Monday, August 02, 2004

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TWINS IN LOVE

CHAPTER 62



Both mom and Paul moved onto the bed and got a little more comfortable
as I stood behind Marie and fucked her.

My hands tenderly caressing her bullet nipples as they hung into my
hands. Occasionally glancing at Paul to see his wide eyed excitement of me
fucking his mother like this.

Hearing her moan, hearing me moan at our pleasure, as she leaned with
her hands on the bed.

Watching mom ease up on him and laying so that she was on his chest with
her head and bringing his hands to caress her tits while they watched us.
Mom's nipples as hard as I had ever seen them.

"Oh, I love it Kenny honey. I really love it like this!" Both of us
into a nice steady rythym. Almost all my strokes into her going completely
in. Feeling her wonderful wet pussy loving me back with her gripping and
massaging deep in her.

"OOOOOOHHHH Marie honey, you feel so nice."

I couldn't remember seeing mom so excited. Her face was red and her
blond hair laying across Paul's chest as her head turned to watch us even
closer.

Seeing Paul's shaky hands still on mom's tits as my cock went into his
mother.

"Cum in me Kenny honey. Show Paul how you fuck me and cum in me." "Show
my son how we love Kenny." Marie was moaning softly with her words and with
her pleasure of my cock sliding in and out. She was fucking ack at me with
a nice rythym.

Now, I pulled out and my cock sprang up. Mom's eyes seemed to glow as
she saw it and watched as I guided Marie on her back now. Her legs
instantly widening for me as I eased my cock in from the front now. Both
of us holding each other tight and rocking with my cock deeply embedded in
her.

Rolling my hips in wide circles as I stayed in her. It was so nice.
Both of us so near....and so were mom's lips.

Mom waited til I raised higher off Marie's face from kissing her and
then leaned over her and kissed her herself.

Feeling her own passions burning through her own body as Marie's were so
on edge from our fucking.

Paul was completely taken by surprise at seeing mom kissing his mother
like this as I fucked her. I knelt back with my cock still in Marie and
gave mom more room to now kneel over Marie and lick her tits as she cupped
them up to her mouth.

Paul let out a loud moan at seeing this.

"Help my mother Paul. Help my mom suck your mom's beautiful tits while
I fuck her!"

Paul moved so fast it was almost a blur. He got on the other side of
Marie as mom smiled up to him. Now, both of them sharing and sucking
Marie's tits as she screamed in pleasure. Gripping my cock as I buried
deep in her.

Mom leaned over to Paul and kissed him excitedly over Marie's flopping
tits. Then they both went back to sucking them. Soon, Marie was really
moaning and clamping my cock. I fucked her harder and faster. My own cock
throbbing in her wet world and beginning to shoot. Mom saw the both of us
cumming now and told Paul to suck his mother's pussy.

Reaching to pull me out of Marie after my first spurt. Mom quickly bent
down and pulled me to the side and sucked my cock hard. Telling Paul to
suck his mother's pussy right now. "suck your mother Paul. She's cumming
and needs your mouth right now." Paul did as mom told him and got between
Marie's soaked legs and sucked her entire spread pussy as mom sucked me
until my spurts stopped once again. Her hands wildly stroking and
caressing my balls as she sucked. She was rally hot and excited. Even
choking as she sucked the spurts of my cum.

Paul was sucking his mother wildly too. I was drained now and mom
finally let my cock go. Both of us now turning to see Paul still licking
and sucking his mother. "Suck her good Paul. Mothers love this from their
sons Paul." "Suck your mother's cum juices honey." "Suck the pussy that
made you honey!"

Mom was really letting go with a barrage of excited urgings to him.
Paul was wild. His mouth was all over Marie's pussy. Licking and sucking
everywhere. Marie was thrashing and crashing through yet another orgasm as
she let go in her son's mouth. The sheet below her humping pussy was
soaked.

Mom's eyes were wide as she told him, "Fuck her now. Get up and fuck
her Paul. She needs that huge cock right now, Paul!"

"Yesssss, Pauly honey fuck me, please fuck me....OOOHHH God! Fuck me
now honey....."

Paul rose and we saw his huge cock throbbing up and down wildly as he
grabbed it and aimed at his mother's soaking wet pussy. "Shove it in me
Pauly. Fuck me." Once he had it inside, he fell down on her and Marie
humped up for as much of his cock as she could. Her legs wrapped around
his ass and urged him to fuck her. Wildly humping up and down as she tried
for still more cock. Mom was kneeling next to Marie with me at her side.
Marie was almost out of it as she felt Paul ram more cock into her as he
should. She was now filled with more cock than she had ever safely felt in
her entire life as she groaned and moaned up to him. Sweating, hearing him
moaning loud as he felt his mother's pussy loving him.

Realizing he might really hurt her finally, and withdrew some of his
cock from her.

"OOOHHH Mom I love you so much. So much." "I love you too honey. Love
me now. Fuck me honey. Take me."

Mom's hand reaching to caress my softened wet cock as she watched Marie
go into another orgasm complete with Paul shooting his cum in and out of
Marie's humping pussy. Paul watched mom fall again and kiss Marie as he
knelt back after cuming in his mother and still had his cock deep in her. I
looked at his cock as he stayed there. So red and wet from being sucked
like mine was.

Marie and mom kissing frantically. Paul watching their tits crushing
into each other's as they kissed.

Finally, mom raised off Marie and she eased back against the headboard.
Urging me to come up near her side as Paul now took over kissing his mother
as they sat on the edge of the bed.

Mom suggesting that we go down and have a swim. Now, not seeming to
care who was still down there and what they would think of all of us being
naked.

Mom getting a promise from Paul that he would put that huge cock in her
in one hour. Making him promise that he wouldn't let any other woman fuck
with his cock and drain it before she had this monster in her. Paul, eager
for mom, agreed.

Paul and Marie waited at the downstairs den bar for mom and me as we
went to check on Karen and dad. We all wanted to make a naked GRAND
ENTRANCE into the pool together.

Mom softly knocked and we went in.

