comes with this messy life
    of mixed spirit and soul. I sensed we were Adam and Eve, innocent and naked and
    unashamed in the Garden of Eden.

    I guess we'd tossed around in our sleep. I awoke. Antonio

    was asleep on his back, his left arm was on top of my bare chest with his palm
    resting flat on my left breast. I considered gently lifting it off of me, but I
    cherished the feel of the weight of his arm across my chest. I enjoyed the feel
    of a broad, male hand covering my nipple. My nipples had ached in the cold
    earlier, now they were warm and welcoming to the pressure of Antonio's palm and
    I'm sure they began to plump up pert and pretty under the circumstances.

    Holding still in the darkness, I was thinking about the man

    next to me. Our feet had intertwined in the night on the narrow mattress we
    shared. I liked having our feet tangled as much as I liked his arm pressing on
    my boobs. I was thinking about his cock which I'd glimpsed as I slipped under
    the covers next to him.

    It wasn't so much temptation, but more of a compelling

    fascination. I wanted to get to know this cock. I'd seen it laying across his thigh,
    it was so gloriously male. It was intricate and elegant, connecting to his
    scrotum. A great mystery had been revealed to me, but I think like most ladies,
    we can never understand the power of the cock for a man. Lying in the still
    darkness, naked and next to his exposed masculine mystery, something was
    percolating inside of me. I couldn't deny I'd developed an erotic fascination
    for Antonio's external manhood glory.

    Perhaps I'd long been afraid to draw too close and

    acknowledge the power of masculinity. Things had changed for me, the deep
    mystery at the center of a man had been placed by happenstance next to me. I
    let slip all my notions of Christian propriety, strictures and teachings of
    absolute moral stances, I wanted the mystery to be unfolded before me. Like
    Eve, I wanted the forbidden fruit of knowledge of good and evil. I can now
    understand Eve's temptation in the Garden of Eden.

    Good Christian Girls Don't, But.

    For me, it was curiosity over lust. I had heard about the

    amazing masculine sex organ - gift and curse; it could and would grow from
    small and soft; to long and hard; at the mere sight of an attractive woman. The
    penis could and would dispossess a virtuous man of his disciplined mind and
    turn him into a fool. How does this dangling thing between a man's legs exert
    so much control? And what would happen if a female just touched this thing of
    mysterious masculine power? Maybe touched it just a little?

    My hand was moving as if on its own as I was thinking these

    thoughts. Those rigid boundaries of conduct I once had were now faded, washed
    away by a hot shower and a surge of possibilities rising between mingled bodies
    of a woman and a man. With fingers arched ever so slightly, they explored under
    the sheets, landing on Antonio's hip. I paused, thinking I didn't want to wake
    him, but I just wanted to touch him. Fingers of my right hand ran through the
    coarse hairs of his lower belly. I was mere inches from contact with his
    dormant cock. My exploration was so naughty and exhilarating. I couldn't stop
    my traveling digits even though my brain was shouting a warning, 'good girls do
    not do these nasty things.' I was a virgin, but I was a curious girl, and maybe
    I wasn't such a good girl. I was so thrilled to be on the verge of doing a bad
    girl nasty thing. I combed through his tuft of pubic hair, spread my fingers
    wide and brushed my palm over his quiescent shaft.

    Now I've done it, I thought. I shouldn't have let myself go

    this far. What have I done? What's going to happen now?

    Nothing happened.

    I was relieved.

    Since nothing happened, I couldn't resist touching the

    smooth skin of his long trunk. What does the tip of his phallus feel like? Is
    it too sensitive for me to touch? My surreptitious exploration felt like I was
    Eve, reaching up to pet the serpent who was offering me the fruit of forbidden
    knowledge. I was smitten by his serpent.

    The serpent moved.

    I froze. Panic seized me. Antonio's sleeping flesh twitched

    beneath my open hand. It was alive. Did I wake Antonio, or is this a
    spontaneous unconscious reaction? I didn't know.

    I had gotten into deep mischief, this was going to be

    embarrassing to explain. I had dipped my hand into the cookie jar and I got
    caught.

    Charmed and Smitten by The Serpent.

    The still arm resting on my chest shifted. An open hand

    brushed over the curved top of my breast, making slow circles over my exposed
    mammary. His thumb and forefinger traced around the base of my erect nipple
    before a gentle squeeze tugged at that ripe jewel, sending fluttering waves
    into my female parts below.

    His right hand rose from his side and came to rest atop of

    my right hand, pressing me back onto his loins. I relaxed an

    44 min
  • The Freak: Part 6
    The Freak: Part 6.
    The journey to ever after.

    Based on a post by Senor Longo. Listen to the ►

    Podcast at Connected.



    THE FREAK; Part 5; The Conclusion


    Over the river and through the woods.

    The roads in this part of the Island are narrow two-lane secondary roads with
    low speed limits and frequent no-passing zones, but the traffic is typically
    light. I headed west until I ran into Route 25A. It runs along the North Shore
    all the way from Queens to Riverhead, the Suffolk County seat. From Riverhead
    the bungalow was only a half-hour away. There was no driveway so I drove onto
    the lawn, parking next to Mom's car, just before lunch. Carole and my other
    sisters ran out to see us and Kelly was excited to see them, as well. All the
    same, I slipped her leash onto the collar before letting her out. She sniffed
    Marie and Angela then licked Carole's face as I handed her the leash's handle.
    She ran off, leading our pet into the house. Barbara was laughing. Quite a
    welcome, eh?

    Pretty much what I expected; they ve wanted a dog for years, but my mom always
    said no. Maybe she ll change her mind one of these days. I leaned across the
    seat and we kissed. Unfortunately, that was all we d be able to do over the
    next week unless we walked down to the beach late at night, maybe for an
    evening swim. Hmmm, that was a really good idea.

    I carried our suitcase and Kelly's bed into the house while Barbara handled her
    food and bowls. I dumped the bottle of water that we d brought for her onto the
    lawn after closing up the car. We never locked anything here, not even the
    front door when we left for the beach or shopping. I dropped everything in what
    used to be my room while Barbara set up Kelly's bowls in the kitchen.

    We changed into our suits and walked down to the beach after lunch. Mom was
    really old-school, insisting that none of us swim for at least an hour after
    eating even though I had debunked that as an old wives tale for years. Once
    again, my experiences at the public library had proven fruitful. My research
    had turned up more than a dozen articles; some scholarly; on the subject and
    all were contrary to the idea that digesting food could lead to a fatal
    stomach cramp. Barbara and I joked with my sisters as we strolled down the
    path.

    Our first trip to the beach had been in late March when the weather was cool.
    Today the temperature was in the mid-to-high eighties with only a light breeze.
    It was Barbara's first opportunity to see the beach's real appeal. Looking to
    the left and right from the bottom of the steps we couldn t see another living
    soul for almost a mile. The water was glass flat and the tide was coming in. I
    liked low tide for snorkeling and spear-fishing, but there were lots of rocks;
    some as big as a foot across only eight to ten feet from shore at low tide.
    There were only tiny pebbles and sand to walk on at high tide. However, I knew
    from experience that stepping on those tiny objects would hurt like hell once
    our feet were wet and the skin was soft. That's why I had told Barbara to wear
    flip-flops to and from the water.
    We had just placed the blanket onto the sand when Barbara smiled at me and
    said, I can see why you love it here, Jack. I can t believe that the water is
    so clear and clean.