Karen was moaning softly as dad laid between her legs licking her soft
pussy. We wondered if he had even been inside her yet? Mom walked over to
the side of the bed and caressed his head. "Taste her honey. Love her."
"Drink our daughter honey," she encouraged him. She leaned down and kissed
Karen's excited face, and then surprisingly, kissed her nipples too as her
face turned back to watching dad licking Karen.

"Have you been inside our daughter yet honey?" "Have you felt her
beautiful pussy yet?"

Dad raised his mouth and said "No, honey I was going to right now." "Oh,
wonderful honey. Now I can share this with you."

Dad was really hard, His cock bobbing as he knelt up now. Karen's was
so very excited and moaning softly as she remained with her legs spread
wide open in front of dad.

He was still between her legs. Mom smiled down to her. " Now you'll
feel your father's cock inside you honey. Now he will finally love you as
he loves me."

Mom leaned down and kissed Karen on the lips softly and then bent down
to suck dad's cock for Karen to see, as he knelt there. Dad moaned as he
felt mom's mouth go all the way down his cock. This made Karen really moan
with anticipation. Watching mom suck him, the cock that was now about to
go inside her for the very first time.

Mom raised her head off dad's cock now and told him to put it in their
daughter. "Love her honey. Love your daughter as she loves you." Mom
reached and guided dad's cock right up to Karen's pussy and then let go.
Karen raised her pussy up to urge him into her and he pushed. Falling down
on her as his cock went into her for their very first time. Karen letting
out a loud moan as she felt this dream of dad's huge cock go all the way
into her pussy and up to her womb. In one huge push, dad was completely
buried inside her wet pussy. Dad moaning into the pillow under her as he
felt the tightness and wetness of his daughter for the first time.

Feeling mom's hands softly caressing his ass as she watched him bury
himself into Karen.

Karen's arms wrapped tightly around dad as she moaned at the completness
of his cock finally in her. Completely filled with her father's cock as
they both dreamed for so very long. Not a spare centimeter of room left in
her young pussy.

It took her a minute to adjust to dad and his size before he began to
pump her lovingly. Seeing her spread legs and offering her complete self
up to him. Seeing her pussy urging him to fuck her now as mom rose off the
bed and came to kiss me.

"Like our first time honey. I'm so glad we didn't miss this." I cupped
mom's tits as she turned back to the bed.

"Make love to her honey. Love your daughter as she loves you honey. As
I love our son.

Let her feel your seed fill her like I do honey.

Mom's soft words carried across to dad's ears as he moaned in extreme
pleasure inside Karen. Her legs trying to desperately wrap around his
grinding ass as he begab to really fuck her now.

Watching him begin to fuck her with gentleness and kissing her as his
lover. Kissing him as her longed for lover. We watched for another minute
and mom softly asked them to join us naked down at the pool, with the rest
of the lovers, when they were finished.

We turned as Karen started to go through her first of several orgasms
she would have with dad in this lovemaking. Mom wrapping her arms around
me and really giving me a passionate kiss, listening to her daughter cum
from her husband's thrusting cock, just before we walked out.



We joined Paul and Marie in the den bar. Hearing some moaning out on
the deck, as she poured us a drink. All of us still sitting there naked.

Knowing mom and Marie had just initiated Paul to having mom suck him,
and knowing he would fuck her in an hour.

Initiated him to seeing her kiss his mother and suck her nipples right
along with him, as he fucked her.

Mom lovingly reached for his softened, yet still huge cock and stroked
it lovingly as she sipped from her drink. They were turned toward each
other on the stools.

"I've loved it so far Paul, how about you honey?"

"Oh Rita, between you and mom...I've never.....OOOHHH."

"OUR night will be complete soon, honey, when you put this in me for the
first time." Mom leaned forward and kissed him softly. Still caressing his
cock in her hand. It was after one more drink when we finally heard dad
and Karen come downstairs. We called to them and as we mentioned, Join us
naked. They did. Karen was in a trance. I looked at her knowing she
probably had one of the best orgasms in her life. Her dream of fucking dad
was now a reality. Dad was holding her hand as they came up to us near the
bar. Marie fixing them both a drink too.

Mom leaned over and kissed dad with a warm smile. They just looked at
each other now. There were no words to describe what just happened and mom
knew it.

Finally dad realized that mom had her hand still on Paul's cock.
Following his eyes with a smile, "Honey, I sucked this a little earlier. I
sucked Paul. This huge cock honey." "I had to honey." They looked into
each other's eyes while all of us stayed quiet. A million words being said
with no sound. "It's the third cock I've ever touched honey. In my entire
life." Reaching for his with her other hand and cupping his balls. "Yours,
Kenny's and now this one, honey."

"I want to make love with it later, honey. Do you mind?" "I want to
feel this monster inside me honey, like Marie has, like Donna has. Like
the rest of the girls want honey?"

Mom was searching his eyes for an answer as he looked at her. His balls
still in her soft hand being caressed while she still caressed Paul's with
her other hand.

Dad finally leaned forward and kissed her softly. His hand holding her
tit as they kissed.

"Sure honey. Go ahead." "You've given me more pleasure in our marriage
than I really deserve. Opened the door for me to make love with our
daughters as he reached for Karen next to him. Karen's eyes dropped to
watch mom's hands as she caressed both Paul's and dad's balls at the same
time.

"You've opened the door for me to make love with Marie, here, and Donna.
But most of all, the wonderful difference in our love now honey." He turned
to Paul now."Love her well Paul."

Mom leaned forward letting go of Paul and using both her hands to openly
cup dad's balls as she kissed him softly.

Now, we finished our drinks explaining we didn't care now who saw all of
us naked. Meaning dad's brother, or PAM?

He smiled and said, Dan's been expecting it honey. I warned him
yesterday. Mom smiled and we all headed for the pool.

Personally, I was wondering about Pam? Could I have her now? Now that
Paul was definitely going to fuck my mom shortly?

Now that Paul had fucked my girlfriend, his sister? Now that my mom
sucked the tits of his own mom? Now that mom took half his cock in her
mouth and made him cum?

Would she allow me to approach her with my nakedness and obvious hard on
attraction to her? Would she scream and demand to leave upon seeing all of
us come out on the deck naked? Knowing we had all just shared sex?

A thousand quick questions running through my mind as we neared the
sounds of moans, giggles and music.

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Thursday, July 29, 2004

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CHUCK AND MAGGIE NAKED IN SCHOOL PART ONE MONDAY

CHAPTER ONE MAGGIE

Let's see. They want me to prance naked around the school for a week.

Do you get penalized for asking for relief once every single class?

Hi, I'm Maggie Benson, and I'm Westport High's very own semen
depository. Any time, any place, any orifice. And they're letting me walk
around school naked for a week? There ought to be a law against a girl
having that much fun! Really. While I was walking through the school to
the principal's office this morning after they called my name, I saw half
the guys in school's eyes light up. Oh, I was gonna have a good time! Not
that I don't anyway, mind you. One thing I've found is, that if you like
sex, and you're a girl, it's real easy to indulge yourself. Not having to
take any clothes off beforehand just makes it easier.

Now, there were drawbacks to the whole thing, mind you. Being naked
means all my little illusion tricks were gone. Y'see, I don't have much of
a body. I know what to do with what I've got, mind you, but the visuals
aren't all that impressive. And the waterfilled bras and
paddedinthebutt panties were going right out the window with the rest of
my clothes. Usually, once I get to the stripping stage, I've got the guy
so worked up he wouldn't give a shit if I didn't have any boobs at all.
Now I'd have to reveal the lack of boobs long before we got to that point.
So, that was a worry.

My solution? Well, it's my solution to everything. Exude sexuality.
And one thing I've found outfor most guys, there's nothing sexier than a
girl that doesn't say no.

I'm addicted, I admit it. Started when I was all of twelve. I had an
older cousin I was close to, she was 15 at the time, and sexually
activeand loved telling her poor, impressionable little cousin all about
it. I liked hearing it. One day, I was at her house, nobody else
thereshe was "babysitting" meand over comes her boyfriend. "Well, all
that stuff I've been telling you aboutI'll let you give it a try with
him," my cousin says. So the boyfriend comes over, feels me up a bitthen
goes down on me.

Now, it's my experienceand I do have enough experiencethat a
15yearold guy who will go down on a girl is a rare creature indeed. And,
of the few that will do it, it's even rarer to find one that's good at it.
This guy was really good at it. After all the sex I've had in the five
years since this happened, he's still at the top of my personal
cunnylapping list. I don't know if my cousin trained him or what, but he
was welltrained, let me tell you. And, at 12 years old, I made a
discovery. I was really orgasmic. After three screaming cums at the end
of this guy's tongue, I was hollering "Fuck me! Stick it in me! Fuck me!"
So he did. He wasn't all that biggood thing, since I was only 12but he
knew what he was doing. It hurt a bit at first, but I was cumming hard in
not much time at all.

My cousin moved away shortly after all this, and I never saw her
boyfriend again. Too bad. I'd like to thank him! Because I've been
addicted to sex since that day.

Now, it hasn't been troublefree. I have a reputation. Well, that I
have a reputation for that goes without saying. No, the reputation that
bothers me is that I'm aggressive. I'd rather I wasn't, actually.

Y'see, that first experience happened in the summer before seventh
grade. So, I'm all pent up, right? Here's a trick about seventhgrade
boys: they're clueless. You wait for them to make a move on you, and
you'll be waiting until you're old and gray. So, pent up as I was, I made
the moves. I'll never forget the first guy I walked up to and said, "Hi,
I'm Maggie. You want to have sex?" He almost fainted! But it workedI got
laid. Most of middle school was like that, out of sheer necessity. If I
wanted to get laid, I had to make a move. The problem is, now I've got
this reputation for being aggressive. And I'm near the end of my junior
year in high school, and I still have to make the moves, because everyone
assumes I like it that way. Not really. It was just a necessity at first.


Actually, it's kind of nice when someone makes the moves on me for a
change. Tells me that they want me, and not just whoever'll put out. It
doesn't happen often, though.

Anyhow, being naked should change a little of that. Here I am boys,
come and get me!

I walked into Mr. Tilling's office all ready. I wondered who my
partner was going to be. Then, in the office, I saw him. And looked at
Mr. Tilling and screamed, "NO FUCKING WAY!!!"

CHAPTER TWO CHUCK

I guess I kind of ignored The Program. I saw other people in it, but,
you know, didn't pay much attention. I also didn't pay much attention to
the literatureI could've gotten out of it. But I never did, I kind of
blew the whole thing offand, here I am, in the stupid thing.

I don't know. The whole thing's just too 'rah rah school spirit' to me.
Oh, let's all bond by going through school naked one week. I didn't want
to bond.

I'm Chuck, Chuck Braden, by the way, and I hated Westport High with a
singular passion. I just wanted to do my time there and get out. The
place is a cesspool of jealousy, pettiness, gossip, and rumor. Oh, and
Westport High's collective opinion of me wasn't all that high, either.

I've got this reputationthe guy who fucks and tells. Not true. Now, I
made this mistake once. I told the wrong people something. Just a select
few, people I thought I could trustand I was wrong about that. The story
got all over school, and mangled at that. Since then, the reputation has
dogged me. I've heard stories about me that would almost be enviable if
they were true. Half the cheerleading squad in one afternoon? Yeah, I
wish. But people believe I start this shitand half the cheerleading squad
won't talk to me.

Y'see, that's the upshot of the rumors. I learned that the vast
majority of the guys in this school are not to be trusted. However,
because of the rumors, the vast majority of girls in this school think that
I am not to be trusted. So, I don't have many friendsand I don't date.
That's why the rumors are so infuriating. Two months ago, I supposedly had
three hours of wild sex with a girl that won't even speak to me.

So, I mainly just try to keep my head down and get through the day. I
don't like to draw even more attention to myself. Guess what The Program's
gonna do? Draw more attention to myself.