    It should be exactly like this every day unless the wind shifts and we get a
    nor easter. Then the water will be rough and cloudy for a day or two.I'dhave
    to say that high tide will be around four today. That means it will be later at
    night by the weekend. We can come down after dinner and go for a swim. It s
    only safe at high tide because of the rocks. Of course, there are other things
    we could do here on the beach; alone; together; in the'dark.

    Imagination; that's only one of the reasons why I love you. She reached up to
    kiss me then we walked together into the warm water.

    We swam out about fifty feet. It was my first chance to see Barbara swim. She'd
    never make the Olympics, but I thought she was much better than average. We
    swam and floated and showed our love for each other, getting out of the water
    only when we began to get cold. Even then I was recruited by Carole to be her
    diving platform. I lifted her so she could stand on my shoulders, only letting
    her dive when I knew she was in deep enough water. I stood there helping her
    for almost twenty minutes before I picked her up and threw her bodily into the
    water. J.J.! She acted as though she was pissed, but we both knew better. A
    few seconds later she began to laugh and I joined her as Barbara stood to towel
    me dry.

    I showed Barbara the rock I had told her about; the one we could dive from once
    the tide was high enough. We walked there around 3:30, climbing up the rear of
    the rock and diving off the'deeper front then swimming back up its smooth
    sloped surface. We were on the rock when Barbara asked, Where is our lot,
    Jack?

    I pointed to a long staircase that ran from almost the top of the bluff to the
    beach's surface about two hundred feet away. That staircase belongs to my
    friend Mike's family. You haven t met him yet, but you will. He's in the Navy
    now, but he lives there with his mother and grandmother. Anyway, our lot is
    just to the right of his; figure about 100 feet from the staircase. I pointed
    so Barbara could see more clearly. We left the beach at five so we could walk
    up, and wash at the shower just outside the kitchen window. Once on the
    concrete base we could wash and dry ourselves without walking grass or dirt
    into the house.

    After dinner I suggested we get Carvel for dessert. Not surprisingly, everyone
    enthusiastically agreed. We closed the'doors to keep Kelly inside and everyone
    piled into the Olds for the fifteen minute ride to Rocky Point. Most of us
    ordered cones, but Mom insisted that Carole get a cup; she was a slow and
    sloppy eater. We stood outside, leaning against the car as we joked and enjoyed
    our treats. It was dark and almost time for Carole to go to bed when we'returned
    to the bungalow. That's when we learned that she would sleep in her sleeping
    bag in the room with my other sisters. You deserve to have some privacy, but
    please remember that my head is only a foot or so from your bed so DO try to
    keep the noise down. I laughed, but I could see the twinkle in Barbara's eyes.
    We turned in early because we had an early appointment with Mark Hanley, my
    friend's brother-in-law.

    We drove into Rocky Point again early the following morning to buy some
    pastries from the local bakery. Their donuts and Danish were great, but my
    favorite was the fruit ring; a 12-inch Danish crust filled with cherry,
    blueberry, and pineapple fillings. Everyone loved it so I bought two. We left
    to meet Mark at 8:50, walking down the hill to our lot.

    We wore jeans because the lot had yet to be cleared and there was almost
    certainly going to be a lot of poison ivy. Mark was right on time. We shook
    hands and walked onto the lot which I knew from the survey was two thirds of an
    acre; 150 feet by almost 195 with the land sloping up from the road to the top
    of the bluff. First, we talked about where to locate the house so we d have a
    yard in the front and back then we got into the'details of what we wanted; a
    family room and attached two-car garage, living and dining rooms, kitchen, two
    full bathrooms, and four bedrooms. We also wanted a screened porch in back
    where we could sit and enjoy the view. We don t know much about floor plans so
    we ll leave it to you to come up with some ideas. He agreed and gave us a few
    which we incorporated into the'drawings he would make for us within the next
    week.

    Both Barbara and I had orientation scheduled for the second full week of
    September so we planned to stay on Long Island for almost all of the week of
    Labor Day before driving back to Somerville. We d have the beach entirely to
    ourselves. The summer season ends on Labor Day which I had always thought was a
    shame because the weather in September is ideal for the beach and the water is
    perfectly warm; for Long Island, anyway.

    Mark phoned three days later, telling us that he had a few books of floor plans
    and had made a few scale drawings using them as a guide. He came the following
    morning at ten, spreading several large sheets of graph paper on the table for
    us to look at. He had given us exactly what we wanted and more. The basement
    held a two-car garage on the right with a large family room and small
    kitchenette on one side with a laundry room and lavatory behind a wall on the
    other. Also there was the oil burner and hot water heater and room for a
    workshop and storage.

    Upstairs the house was shaped in a U with the'dining room, eat-in kitchen,
    and another lavatory on the left. The center was a large living room with
    sliding glass doors leading out to the screened porch. The other side held the
    master suite, three smaller bedrooms, and another full bath. Mark explained
    that he thought a vaulted ceiling in the living room and master bedroom would
    be interesting touches if our budget could handle them. He also suggested a
    tray ceiling in the'dining room so we could have a real chandelier.

    He also showed us a typical colonial house, but commented that we d have to
    remove a lot of soil to accommodate it. I thought that was a bad idea and told
    him so. He agreed, saying, I have to show clients a variety of plans and I
    always list the pro's and con's. You beat me to the punch on that one. Barbara
    liked the U-shaped house so we asked him to put together a formal proposal.

    I remembered to ask about access to the attic, thinking about storage and Mark
    agreed to add a regular staircase rather than folding stairs near the kitchen
    to that area, also suggesting that his men place plywood flooring up there to
    accommodate us. Barbara asked if we could add doors from our bedroom to the
    screened porch. Mark agreed that would be a good idea. I knew that there would
    be dozens of additional decisions as the house progressed, but we weren t that
    far away. He returned the Tuesday after Labor Day with an estimate of $93,000.
    I wrote a check for $20,000 as a down payment when we signed the contract.

    Barbara and I took my sisters out for miniature golf and banana splits on
    Thursday night and on Friday we gave Mom and Dad who had driven out after work
    the night off by taking them out to the'drive-in. It was a family movie; a
    comedy; that we all enjoyed although Big C fell asleep long before it was over.
    I carried her into the house around eleven then Barbara, Kelly, and I went for
    a late night swim.

    The walk down the path was aided by a flashlight as Kelly capered back and
    forth in front of us. I knew thatI'dhave to check her for ticks tomorrow, but
    that wouldn t take more than half an hour; less with Barbara's help.

    Once on the beach Barbara came into my open arms for the most passionate kiss
    of our trip. We d had sex our first night; oral, a sixty-nine to keep the noise
    under control. Tonight we d make glorious love under the moonlight, maybe in
    the water. That would be a first for both of us.

    I led my fantastic wife down to the water. The tide was ebbing, but was still
    high enough to enter the water safely. We had worn our suits, but they dropped
    to the ground in an instant. Holding hands we walked together into the water as
    Kelly scampered back and forth, barking, but not getting any deeper than her
    paws.