And I had to do it. I wasn't going to revolt. Look, I get good grades,
good enough to go to a good college. I figure, only a little over a year,
and I can get the hell out of here and go somewhere where nobody knows me,
and maybe get a fucking life. But, to do that, I had to get through that
last yearandabit, and that meant following the rules.

And that meant going through with The Program.

I walked into Mr. Tilling's office, and he greeted me, smiling. He
told me I was going in the program, and I told him I had figured that out.
Resigned, I sat in the seat, waiting for my partner to show up. Maybe it'd
be one of the few girls in school that didn't hate my guts.

Nope, I thought, my stomach sinking as the door opened. Nope, these
assholes put me in with Maggie fucking Benson.

There's nobody in the whole school that hates my guts more than Maggie
Benson. And the feeling, believe me, is mutual.

Oh, what a fun week this was going to be.

CHAPTER THREE MAGGIE

"Chuck Braden? You put me in with CHUCK BRADEN? What were you
thinking?" I was screaming at Mr. Tilling.

"Maggie, if you'll just calm down...."

"Who puts these pairings together, anyway, the Marquis de Sade?"

"No, Maggie," Mr. Tilling chuckled, "Ms. T and I do. We think you and
Chuck have a lot to learn from one another."

"What?"

"You'll have to figure that one out by yourselves."

"The only thing I can think of that I can learn from Chuck is how to be
an asshole!"

"Well, I guess I can take slut lessons from you," Chuck said from behind
me.

"You already are one. And a slut that broadcasts," I said disgustedly.
"Anyhow, Mr. Tilling, I demand another partner."

"Ditto," Chuck said.

"No can do. You're stuck with one another." Damn Mr. Tilling, he said
that with a little grin. He was enjoying this! "Now, I need you to
strip."

"This sucks," I said.

"I agree," Chuck echoed. Mr. Tilling was impervious. Damn him. I
sighed, bitterly, and started stripping off my clothes. When I got done,
still glaring at Mr. Tilling, I heard laughter from behind me. I turned
and glared at Chuck.

"Oh my God. Maggie Benson pads her bra," he said, laughing his stupid
ass off.

"It's a water bra," I said petulantly.

"Who would've thought?" He was still laughing. "The school slut is the
president of the Itty Bitty Tittie Committee." See? What did I tell you.
Asshole.

"Chuck....," Mr. Tilling said in a tone of warning. Chuck shut up, but
was still grinning. "Your turn," Mr. Tilling said. Chuck started
stripping.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. After his comments about my tits, I was looking for
something to throw back in his face. I mean, searching for it,
desperately. Any flaw at all. I couldn't fucking find one. Jesus Christ,
Chuck Braden was fine. I already knew he had a good looking face. And now
I saw his body. Muscular but not too much soyou know, just nicely
defined. All over. He was also smooth, not too much hair, which I like.
Between his legs? No complaints there. He's no Jared Wicklow, but who is?
This was one hell of a specimen of manliness. Why on earth did he have to
be such an asshole?

And, Goddamn it all, he caught me looking. "Why, thank you very much,
Maggie, but you can stop drooling now," he said with a shiteating grin on
his face. Then he strut towards the door. "In point of repayment, let me
mention that you don't really need the water bra. They're big enough." And
then he was gone.

I turned to Mr. Tilling, and glared at him. "You're gonna pay. Oh,
mark my words, you are going to pay for this!"

The sonovabitch never stopped grinning at me.

CHAPTER FOUR CHUCK

All right. I couldn't resist. I just couldn't, when I realized that
her bustline was getting artificial help. I mean, Maggie? What did she
have to enhance it for? It's not like she didn't have other tools at her
disposal to lure a guy into her bed. And, I wasn't kidding at the end, she
really didn't need it. She wasn't big, sure, but she was a small girl all
over. They were proportional, you know. Probably about an Acup, yeah,
but we're talking about a girl that probably wore a size extrasmall shirt.
They were big enough. More than a mouthful's a waste, and all that.

But I couldn't resist that Itty Bitty Tittie Committee crack. Nor could
I resist the crack when I realized she was staring at me. If this week
were to be a battle of willswhich, knowing what Maggie and I were both
like, it wasscore one for me.

I walked out of the office, still grinning, past the crowd that had
gathered there. Mostly her friends. They more or less ignored me.

I had gym first period. I knew the drill, so into the girls' locker
room I went. I wasn't looking forward to it. Tara Boucher was in that
class. It was easy to avoid her in class, but, in the locker room, I was
going to stick out like a sore thumb.

You see, Tara and I have a historyand not a good one. This was the one
that was my fault. I hurt her badly, and I've never been able to get her
to understand that I was sorry about it. And she walked in as I was
standing there in my altogether, putting my bookbag in my locker. She
glared for a second, and then turned away from me.

It was worse in the shower, afterwards. I was in there with a gaggle of
girls, all of which ignored meexcept for Tara. She glared, the whole
time. I didn't say anything. A year and a half of trying to apologize
hadn't worked, so I just let her glare at me. I got myself washed and got
out of there.

I was getting groped a bit in the halls, more than I would've expected.
I didn't mind. Especially the younger girls, freshmen and sophomores.
They must've not heard I was supposed to be a pariah.

The good part was third periodSpanish. Maggie's in that class. She
was already there when I got there, I took one look at herand she started
blushing! Maggie Benson! I couldn't believe it! I grinned at her, and,
when I walked past her, I leaned over and whispered, "Yeah, they'd fit real
nice in my hand," and kept walking.

Yeah, I was playing to type, I know it. But I "got" Maggie so
infrequently that I had to take any chance I had!

CHAPTER FIVE MAGGIE

I got out of Mr. Tilling's office and found all my friends there
waiting for me. That was cool.

"Welcome to the club," Amanda grinned at me.

"Who's your partner?" Jared asked.

I waved my hand in frustration down the hall at him. " Him. Chuck
fucking Braden."

"Oh, shit," Cassie said.

"Damn, but he's good looking, though, isn't he?" Amanda said.

"Yeah, he is. Doesn't that suck? And he caught me staring! And this
after he made fun of my boobs."