    I began by massaging Barbara's ass as we came together for a long steamy kiss.
    Her arms were around my neck and her legs around my waist. I moved my hands to
    massage what I thought were the perfect breasts, knowing that Barbara loved the
    sensation of my hands on her nipples and areolas. She got down to business by
    gripping my hard cock and bringing it to her molten tunnel. I was initially
    concerned about whether she would be lubricated, but my fears were unfounded.
    She shimmied down my shaft easily, moaning in ecstasy the entire time.

    Barbara laid back, floating while her legs moved up my torso. I must have been
    hitting that spot I hit when her legs were over my shoulders. I was driving
    into her at a brisk pace, but she was moving even faster. I thought it funny at
    the time that we were making one hell of a wave with every thrust. There was
    white foam all around us and that's not all. Our every movement resulted in a
    pale green light coming from the numerous comb jellies in the water.

    Unlike jellyfish, comb jellies have no stinging cells and, in fact, have no
    tentacles. they're basically filter feeders on plankton as they drift on the
    tide. There were probably millions or even billions in Long Island Sound, but
    unless you actually look for them you d never know.

    We went at it furiously for only five minutes until I felt the familiar
    rumbling and Barbara shook wildly. I knew that she had cum when she screamed at
    the top of her lungs. The sound bounced off the bluffs probably for miles as I
    pumped her full of frothy white semen. I lowered her legs and held her tenderly
    for another ten minutes until she began to laugh. We are definitely doing this
    again. I loved it, but I love you even more. Then she showed it once again by
    kissing me, her tongue deep into my mouth.

    The rest of the trip passed quickly as we spent our days at the beach and our
    evenings entertaining my sisters, our late nights back on the beach making the
    most incredible; the most fantastic; love with my wife. Dad left early Tuesday
    morning as he'did every week in order to get to work in time to eat some
    breakfast. We packed Mom's car with the suitcases in the morning and they left
    just after lunch. Barbara and I were alone except for Kelly as we waved
    good-bye to my family. We stayed until Thursday morning when I turned the water
    off, draining it out the hose cock and throwing the circuit breakers to turn
    off the electricity. Then I double checked the windows and front door before
    locking up the kitchen door and joining Barbara in the Olds with Kelly in the
    rear seat.

    The'drive to Orient Point took just over an hour so we were early for our 11:00
    reservation. I put the leash on Kelly and walked her near the beach on the side
    away from the ferry dock. She'did her business and I dutifully cleaned up. We
    returned to the car just as the ferry was pulling in. Ten minutes later we were
    onboard and sitting on deck in the warm sun, knowing that we d be in the shade
    once the boat turned around. we'relaxed for the hour-long trip then drove north
    on I-95; the New England Thruway; all the way to Boston then west to
    Somerville.

    Kelly was obviously thrilled to be home. I had just parked in the garage when
    Barbara led her to the gate that enclosed the back yard. She bolted in, running
    around the perimeter at a wild pace causing us and our neighbor Paul, two yards
    away, to laugh wildly. I'll be over in a few minutes with your mail. We had
    just walked into the house when he rang the bell. We thanked him several times,
    but he just shrugged it off telling us that's what good neighbors do for each
    other. All the same we thanked him again, shaking hands before he left.

    We had a great weekend, taking Kelly into Boston for a stroll along the Charles
    River. We were stopped often by young children who asked if they could pet her.
    We went through the ritual of having her sit while I held her collar, sniffing
    the kids hands, and then the energetic petting. It was great seeing the
    laughter and joy in the children's faces. Twice kids were afraid until I showed
    that Kelly would never bite them by pushing my arm into her mouth.

    Barbara and I made love; frantic monkey love; every night and every morning
    until Sunday when we spent the entire afternoon in bed, showering right after
    dinner and setting out our clothes tor Monday morning; the first day of
    orientation.

    I personally thought that most of it was a waste of time, but I did find the
    campus tour helpful as were the placement exams in English, math, and Spanish.
    I was exempted from Freshman English and from the math requirement. I was
    placed in Spanish 4 which I thought was appropriate. Barbara told me that she
    enjoyed her campus tour even though it was quite short. She found the placement
    exams challenging. On the positive side her freshman mixer was on Wednesday
    night while mine was on Thursday.

    I was challenged at the'door to the gym where the mixer was held because I
    obviously had no Lesley Student ID. This is my wife who is a student here. She
    wants to attend so she can meet some of the other freshmen. However, she is not
    going without me, just as I will not attend my mixer tomorrow evening without
    her. Don t worry; I'm not going to cause any trouble. I pushed my way past him
    as Barbara and I entered the large open expanse. There was a huge canvas tarp
    over the gym floor, I assumed to protect the finish of the floor and there were
    several hundred chairs in a long continuous row all around the perimeter of the
    room. Canteens with soda and snacks had been set up at both ends of the
    basketball court.

    I led Barbara over to the opposite side for no reason other than to keep the
    entryway clear. We had a seat for a few minutes before getting up to dance. I
    was reminded of junior high with the boys and girls on opposite sides, neither
    quite willing to venture into hostile foreign territory so Barbara and I were
    the only dancers. That was okay with us. I had my hands around her succulent
    body while she moved into mine as closely as humanly possible.

    We had danced five slow and two fast dances when Barbara told me she was
    thirsty. I left her at the seats and walked over to the nearest canteen where I
    pulled two cold Coke cans from an ice-filled cooler. I saw that Barbara had
    acquired an admirer as I returned.

    I'm flattered, but I'm really not interested.

    you're saying no, but we both know that you'really mean yes.

    No, I'm definitely saying no to you. I mean it. Leave me alone. I'm a married
    woman. Barbara held up her hand to show her rings.

    Then I heard her suitor respond. Hey! That's okay; I love married women.
    there's no substitute for experience.

    That may be, but I think my husband would not approve. Oh, here he is now.

    I handed the Cokes over to her as the jerk turned around. I had a scowl on my
    face as I reached out, taking his shirt and tie in my left hand. This is your
    lucky day, little man. There was terror etched into his face as I lifted him
    bodily off the floor and for good reason. I was at least eight inches taller
    and sixty pounds heavier and I was obviously all muscle while he was not. I
    promised at the'door that I wouldn t cause any trouble so I'm not going to take
    you apart. You were told no, weren t you? No means she's not interested so a
    gentleman would just turn around and try somewhere else. There are probably at least
    a hundred good looking girls here tonight. So, why don t you try your luck with
    those girls over there? I pointed to a group of about ten standing about
    thirty feet away. It goes without saying that you'll never approach my wife
    again. I'm right next door at Harvard and I promise I'll hunt you down like a
    mad dog if I hear even a single complaint from her lips. Do we understand each
    other? He nodded quickly.

    I slowly lowered him to the floor, brushing away the wrinkles I had made in his
    clothes. Reaching into my pocket I found a ten dollar bill and pushed it into
    the pocket of his suit. you'll need to have this suit and shirt cleaned and
    pressed. Now; get lost! he'did and that was the time I noticed the puddle he'd
    made. Looking at Barbara I laughed. I think we need to find some new seats.
    there's a bit of a mess here. She laughed, too then handed one of the cans to
    me. I opened it and took a long pull before leading Barbara away.

    Barbara waved to two girls who seemed to be walking toward us. I met them at
    the tour and again during the placement exams. they're both from
    Massachusetts. Barbara introduced me to Darla and Marianne. Even I had to
    admit that Darla was built like a brick shithouse. I might have been interested
    if not for Barbara. We chatted for a while until I volunteered to get some more
    sodas and some chips for all of us.

    How can you handle all that, Marianne asked. Then, to show her I held up my
    hands. Each of mine made three of hers. They laughed as I turned and walked
    toward the canteen, returning a few minutes later with four cans of Coke in one
    hand and two bowls; one of potato chips and another with pretzels in the other.
    Barbara took the bowls so I could distribute the Coke cans. As a surprise I
    then removed four cups; two in each of my suit's pockets, then pouring ice
    cubes from one to the other. In a minute we all had Coke on ice. The girls all
    laughed as Marianne asked, Is there no limit to wh

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    The Freak: Part 5.
    We begin our life together.

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    The house looks nice, Jack.


    I'm sure it is, but I doubt we ll live there. he'doesn t want to do it. He was
    looking for an excuse not to. He also thinks he can cheat us out of a thousand
    dollars. Once he gets his hands on that money we ll never get it back.

    Can he'do that?

    He ll come up with some phantom problem and we ll have to go to court to get
    it back. it's a good location, but I'm sure Mr. Silverman will advise us not to
    get involved.

    Sure enough, that's exactly what he told me. Stay away from that jerk, Jack.
    We ll find something else. And he'did. By Wednesday the real estate agent he
    was using had found us a house to share with a widow. She was pleasant and
    offered to cook our meals for a small fee if I would agree to maintain the yard
    and her flower beds. It was a winning proposition for both of us. She; Mrs.
    Mazzone; had a bedroom and bathroom on the first floor along with the kitchen
    and living room that she was willing to share while Barbara and I had a
    good-sized bedroom, bath, and a smaller room where we could study on the
    second.

    Barbara and I walked into the high school main office at 7:45 Monday morning
    where we were greeted by Mrs. Cecil. Morning, Jack; and you must be Barbara. I
    know that Mr. Wickers isn t too happy, but I think what you did was wonderful.

    Thanks, Mrs. Cecil. Here are Barbara's records and here's a note in regard to
    Wednesday.

    you're appearing before the grand jury? Oh, my! I guess that really will be a
    legal excuse, won t it? Then she laughed and her laugh brought our asshole
    principal out from his office.

    I'm not very happy with you, Mr. French!

    I really don t care, Mr. Wickers. I want Barbara to be here and she is. I m
    taking her down to see Mrs. Costello now. you'll find out soon enough what kind
    of person she is. I took Barbara by the arm and led her away.

    Oh, Jack; I'm so sorry. I'm nothing but trouble for you.

    I pulled her into the lobby where there were several large pillars. Standing
    behind one I told her, I don t ever want to hear you say that again. I love
    you, Barbara, and I'm thrilled to be married to you. Wickers is a pretty good
    principal most of the time, but he's also a real asshole sometimes and this is
    one of those times. Mr. Silverman saw the superintendent last week and he
    passed the word down to Wickers. His reaction is exactly what I thought it
    would be. I leaned down for a quick kiss that, fortunately, was unobserved and
    walked Barbara down the hall to see Mrs. Costello, the guidance counselor.

    Unlike Mr. Wickers she was warm and welcoming. She spent a few minutes asking
    Barbara what she was studying at St. Claudia's. Then she created a schedule for
    Barbara. She would be in my homeroom and my English and history classes, but
    while I was taking calculus she was taking advanced algebra and she was also
    taking chemistry instead of physics. Spanish 3 and physical education rounded
    out her schedule.

    We were walking to the lockers when she asked me, What is physical education?

    it's a chance to get good and sweaty in the gym. I'll have to ask Mom where to
    get a gym suit for you. Maybe Angela has one that will fit you. Let's find your
    locker. I think it ll be right across the hall from mine. It was, and it took
    me a minute or two to show her how it worked. In that time several of my
    classmates came over to say hello and welcome Barbara to the school. We were
    only a minute late to homeroom and we were all amused when Mrs. Snyder asked
    Barbara if she was related to me.

    we're not blood relatives, Ma am. We have the same name because we're
    married. Mrs. Snyder was shocked and everyone chuckled, remembering that
    all-out laughing wasn t appropriate in school.

    I made a brief explanation, telling her that all would become clear within the
    next month or so then Barbara took a seat near the rear of the room where there
    was an empty seat. This was a big room; big enough to hold every senior in the
    school. That came in handy when we had to make announcements to the class or
    discuss some class activity.

    I was headed to physics first period while Barbara had Spanish. Marlene offered
    to help her find the classroom. We parted with a quick hug and the next time I
    saw her was fourth period in English with Mrs. Wohl. By then she knew all about
    Barbara's presence. She added Barbara to her roll book and told her to take a
    seat wherever she could find one. Marlene was sitting next to me and got up to
    allow Barbara to sit there while she found another seat a few rows back.

    You d be disappointed if you thought there would be any shenanigans between us.
    We had plenty of that at home and our situation with Mrs. Mazzone was better
    than we had anticipated. I know you were married only two weeks ago and,
    believe it or not, I was young once too so don t worry about making a bit of
    noise at night. I'm sure you get my meaning. We did and we still made love
    every night and many mornings, too. In return we always received a beaming
    smile from our landlady.

    We actually attended one class Wednesday morning before leaving school for our
    drive to the Yonkers PD. Lieutenant Flanagan was waiting for us and whisked us
    into his sedan only a minute later. He was all business as he'described what
    would happen. I'll have to testify first. Basically, the'district attorney
    handling the case will ask a simple question and it will be our responsibility
    to flesh out the answer. Don t embellish and be honest in what you say and all
    will go well. Relax and don t be nervous. There is no cross examination at the
    grand jury. Did I explain that to you?

    Yes, I said with a little chuckle. I think you're even more nervous than we
    are.

    If I am it's for Barbara. I'm sure she'doesn t like reliving that horrible
    experience.

    you're right, Lieutenant, but if it will help stop those atrocities I'll tell
    the story a thousand times.

    you're a brave young woman, Barbara. I'll try to get Jack to testify first so
    he can be with you while you testify.

    I hadn t realized that we had to go all the way to White Plains, the county
    seat, so it was almost 10:00 by the time we had arrived. Lt. Flanagan led us
    inside until we were stopped by several court officers who wanted to see our
    ID. Flanagan flashed his badge and ID card and Barbara and I pulled our wallets
    to show our driver's licenses. Only after emptying our pockets and Barbara s
    purse were we allowed to pass. I was somewhat concerned until Lt. Flanagan
    assured us that it was to insure privacy and confidentiality of the grand
    jury's proceedings.

    We were about halfway down the hall when a door opened and we saw a woman I
    guessed was in her mid-thirties approach us. She greeted Lt. Flanagan who introduced
    her as ADA Linda Koslowsky. We shook hands and she reviewed what would happen
    even though Lt. Flanagan had just done that in the car. She agreed to the order
    he had suggested, telling us not to become anxious due to the'delay. The grand
    jury is always deliberate, she said with a chuckle. By deliberate I really
    mean slow. Not only do I ask questions, but they sometimes do, too and their
    questions can really go far afield of the issues. But this is the process we
    use and it's been in existence for hundreds of years so it must work. With
    that she led Lt. Flanagan away.