"How could he find your boobs to make fun of them?" Ed said.

"Oh, fuck you, Ed," I spat out.

"Come on, Maggie, I was just joking."

"Sometimes your jokes wear thin," I said, and stormed off down the hall.


Afterwards, I felt bad, though. That was just Ed being Ed. Hell, I had
made fun of his dick when he was in the program. Lily Woodard had really
made fun of his dick. He took it in the spirit in which it was intended.
And here I am, going off on him. I wasn't mad at him. I knew he was just
teasing. Luckily, we had the same class second period. I walked up to him
outside of class and said, "Hey, Ed. I'm sorry."

"No, I'm sorry, Maggie," he said. "I didn't realize you were sensitive
about that. You've joked about it in the past yourself. They're really
not that small, you know. Especially naked."

"Thanks," I grinned at him. "And, you're right, I'm usually not that
sensitive about them. Chuck just rubbed my last nerve raw. He called me
the president of the Itty Bitty Tittie Committee!"

"Ah," Ed said.

"Still friends?" I grinned.

"Of course," he grinned back. "So, have you asked for relief twelve
times in the past hour?"

"Actually, I've been so pissed off I haven't had the energy to get
horny."

"Oh my God, somebody catch me, I'm gonna faint," Ed said. That I
laughed at.

I'm glad I fixed things with Ed, but next period I saw Chuck again. And
he had the audacity to say that my tits would feel real nice in his hand!
Yeah, like he was ever going to find out!

Damn. He was getting to me. That's just not allowed.

I went to lunch, sat with the gang. I got involved in the banter and
didn't get pissed off at the jokes. Afterwards, I headed to Bio. Ms. T's
famous fifth period Bio class. A lot of my gang is in that classbut so is
Chuck. We got in, and Ms. T welcomed us to The Program, and asked Chuck
if he needed relief. He said no. Then she asked me.

"Why not? I could use a good cum," I grinned.

"Yeah, what else is new?" Ed teased.

Ms. T asked if anyone wanted to help. Just about every guy in the room
put his hand up. I almost picked Jared, remembering that I gave him his
first relief on his first day in The Programin this very room, in fact. I
thought it would be a nice turnaround. But then I saw Chuck with his hand
up, grinning at me, a definite challenge in his eyes.

AhHAH! Get me all flustered, eh? "All right, Braden. You think you
can get me off? Give it your best shot," I said.

"Don't mind if I do," he grinned, and headed towards the front of the
class.

"Ah, Braden?" I said. "Keep in mind, I can control my orgasms even with
people I like. And I'm not really all that pent up at the moment. And you
only have five minutes."

"Five whole minutes? I may be able to go for two," he grinned. Cocky
SOB. We'd see about that.

He didn't crouch down in front of me. No, he grabbed a spare chair, sat
in it, and spun my chair so I was facing him. Then, instead of going for
my pussy, he went for the tit.

"Hmm, I was right," he said. "Fits real good in my hand. Oh, and I do
like a girl with sensitive nipples."

Which I had. And he had them nice and big and erect in seconds. He was
rubbing his whole hand all over my tit. Then he went for the pussy. He
took his hand and languidly ran it up and down my lips, no real effort in
it. I was getting a little moist, but that was about it. And, OK, I'll
admit, he was doing wonderful things to my tit with his hands. But that's
not enough to get me to cum, especially when I'm resisting cumming in the
first place. "Four minutes thirty seconds," I said to him with an evil
grin.

"Oh, I'm just getting started," he said.

Another thirty seconds of this. His finger just kind of lazily snaking
up and down my labia. I wondered, does this doofus even know where my clit
is? Oh, I was going to win this little battle. Wait until the school
found out that Mister Chuck Braden couldn't even make the school sexpot
cum. That'd put the lie to all his Grand Conquest stories, now, wouldn't
it?

"Four minutes and counting," I grinned at him.

He grinned backand slipped a finger into my pussy. Very slowly. Then
it was two fingersagain, very, very slowly. He started dragging them in
and out of meand on every out motion, he very slowly dragged his
fingertips across my gspot.

Oh, shit.

He's doing this, and the next thing I know, he's out of the chair. He's
kneeling in front of me. He gave my tittie a little suck on the way down,
then went right for the pussy with his tongue.

OK, so he knew where my clit was. Oh SHIT did he know where my clit
was! He was sucking on it, and tickling it with his tongue, and nibbling on
itall the while his fingers are doing that dragging thing over my gspot.

Four minutes? He didn't even need two. I tried to resist, believe meI
tried with all my might. Tried saying the alphabet backwards, remembering
the third verse to "The StarSpangled Banner," did multiplication tables,
all that stuff. It was no use. My pussy was not cooperating. No, it was
headed towards cumming. And when he felt me getting close, he put his
fingers right on my gspot and drummed on itwhile he sucked my whole clit
into his mouth. Shit, he was better than my cousin's boyfriend. By a lot.
I came, screaming, my ass rising up off the seat and my pussy grinding into
his mouth. And, mother of God, I shot. Ejaculated. I've done that I
think once in my life, with all the sex I've had. I was gushing.

And that assholewhile I was sitting there, trying to breathe, that
fucker grins at me and says, "You're welcome," and goes back to his seat.
He could've at least offered to help me stand up, for Chrissakes! Because
I was having a hard time doing it on my own.

Damn. I hated this motherfucker. Hated his fucking guts. And he had
just given me one of the top three cums of my life. In front of the entire
biology class. Damn him.

When bio class ended, my legs were still shaking.

CHAPTER SIX CHUCK

OK, so I really went overboard. Hey, it was a nice little score on my
side, though. And, hell, maybe I'd get a few dates out of it. Even if I
had the reputation of being a talkernow maybe I'd get a reputation as the
guy who actually made Maggie Benson incoherent.

Look, my love life had tapered off in the past year since I got the rep
as being a talker, but last year was pretty good. And I learned a lot. I
had one date, an older girla senior when I was a sophomorewho taught me
how to eat pussy properly. It's a lesson I never forgot. I hadn't had the
chance to do it in a while, though. Glad to know I hadn't forgotten
anything.