    Barbara and I sat in the uncomfortable seats for more than an hour until she
    reappeared to bring me into the room. I kissed Barbara and walked in, showing
    my surprise when the'door locked behind me. There were a lot of people seated
    in rows that rose in four tiers. I thought that there were at least forty, but
    that was just a guess. A clerk approached and I was sworn in. That was when I
    first noticed the judge off to the left of the jury. Once seated, the ADA asked
    for my name, address, age, and a few facts about my high school experiences.

    I described both my academic and athletic achievements; I was a bit taken aback
    when one of the jurors asked if I was the one who had made All-American. Yes,
    sir; that was me. I was named All-American the past two seasons. Then Mrs.
    Kozlowski questioned me about my involvement in the case at hand. I explained
    how and why I had proposed to Barbara and I described the ring in detail; size
    and color of the stone, its quality, and the type of setting and band. Lt.
    Flanagan had already produced the receipt and I stated clearly that it was the
    one I had received from Harry Winston in Manhattan. I couldn t testify about
    what had occurred in the school. Barbara had to do that, but I did tell about
    volunteering to go to the school office wearing the wire that could record the
    conversation.

    We listened to the tape in the school office and I swore that it was an honest
    and complete record of what had transpired. I answered several questions from
    the ADA and several more from some jurors. Then I repeated with the same set of
    questions about my visit to Monsignor Moran. I was about to step down when one
    elderly woman asked why I had married Barbara. First of all, I love her very
    much and have almost from the moment we met. She's an incredible person.
    Secondly, I felt that I had to protect her. Her foster parents are very caring
    people, but they are blind to any wrongs that may be committed by the leaders
    of their church. They still have difficulty believing that Barbara was whipped
    by this nun even after viewing the photographs you have seen this morning. They
    would have forced her to return to that school where she might have been
    further tortured. Would you have allowed someone you loved to endure that kind
    of treatment? I knew that I wouldn t and couldn t. I was excused from the
    stand, but was not required to leave the room. Instead, I stood just inside the
    door where I hugged Barbara as soon as she stepped in. I could see that she was
    frightened and that nothing I could do would calm her.

    She had just taken the oath when the jury forewoman spoke. I can see that
    you're nervous. You have nothing to fear, my dear. We are here to help you, not
    hurt you. Just tell us what happened to you. Tell us everything. Will you,
    please? Barbara seemed more relaxed when she sat and I reached out to take her
    hand. Barbara responded now to the questions from Mrs. Kozlowski, slowly
    rebuilding the events of that fateful Monday. She seemed to gather herself as
    she spoke. I could feel her strength in her hand grow as she progressed from
    the theft of her ring to the horrendous beating she had received at the hands
    of the nun who should have been her caring teacher. She told how she'drove
    frantically to my parents house, how my mother had phoned the school and how I
    had responded immediately. She'described her experience in the emergency room
    and how I had cared for her afterwards.

    Barbara was excused after she had testified for an hour. ADA Kozlowski thanked
    us for our time and testimony. I have no doubt that there will be indictments
    against all three of these monsters. I know these people. Half of them are
    Catholic and they hate the thought that their priests and nuns would behave in
    such a despicable and unchristian way. I'll be in touch with you by Friday,
    Lieutenant. I think you can plan to act within the next week. She thanked us
    again and Lt. Flanagan led us back to his car.

    I'll take you out to lunch then I think you should go home and rest. You ve
    been through a meat grinder, Barbara. you're a very brave young woman. I gave
    him our new phone number, the one we d had installed in Mrs. Mazzone's home
    even though she had tried to convince us to use hers as our own. I drove
    Barbara back to what was for now our home and put her to bed, lying with her
    until she was asleep then I rose and went downstairs to speak with Mrs.
    Mazzone.

    It must have been very difficult for her.

    It was. She's much braver than I could ever be. To relive those horrible
    moments over and over; I think she can feel the lashes of that whip even worse
    than she'did that infamous day. I can t wait for this horrible episode to be
    behind us. That's one of the reasons why I want us to move to Massachusetts. She
    needs to be busy, studying as well as building our life together. She needs
    more work than high school can provide.

    She needs time more than anything else. I thought I would die when my dear
    Louis passed away. Now, almost three years later I know that I still love him,
    but we were not meant to grow old together. I still miss him, especially at
    night when I am alone, but it gets easier every day. The same will happen with
    Barbara. Just be sure to be there always for her.

    You need never worry about that.

    The next three months passed swiftly, but not without a number of spectacular
    highlights. Barbara made her way into the yearbook; just barely when I phoned
    Carolyn who was the editor the afternoon after her beating. There was an April
    1 deadline unless we were willing to pay a penalty. I phoned a local
    photographer and made arrangements for her to be photographed and for the
    photos to be rushed to Carolyn's home. I trusted her to pick the best, although
    they were all excellent. I also knew that Carolyn would write something
    appropriate, in consideration of her late enrollment. She'did exactly that,
    noting that Barbara's most outstanding senior moment was, Kissing my husband
    Jack after winning the state basketball championship. Funny; that was my most
    outstanding moment, too.

    It was only six days after our appearance before the grand jury that Lt.
    Flanagan and a squad of police appeared at St. Claudia's School. There were
    arrests; Sister Mary Theresa in the main office and Sister Mary Patrick removed
    kicking and fighting from her classroom immediately; and two others after the
    records so vainly kept by a series of self-serving principals had been
    examined. Also found was a small treasure of purloined jewelry in the'desk and
    dresser of Sister Mary Patrick as well as the three other nuns; baubles stolen
    over the'decades from innocent and unsuspecting students and their families.
    Barbara's ring was in Sister Mary Patrick's desk. The blood-soaked whip was
    easily found on a hook in her closet.

    Lt. Flanagan then took a small group of officers to the archdiocese offices to
    arrest Msgr. Moran. The list of charges went on for four pages, rivaling only
    those of the two nuns. Not surprisingly, the Cardinal denied any knowledge of
    the allegations. Barbara and I watched almost everything on the six o clock
    news that evening, declining an invitation from the'district Attorney to
    witness the arrests.

    As I had anticipated, Stanley Silverman instituted a class action lawsuit on
    behalf of the three hundred and seventy-six victims, some of whom were old
    enough to be grandparents now, using the list to identify and locate them. The
    suit claimed compensatory damages of more than eight hundred million dollars
    and unspecified punitive damages. He held a major press conference on the steps
    of the State Courthouse in which he fervently expressed his ire at the actions
    of the so-called professionals parents had entrusted with their daughters. He
    wanted Barbara and me there, but we politely declined. We d done enough.

    I had always gone fishing over the Memorial Day weekend so when I asked if I
    could use the bungalow my parents agreed immediately. We were at dinner two
    Sundays prior and Carole actually begged to join us. I think that Jack and
    Barbara would enjoy some time alone, Mom told her. But Barbara and I had
    anticipated her request and agreed if we could get Carole out of school a bit
    early on Friday afternoon. Thus, Barbara drove from school to my parents home
    on Thursday to get Carole's clothes for the weekend then she'drove into
    Tuckahoe to get me after our game.
    Unfortunately, we weren t going to the playoffs.I'dhad a good year on the
    mound, pitching my way to a 4-1 record and a 2.05 ERA while batting for a .420
    average on exactly 21 for 50. Our other two pitchers, however, had losing
    records and of my teammates, only Tony had a decent batting average. Even Eli
    who had made All-County with me last year had been mired in a season-long
    slump, barely batting .200.