I just couldn't resist getting her going. Hey, I had to have some fun
this week, right?

And, I admit it. Watching her cum like that was a fantastic experience.
She really does get all into it. Even when she was trying to resist.
Imagine what she'd be like if she just went with it. Jesus.

And it was definitely satisfying to watch her staggering out of class!
She was still weakkneed 40 minutes later! We both had the same class next
period, English. Of course, I had to rub salt in the wound, right? I
walked up to her, and said, "Hi, Maggie. Need some help getting to
English?" Oh, the look she shot me! "Suit yourself," I grinned, and kept
walking.

Oh, she sat in English class and shot daggers at me. Except, when she
thought I wasn't looking, she kept idly rubbing at her pussy.

Yeah, I owed her. She did something to me that wasn't very nice that
contributed to my current problems. I don't know if she knew that I knew
it was herif that makes any sensebut I did. But, hell, I thought that
was pretty generous of me. Yeah, I was trying to score pointsbut I gave
her a hell of a cum in the process, right? I could think of more painful
ways to try to score points.

The rest of the day was fine. And she was waiting for me as I got out
of school to get dressed.

"You asshole! How could you do that to me?" she howled.

"Do what? Make you cum? I thought you liked that," I grinned.

"Not from you."

"Then you shouldn't have picked me." She couldn't say anything like
that. "Look, you were trying to score points. As was I. I won that round.
But I think you got a few fringe benefits in the bargain," I grinned. "Has
anyone ever made you squirt before?"

"Only once," she admitted. I smiled wider, then she shook her head.
"That's not the fucking point! The point is that I hate you!"

"Yeah, well I hate you, too."

"Huh?" she said, puzzled. "Why do you hate me?"

"Think about it. You'll figure it out."

"And if you hate me," she said, swallowing, " how could you make me cum
like that?"

"Two reasons. First, like I said, I was trying to score points. Second
reason is that I'm not the asshole you think I am." I was dressed by then,
so I just walked away. I turned back and said, "See you tomorrow, Maggie.
Ought to be fun." Then I was gone.

You know what? It hadn't been a bad day at all.

CHAPTER SEVEN MAGGIE

Motherfucker.

God damned motherfucker.

Oh, I wanted him dead. Dead, dead, dead. Him and his shiteating grin
and his magical tongue and his stupendous fingers and FUCK!

I trudged home, thoroughly disgusted.

I live with my Daddy, my younger brother Joewho's 12and my older
brother Vinny, who is 20 and just finished his sophomore year in college.
He was home for the summer. Yeah, me and a house full of guys. Is it any
wonder I like guys? The three I lived with were three of the besteven Joe
when he's not being a complete pest. I love my Daddy, and Vinny's been my
main confidant since I was 7. He's the one person that really knows what
I'm like, sex life and all. I was really glad he was home for the summer.

My mother? Ran off when I was ten. Nobody knows what happened to her.
Ran off with some other guy. Apparently she was cheating on Dad throughout
the whole marriage anyway. But she abandoned three kids, too. Vinny and I
were fine, we supported each other. But Joe was only five when she leftit
really affected him. I'll never forgive the bitch for that.

Anyhow, I got home, and Vinny was there.

"Hey, Dicktease. How's it going?"

"Oh, I got to tell you, Dickless, I had a day today." Yes, Dicktease and
Dickless are our pet names for one another. Hey, whaddaya want?

"Come tell Vinny all about it, Mags."

"Got put in The Program. And my partner is Chuck Braden! Who I hate!"

"Well, you can avoid him, can't you?"

"I can. But I didn't. Stupid me." I told Vinny the whole story.

"So, let me get this straight," he said when I got to the end. "He gave
you an earthshattering cum, and this is a bad thing? This is not like you,
Mags."

"But I hate him!"

"You must like his tongue," he grinned at me.

"That's the fucking problem! How can such an asshole be so good at
that? Fucking, I can believe. But usually assholes can't suck pussy worth
a damnbecause they don't get anything out of it."

"Maybe you've misjudged him."

"Fat chance of that. I know too many of his victims."

"I think you should think about this some more, Mags," Vinny said.
"Look, you know how it works in high school. Shit gets blown out of
proportion. Rumors spread."

"There's just too many about him, though. It's not like it was just
one."

"So, what are you going to do?"

"Plan my revenge, what else?" I grinned.

"I think you just let him eat you out again, you'll be singing a
different tune."

"Not a chance," I grinned again. "This is war."

End of Part OneCHUCK AND MAGGIE NAKED IN SCHOOL PART TWO TUESDAY

CHAPTER EIGHT CHUCK

I woke up Tuesday in a pretty good mood.

I had told my parents about The Program the night before. They were
mildly interested. Then again, that's their usual. Don't get me wrong, I
love my parents, we get alongbut we don't interfere in each others' lives
much. I have mine, they have theirs, and we swap stories over the dinner
table. Hey, they're supportiveif I had a real problem, they'd be the
first to lend a hand. But I try to handle most of my life by myself and
leave them out of it.

I drive to school. Maggie walks, I know that. I beat her there, I was
close to a halfhour early. So, I went to the entrance, and waited for
her. She showed up in no time at all.

"Well, hello, Chuckles," she said.

"Good morning, Margaret," I grinned.

"Don't call me Margaret!" she fumed.

"Anything you say, Margaret," I said, choking down a laugh.

"Asshole," she grumbled.

"You love me and you know it," I grinned at her. Boy, did I get a look!
"So, Maggie. Do you need help getting your clothes off?"

"Uh, I don't think so." She started stripping right there.

"Too bad. Would've been fun." I reached for my shirt. In no time at
all, we were naked. She pranced into the door ahead of me, pretty much
ignoring me. Boy, was she getting a lot of attention! She couldn't go
three feet without having a hand in her pussy. I'll give her credit. She
genuinely enjoyed it. I'd always kind of wondered about herwas she really
that enthusiastic about sex? I had gotten a hint when I had eaten her out
yesterday. I got another hint today. She really was that enthusiastic.

I have to admit, I found it incredibly appealing.

Anyhow, I was getting groped more today. I even got groped in the gym
showerTara was shooting daggers at the person doing it, but my groper
didn't seem to careso I spent most of the morning with my hormones doing a
slow boil. By the time the afternoon, and Biology, came, I was horny as
all hell.

So, I asked for relief. And I wondered. Would Maggie offer to return
the favor? She did, with a little challenging smile on her face. Of
course I picked her.

She came up front and I said, "This isn't any sort of challenge for you,
you know. I concede. I'm horny, it's been a while, and I know how good
you are, so you'll have no trouble getting me off."

She gave me an evil grin, and said, "Oh, I know I won't. However, I've
got another challenge for you. I dare you not to react verbally. No
moans, no groans, no squeaks, no 'Oh my god Maggie you're so GOOD!' None of
that. Bet you can't do it."

Oh, this girl had style! "You're on, Benson."

"Get ready for the blowjob of your life, Braden." She took me in in one
gulp. Infuckingcredible. She was working me over very nicely, but I
managed not to say anything. I just kept grinning at her.

Then she bit me! My mouth popped open and I glared at her, but I didn't
say anything. She dragged her teeth down the length of my dick. This was
not pleasant. Then she bit me again, harder, not enough to break the skin
or anything, but it hurt. "OW!" I said.

She pulled off me, glared at me evilly, and said, "You lose." She tried
to get back on my dick, but I pushed her away. "I think I'm done," I said
coldly, and got up and went back to my seat.

"What just happened?" Ms. T said.

"Nothing. Forget it. I'm fine," I said. Maggie was still on her knees
in front of the empty chair. She got up and went back to her seat, staring
at me. Ms. T looked at me, but I didn't say anything else. She just
shrugged and continued the class.

At least my dick went down. Out of pain. That little bitch. I wanted
her head on a platter.

CHAPTER NINE MAGGIE

I think I went too far.

Damn, I wasn't trying to hurt him! Just tweak him a little bit. Make
him make noise, you know?

But, you know what? This was Chuck Braden. Fuck him.

But, boy, was he pissed! I didn't want to deal with him, so I made sure
I got out of school in a hurry at the end of the day. Unfortunately, I
wasn't quick enough.

"BENSON!" I heard from behind me. "You bitch!" I just kept walking away
from him. I ended up on the empty football field, but he had pretty much
caught up with me. "Benson, stop!"

"What's the matter, Braden? Did I bruise your little weewee?" I
giggled.

"That was uncalled for. That was lowdown. I don't mind playing a
little game with you, but I'd never physically hurt you." Damn, he really
was pissed.

I probably should've given in, because I probably did go too far. But
giving in isn't my style. "Oh, I didn't hurt you, you big baby."

"Your teeth are sharper than you realize."

"OK, so I did hurt you. You deserve it."

"Why?"

"Well, we can start with Tara Boucher, OK?" I blurted. "She's a friend
of mine."

Chuck stopped glaring at me, and looked down. "You don't need to hurt
me for that one. I've been beating myself up for a year and a half."

"What?" I said.

He took a deep breath. "You don't know the whole story. Nobody does.
That three girls in three nights stuff? That never happened. I had three
dates in three nights. The last one was with Tara. She's the only one I
ever slept with, though. She was, in fact, my first."

"We had been dating for a couple months, but we weren't exclusive. I
dated other people. But she was the only one I ever slept withlike I
said, that night was my first. And I asked her to go out with me that
night. She said yes."

"I told three fucking people about it. I was excited. Those three
people were friends, people I thought I could trust. They spread it all
around the school, and mangled the story while they were at it. Tara was
devastated, and I've been trying to apologize to her since then. She
dumped me, and won't talk to me. Dammit, Maggie, I liked her. I've felt
horrible since then."

"OK," I said, "but then why didn't you learn your lesson?" He looked at
me. "Why do you keep talking?"

"I don't." he said.

"What about Vicki Langham?"

"That's a fine one to bring up, Maggie, you spread that one."

"Hey, I heard that one from someone else," I told him, "I didn't start
it."

"I didn't say you started it. I said you spread it. I never said a
word about Vicki. Someone else did. I went out on a date with her, it was
fun, I liked herand the next thing I know it's all over school that we
slept together. I never told a soul that. And there's someone else that
won't speak to me."

"You never talked about anyone?" I said in disbelief.

"Except for Tara. And I wish I could take that one back. And that's
the truth." He looked really despondent. "Is this why you hate me so
much?"

"Kind of," I admitted uncomfortably.

"Kind of?"

"You turned me down," I said, looking at the ground, "when I asked you
out. In ninth grade."

"What, you never got turned down by anyone else?" he laughed.

"No, it was the way you did it." I glared at him. "You acted like I was
something that you scraped off your shoe, like I was beneath you. Like, no
way were you going to stoop to going out with the school slut."

His mouth dropped, and he gaped at me. "We have a serious
misunderstanding." I just looked at him. "I didn't think any of that,
ever." He looked down. "I turned you down because I was terrified."

"What?" I gasped.

"Remember. I just told you Tara was my first time. That was the
beginning of tenth grade. You asked me out in the spring of ninth grade. I
was a virgin. I was a lot scrawnier back then, and more shy. I was scared
of girls to begin with. And you had your reputation by then. When you
asked me out, I almost pissed my pants. You scared the living daylights
out of me. And you'd better not repeat a word of this to anyone. This is
very embarrassing to admit. But I couldn't let you go on thinking that I
was looking down on you."

"Wow," was all I could say.

"And, if it makes you feel any better, I regretted turning you down," he
grinned.

I smiled back. "God. I've been hating you for two years for no good
reason." I looked at him. "Why do you hate me?"

"For spreading the Vicki rumor. And because you hated mebecause you
don't treat me very well."

"I'm sorry about the Vicki thing. And I'm sorry I bit you."