    We left the high school at 2:00 and picked Carole up only five minutes later.
    She was elated to be with us and we always enjoyed being with her, too. We
    reached the bungalow by four, stopping in nearby Rocky Point to pick up some
    hooks and sinkers as well as a dozen sand worms, the preferred bait for
    blackfish in the spring. Blacks live in rocky areas so the north shore of Long
    Island is almost ideal with the millions of rocks large and small pushed down
    from New England by the ancient glaciers.

    The first thing I did was strip the monofilament from my spinning reel and
    re-spool with new twenty-pound test mono. When that was done I took my two
    girls out for a quick dinner; pizza. Mom knew that we were now practicing
    Lutherans so meat on Friday was not only acceptable, it was the norm. We had a
    special dispensation as a result. Carole liked pepperoni while I liked sausage.
    Barbara, ever the'diplomat, would accept both so we ordered a large half and
    half and a couple of Cokes. Getting to the restaurant early meant we could eat
    quickly and get back to try fishing while there was still daylight.

    I made my first cast and stood still, my long rod resting on my thigh. Barbara
    and Carole amused themselves by playing tag. Somehow Carole was always able to
    catch Barbara, but Barbara had the utmost difficulty catching her eight
    year-old sister-in-law. They were laughing like crazy when I had my first bite.
    This kind of fishing takes patience. The first tug occurs when the fish mouths
    the bait. Strike then and you'll catch nothing. you're only pulling the hook
    out of the fish's mouth. I ve done this for years so I was ready for the second
    powerful tug. A strong pull on the rod set the hook. I always file the point so
    it's razor sharp. Blackfish have thick fleshy lips so a sharp hook is a real
    advantage. I pulled it easily to the shore, knowing as I did that I would
    release it. Sure enough it was a lightweight. It was only out of the water for
    seconds before it swam away.

    The fishing was great for the next hour as I caught and kept two fish over five
    pounds; a gift for Mrs. Mazzone. I cleaned them at the water's edge, removing
    the head and the entrails then turning the knife over and scraping it against
    the scales to remove them. Finally, I used an old set of kitchen shears to
    remove the fins. I washed my hands and my tools and we were ready to hike up
    the path.I'dnever found walking up the path at night to be terribly difficult
    because there was usually ambient light from the moon and stars. It was really
    dark once we were under the trees, but the path was surprisingly easy to see
    because of the contrast between the white sand and the'dark green plants that
    appeared black at night. Barbara got Carole ready for bed while I washed the
    fish, dried them with a clean rag then wrapped them in aluminum foil for the
    refrigerator.

    We hugged and kissed Carole as we tucked her in and then she asked the big
    question, Barbara, where are you and J.J. going to sleep?

    Right over here in Jack's bed.

    Both of you? In that little bed?

    Yup! And there will still be room for you in the morning. Okay?

    Apparently it was because Carole smiled, hugged Barbara and me one last time
    and rolled over to sleep. Barbara and I retreated to the living room where we
    sat quietly reading some of my parents extensive library of paperbacks. Only
    when we were sure that she was soundly asleep did we shower and make love, with
    Barbara seated securely on the kitchen counter, me standing between her legs.
    Barbara had taken a small towel from the linen closet to stifle her usual
    orgasmic scream. we'retired as we did every night with Barbara's head on my
    chest and her leg over my thigh. There was one huge difference though; we were
    wearing t-shirts and gym shorts because of Carole's presence.

    We fished again on Saturday, this time with my friends, but at night we took
    Carole to the'drive-in movie in nearby Rocky Point. She played in the
    playground before the movie and enjoyed the cartoons, but lay down on the rear
    seat under a small blanket once they had ended.

    We took Carole with us to the Lutheran church with Mom's blessing then fished
    all Sunday afternoon. Blackfish are funny. Sometimes you can fish all day and
    catch nothing, not even getting a single bite. Other times you can t reel the
    fish in fast enough. The afternoon was a washout, but after dinner it was hotter
    thanI'dever seen. I must

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  • The Freak: Part 4
    The Freak: Part 4.
    My day of revenge.

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    THE FREAK; Part 4

    That happened much earlier that I had thought. She and Mr.

    Gleason were at the house at eight the following morning, arriving just before
    my Aunt Debbie and Uncle Dave with my cousins. We left the house at 8:35 in
    three cars; Mr. and Mrs. Gleason with my parents and Angela, the cousins with
    Aunt Debbie and Uncle Dave, and my remaining two sisters with Barbara and me.
    Angela volunteered to get on line if necessary as we would be about ten minutes
    later due to picking up Eli.

    Once down in the Village I turned right at the playground, the site of some
    really intense basketball games. So far as I knew, I was the only white guy to
    play there without hearing plenty of jibes and insults. Then again, there
    wasn t one other player who could keep up with me. After the playground I made
    another left and a right before pulling into Eli's driveway. Carole squeezed
    out from the back seat and sprinted up the sidewalk. The front door opened just
    as she arrived and Eli scooped her up into his arms.

    Hey there, Big C; I hear you're in the wedding, too. Then he hugged her,
    giving her a big kiss. Carole loved when he called her Big C, especially because
    she was by far the smallest in our family. Eli greeted us as he pulled the seat
    forward for Carole and squeezed into the front passenger seat next to Barbara
    and me.

    How's your back, Barbara? you'really look beautiful; unfortunately, there's
    nothing special about you Freak. Did you comb that head with an egg beater this
    morning?

    At least I never had the stupidity to get a Mohawk.

    Ouch! That hurt! But it really is an honor to be with you this morning. I
    think all the guys and their girlfriends are going to be there, too.

    Barbara leaned over to kiss Eli's cheek and laughed. Jack told me about the
    Mohawk. Wow, is your mother strict!

    Yeah, but looking at how some of the other kids behave I'm glad she is. They
    have no discipline; no self-control. I see nothing but trouble for most of
    them. It ll be too late by the time they finally grow up. Enough of this
    negativity; where are you going for your honeymoon?

    we're leaving this afternoon for my parents bungalow. it's not much, but
    we ll have quiet and privacy.

    More importantly, we ll have each other, Barbara said as she reached up to
    kiss my cheek. I turned left at the light onto White Plains Road and less than
    ten minutes later I was parking in the Town Hall lot. Angela was right there
    first in line with two couples behind her. We took her place with an apology to
    those behind us. They assured us it was not a problem and that Angela had told
    them that she was holding the spot for her brother. I gave her a hug as we took
    our place in line.

    We hadn t been there five minutes when I heard a clamor behind us. All of my
    school friends and some of Barbara s; no doubt the work of Mrs. Gleason; walked
    in. I was proud when I saw that they were all in suits and dresses. I would
    have walked over to thank them, but the'door opened at that very second.
    Barbara and I walked in with Eli and Carole right behind us. I showed our
    license and our judicial waiver, and paid the fee, handing Eli the rings before
    a quick request to the clerk and stepping forward to meet the Justice. I shook
    his hand, slipping him a twenty that he calmly slipped into his pocket. he'did
    laugh when he saw the crowd, but took charge, telling everyone where to stand.
    My family and Mr. and Mrs. Gleason had prime locations. Eli stood to my right;
    Carole to Barbara's left.

    I had worn my navy suit as stated, but I was surprised to find it newly pressed
    as was my shirt AND tie. Barbara was stunning in a silver-white short-sleeved
    dress that was mostly form-fitting with a loose matching vest /jacket that
    ended at her waist over the bodice. Her coordinating heels were a great match
    and her diamond and opal jewelry set went with the outfit perfectly, as well.

    I listened carefully to every word the Justice said, repeating word-for-word
    the oath of love and loyalty, forsaking all others gladly and loudly,
    proclaiming my love for Barbara, followed immediately by Barbara proclaiming
    her undying love for me. Eli produced the rings on time and Carole smiled
    broadly through the entire brief ceremony. It ended to nobody's surprise with
    the command to kiss the bride. I had intended a quick relatively chaste kiss,
    but Barbara grabbed my head, pressed our lips together, and held it for more
    than ten seconds before pulling back to whisper, I love you more than I can
    ever say so I'm going to show you every single moment of every single day. We
    turned and walked out, making room for the next group of four people even as I
    slipped the clerk another twenty in trade for a legal-sized envelope with the
    typed documents I had requested.

    Once outside Dad startled me by inviting everyone back to the house. We ll
    have deli meats and bread and a host of salads. there's soda and beer and even
    the hard stuff and we're hoping you will all come.

    When I reached home I learned that Mom had ordered everything including
    delivery yesterday while Barbara and I were getting our license. Two of our
    closest neighbors had taken the'delivery and organized everything.

    The house was jammed with people even though my parents house is large; not
    mansion large, but close. The living room alone is almost 600 square feet and
    when you add in the'dining room, kitchen, breakfast nook, and my bedroom/family
    room at the rear the total was well over 1,000. I was standing with Eli,
    sipping a Coke, while Barbara spoke to a few of her friends from school. They
    told her that some absurd story had been created to explain her sudden
    departure. I overheard one of the girls refer to the nun as the troll. It
    must have been a commonly used name because the other three nodded their heads
    in agreement.

    I would have laughed had Eli not spoken. you're a lucky guy, Freak. She is an
    incredible woman. She's beautiful, intelligent, has a killer body, and it s
    obvious that she is totally in love with you.

    you're right, Eli. The'day I met her was the luckiest day of my life; until
    today, anyway. There was no way I was going to let her get away from me. He
    clapped me on the back and left to tickle Big C before grabbing a sandwich from
    the'dining room table. Angela started the phonograph and as soon as I heard
    Sea of Love I moved the latest Mrs. French to dance.

    We held each other closely as I whispered, Come with me, my love; to the sea;
    the sea of love; I want to tell you how much I love you; . I was pleased when
    Barbara pulled me even closer to her body. The message was clear; I belong to
    you; everything; all of me.

    I saw my sister Marie taking plenty of photos, spending Dad's money freely. I
    knew she was on at least her third roll of film. We ate and danced and received
    the well wishes of our friends and family, but at 1:45 we disappeared upstairs
    exactly as planned. Once in Carole's room we changed our clothes and I was
    especially keen to check on Barbara's back.

    There were signs of healing, but it was all too clear that she still had a very
    long way to go.

    Ten minutes later we strolled downstairs dressed in jeans, casual shirts, and
    light jackets. Our suitcases and toiletries had been packed into the trunk of
    the Olds earlier this morning. We said our good-byes quickly, taking extra time
    to thank my parents, Eli, and Big C then we were off to our abbreviated
    honeymoon. We were on the Hutchinson River Parkway toward the Whitestone
    Bridge, making sure that I had the change for the tolls. The traffic heading
    eastbound on Long Island's limited east-west highways was terrible during the
    afternoon rush hour and our goal was to reach Suffolk County by 3:00. We
    actually missed that by five minutes, but we clearly had avoided the bulk of
    the traffic and all of the'delays one could expect.

    We had been on the road talking and joking and looking forward to our life
    together when I asked her what she had been discussing with her friends. I
    told them how I had asked Sister Mary Patrick about my ring and how she had treated
    me and about my injuries. They weren t all that surprised. Elizabeth told me
    that she was beaten last year; not as many times as I was and for some minor
    transgression in class. She said that her parents were told that she'd be
    kicked out of school and possibly excommunicated by Msgr. Moran if they
    complained so they said nothing.

    I'll bet we can come up with lots of other girls just by talking to your
    friends and their friends and so forth. Mr. Silverman thinks we may be able to
    file a class action suit. That could involve hundreds of millions of dollars
    and I'm sure it would get plenty of publicity. it's just like Moran to threaten
    the injured parties. Well, that won t happen to us, will it?

    Barbara laughed. I loved hearing her laugh. No, it won t because we already
    quit, right?

    Absolutely! Did I hear them call the nun a troll?

    Yes, that's what we call her. She's short, maybe five feet two inches at most
    and she must weigh 250 pounds. Her breasts hang down to her navel and her nose
    is all misshapen and she has a beard. We know because one day in a weak moment
    she told us how hard it was for her to have to shave once a week. That was also
    the'day that she condemned all men, telling us how the boys treated her when
    she was young. I gathered then that she hadn t changed much as she grew older.
    She's also one of the teachers you mentioned. She never attended college and
    she brags all the time about how that shows how smart she is. I thought about
    that, wondering whether that information might be of use to Lt. Flanagan.

    We were about half an hour from the bungalow when a thought hit me. I had to
    laugh and I did until Barbara asked me why. I just realized something. Today
    is my re-birthday. With all the excitement I completely forgot. I was struck by
    lightning exactly ten years ago today. I guess that makes me doubly lucky
    today. Barbara laughed then, as I stopped at a light, she moved over to give
    me a long hot kiss. Several people honked their horns when the light had turned
    green and I hadn t moved an inch.

    I drove up the lawn all the way to the back door of the bungalow. My dad had
    built most of it himself back in 1948. It was a simple rectangle with a galley
    kitchen right at the back door. I turned on the electricity right after
    carrying my kicking and laughing wife over the threshold. I left her to wander
    the house while I did the most objectionable job of opening the house; climbing
    headfirst into the crawlspace to turn the water on at the main. There were
    always plenty of spiders there and I had seen several black widows there over
    the years. That was why I ran a long stick around the opening and down the pit
    to where the valve was located. I also wore an old long-sleeved sweatshirt I
    had thrown into the trunk just for this purpose.

    Barbara met me in the living room. This is really nice, Jack

    it's better now than it was when it was built. There were no ceilings then and
    early in the morning there were comic books thrown from room to room and you
    could get hit by someone's sneaker, too. In spite of that, there was almost a
    rebellion when Dad decided to add the ceilings. Also, originally there were no
    doors to the bedrooms; only cloth drapes. I don t think that Mom was too happy
    with that. They only lasted one summer.

    Which is your bed?

    I pointed to the bedroom on the far right. Over here on the right. I have the
    one by the wall and Carole has the one under the window. I ve been thinking of
    buying a lot or two somewhere around here. The beach is great. Some days you
    can sit there and not see another person for miles. I'll take you down there
    tomorrow. There are pebbles all along the north shore so walking barefoot is
    tough at first, but within a week or so your feet will get calloused and you'll
    be fine. Best of all is the water. it's great for kids because it's usually
    calm and clean so it's wonderful for swimming, snorkeling, and fishing. there's
    also a big rock about a quarter mile down the beach that's right at the edge of
    the water. You can walk down there at high tide and dive off and swim right
    back up the rock because of the way it's shaped. it's pretty neat. Of course we
    have names for all these rocks. I'll show you tomorrow.

    But first, we have to check out the house. I'll give you the easy job. You can
    make the beds. we're using my parents room. While you're doing that I have to
    check for dead mice. The look on Barbara's face was priceless. We sometimes
    get field mice that come in during the winter. Every September we put out
    Mouse-not s; essentially strychnine poison; along with a small cup of water
    which activates the poison. That's the good part. The bad is that they often
    die here either in the storage compartment in the couch or behind it or under
    it.

    I found the sheets for Barbara while I made my search. Sure enough I found two
    that had been dead for some time. I picked them up using a rag and placed them
    into a brown paper bag I would throw out later when we went out for dinner. It
    was almost that time now. We had eaten several times at the party so a big
    sit-down meal was out of the question, besides we wanted to have plenty of time
    to make love. We agreed on a pizza joint we had passed on the way.

    We split a small sausage pizza and a large Pepsi then bought two Pepsi six
    packs at the local supermarket, but no food. We agreed that we d rather spend
    our time making love than cooking and cleaning.

    It was when we had returned to the bungalow that I received the first shock of
    my married life. Rather than make the two beds in my parents bedroom, she had
    made mine; a simple twin. How much room have we needed the last two nights,
    Jack? Hmm? The only difference is that neither one of us is going to wear
    anything.

    Nothing?

    Well; I'm going to be wearing you and you're going to be wearing me. We will
    have a blanket and a sheet. But I expect to feel you all night and when I feel
    that certain something special that I ve come to love; . I couldn t help but
    laugh. I wanted to take a shower, but Barbara was impatient. She stripped me in
    seconds then shed her clothes, as well. I did make her wait until I had checked
    her back. Almost all of her bleeding welts had scabbed over, but I would still
    have to apply the ointment and reapply the bandages before we'retired.
    Otherwise I was afraid I would further injure my bride in my sleep.

    Barbara pulled several dozen condoms from her purse. When I gave her a
    questioning look she laughed as she explained, Your mom is a really prepared
    woman. She bought them for us while you were in school then made sure they were
    in my purse. You know that guys never go into a girl's purse. Anyway, we have
    enough to get us through the weekend.

    I shook my head in dismay, but thought this would be a good time for a
    discussion that would impact both of us. I explained how I had made some
    changes in my portfolio to buy Searles Pharmaceuticals because they had
    marketed the new birth control pill. We talked about the pros and cons,
    ultimately agreeing that she would try it. I explained further that the pill
    was a sign of progress; medically and sexually.

    If we don t make some progress pretty soon; .. I could take the hint, lying
    back on the bed so Barbara could climb onto my body. Try touching my back,
    Jack.

    I don t want to; .

    I know, but we have to experiment a bit. Oh! I guess I'm not ready yet.
    Barbara was kneeling between my legs, rubbing my cock with her nipples. Moving
    forward she gripped my organ and I began to worry those hard wrinkled nipples
    as our kiss began. After a shaky beginningI'dlearned to love Barbara s
    kisses. Just the touch of her lips to mine was enough to harden me to steel.
    She carefully tore through the wrapper and rolled the thin latex sheath down
    over the head and shaft. I could tell in an instant that she was more than
    ready, easily seeing the reflection of her nectar running down her thighs in
    the'dim light as she gripped me and spread her legs to almost one hundred and
    eighty degrees. Seconds later we were in heaven, sharing our desire, our need,
    and mostly our love.

    Barbara must have been practicing because she gave me some sensations I had
    never felt before, either that or she was saving something special for when we
    were married. Her cunny was vibrating around my cock, driving me crazy with
    lust. That, combined with her frenetic movements, brought us to a delightful,
    but unfortunately swift conclusion. I twisted her big clit as I drove into her
    with all my strength. Barbara screamed into the night as her body exploded with
    rapture. My orgasm was there, too. It took all my energy and determination not
    to reach around her to clutch her to my body.

    Instead, I grabbed the muscular orbs of her ass, waiting for her convulsions to
    ebb. Finally, we settled together, a sweaty dirty mess. I pulled the condom
    off, resting it on a hanky that I used to wipe myself clean then I pulled the
    blanket over us. My final act of the best day of my life was to whisper, I
    love you, Mrs. French. Barbara kissed my cheek and we were gone.

    We rose early, showered and I addressed her back's needs; applying ointment and
    bandages; then we dressed for breakfast; just jeans and sweatshirts and
    sneakers.

    Breakfast out in this area meant going to a nearby deli for bacon and eggs on a
    roll. We also ordered sandwiches for our lunch. We were back to the bungalow in
    plenty of time for my phone calls first to Lt. Flanagan and second to Mr.
    Silverman. Lt. Flanagan told us that he had secured a warrant for both phone
    taps and for recording my conversations with the school principal and my least
    favorite monsignor. I made arrangements to meet with him at 8:00 Monday
    morning. I thought it would be the perfect opportunity; school would be closed,
    but the principal and staff were scheduled to work. I had no idea how he had
    learned that, but I agreed. I knew that I would have no trouble meeting with
    Msgr. Moran. All I had to do was tell him that I wanted to talk about my pledge
    for the'dunwoodie Chapel renovation. I did want to speak with him about it, but
    the conversation wasn t one he would enjoy. I was going to renege after seeing
    how Barbara had been so terribly mistreated.

    Mr. Silverman told me that he had met with a judge early yesterday morning and
    had been given a writ requiring the Tuckahoe School District to enroll Barbara
    French, nee Millard, a transfer student from St. Claudia's in Yonkers. Also, a
    second writ required St. Claudia's to provide me with Barbara's records. That
    visit would give me a legitimate reason to visit the school. Finally, he told
    me that he had met with a local real estate agent yesterday afternoon in regard
    to a short-term rental. He said that my reputation in the community would
    probably help in that regard because everyone knew of my character. I rung off,
    telling him we d speak again Monday after my undercover work was done.

    The whole purpose of using the bungalow was to give us some time to be alone
    together and, other than a few minutes spent with two of my friends on the
    beach, that was exactly what we had. If anything, our love for each other grew
    every time we made love that weekend and we made love often; a minimum of three
    times a day, taking time off only to rest, shower, eat, and walk on the beach.
    I had always loved the peace I had found on the beach and Barbara obviously
    agreed. we'resolved to buy a lot in the area where we could spend our summers
    and odd weekends when not taking classes in Massachusetts.

    Sunday was Easter and we agreed to attend some kind of church services. After
    reviewing the options we decided on the Lutheran church in nearby Rocky Point,
    mostly because there was a Lutheran church just two blocks from St. Catharine s
    in Pelham. We closed up the bungalow after the enjoyable service, ate lunch at
    a restaurant on the way home and arrived at my parents home around three that
    afternoon.

    Of course, they wanted to know how Barbara was feeling. To that she only had a
    huge smile which made my mother laugh and my father red-faced. My back still
    hurts, but someone is spoiling me rotten and he's always putting that stuff on
    me and bandaging my boo-boo's. That was directed at Carole who laughed
    hysterically. She ran to Barbara and would have hugged her under other
    circumstances. Instead, Barbara hugged her, kissing her cheek. Then she
    whispered, just loud enough for all of us to hear, I'm so glad you're

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