"Apology accepted," he said. "Hey, I've made my own bed with some of
this. I really did fuck up with Tara. And I'm sure I could've turned you
down with more finesse." He grinned at me. "You're intimidatingespecially
back then."

"Me?" I laughed. "Miss Easy?"

"Well, your aggressiveness is intimidating."

"A lot of that was by necessity, especially back then." I took a breath.
"I lost my virginity when I was 12, summer before seventh grade. I was
hooked. And, you know what boys are like at that age, you were one. If I
was waiting for the guy to make a move, I'd be waiting for a long time.
And I wanted sex. So I made the moves. But since I started that way,
that's my reputation." I grinned at him. "I don't get asked out much. I
have to do most of the asking, still."

"You don't like that," he said.

I turned away from him. "Well, you know. It'd be nice....." I couldn't
finish.

"For someone else to admit that he wanted you," he finished.

"Yeah."

I heard a deep breath from behind me. Then, "Maggie. I want you." HUH?
"I want you so bad I can barely make a fist. And I'm not just saying
this." I couldn't believe what I was hearing! "Now that we've settled our
differences, all I can think of is what you looked like when you came
yesterday in bio. I want to see that again. I want to do that to you
again. It's the most fantastic thing I've ever seen in my life."

I still couldn't turn around. "We hated each other fifteen minutes
ago!"

"Even then, I wanted you. I just couldn't admit it," he said.

Oh my God.

CHAPTER TEN CHUCK

OK, the moment of truth.

Look, I said I hated her, but I didn't. I was pissed at her for
spreading the Vicki rumor around, but I know she didn't start it. It was
mostly a reaction towards her antipathy for me. And, now that I knew what
caused that, it all just didn't seem to matter anymore. The only thing
that seemed to matter was what she looked like yesterday when she came. I
think it was permanently burned onto my eyeballs.

Look, I thought Maggie was attractive. She was slim and compact, but
that was fine. And she had an absolutely gorgeous smile. I'm attracted to
nice smiles. But I guess I didn't understand until yesterday how sexy she
was.

And then she turned around. Finally. And I really understood how sexy
she was, because I've never seen desire like I saw in her eyes. "You
better not be bullshitting me," she said.

"Not on your life," I said.

She was on me before I even knew what was happening. Her lips were
devouring mine. She was wrapped around my body. I had to lower her onto
the ground before she tackled me.

Which I suppose would've been appropriate, seeing as we were on the
football field, but I wasn't wearing pads!

In fact, I wasn't wearing anything. Neither was she. We had been in
such a hurry after schoolher to get away, me to catch herthat we had
never gotten dressed. At the moment, that was very handy. I was on the
ground, Maggie sprawled on top of me, our lips locked, our tongues dancing.
My hand went to her boob, and she groaned. We were like that for a few
minutes, kissing, our hands running all over each other. Then I grabbed
her hips, and started pulling on them, upwards. I was hoping she'd get the
hint.

She did. She crawled up me, and then crouched above my face. She
lowered her pussy towards my waiting tongue. I licked up and down the
length of her pussy with my tongue. I did this for a few minutes, then
went for her clit. I sucked it gently into my mouth. Maggie had a
prominent one. I liked thatlots more surface area for me to play with.

"Oh, God, that's so fucking good!" Maggie moaned from above me. I drew
little circles around the tip of her clit with my tongue while I sucked it
between my lips. I felt her thighs tighten around my ears. My hands were
on her hips, and she was gently rocking back and forth, just a little,
above me.

"II've never done this like this before," she got out. "With me on
top, I mean." Imagine that, I actually showed Maggie Benson a new trick.
"Oh, God," she moaned. "Ohgodohgod!" She increased the undulating of her
hipsI was doing all I could do to keep in contact with her clit. She
ground her pussy into my chin. Then she screamed "OH FUCK!" and dropped
right down on top of me, grinding her pussy into my face as she came. She
flopped forward, landing on her handswhich was a good thing, I was having
trouble breathingand tried to catch her breath, leaning on her hands and
knees.

"Oh, God, that was spectacular," she gasped.

"You ain't seen nothing yet," I promised. I crawled out from underneath
her, and took her by her hips and gently flipped her over, so she was on
her back. I positioned myself between her legs, and slid my cock up and
down her pussy. She grinned up at me. I grinned back, put my dick in
place, and slowly slid into her.

OK, I didn't expect it. I knew how experienced she wasand, while I'm
not small, I'm not all that big, either. She'd had a lot bigger than me,
no doubt in my mind. So how in hell was she so tight? I got in all the
wayfinallyand she had a big shiteating grin on her face. So, I asked
her. "Don't take this the wrong way, Maggie, but you are tight!"

"Oh, that ain't tight," she grinnedand then I felt her pussy squeeze my
dick. Then it rippled all around it. Jesus Christ, you want to talk about
muscle control? Incredible. I looked at her in complete astonishment, as
she still grinned at me, working her pussy all around my dick.

"You might wanna ease up on that if you want this to last longer than
eight seconds," I said. She laughed, but I noticed the motion down below
had quieted a bit. I slowly pulled out, and then slid myself back in. And
what she was doing! She opened up as I slid in, and squeezed together as I
slid out. It was absolutely incredible. Trying not to go too soon, I
pushed all the way in and held there for a minute, trying to take the edge
off. Immediately grasping what I was getting at, she clamped down hard on
me for a few seconds.

I had never felt anything like this. Now I know where Maggie got her
reputation. She was incredible.

" Jesus, you're good," she gasped out.

"ME?" I said incredulously. She just laughed. I kept sliding in and
out of her, and she kept with that muscle control. After a while, I
started going faster. She went right with me. Her legs came up and hooked
around my ass, and her hands were on my sides, as she pulled me into her.
She squeaked every time I bottomed out. The sounds of our bodies slamming
together and Maggie's squeaks echoed throughout the empty football stadium.


I was close, but could sense that she was, too, so I desperately tried
to hold on. Then, she went, howlingand there was no way I was going to
hold on through that, not with her pussy doing the fucking twist around my
dick. I plowed through her contractions for a few strokes and poured
myself into her.

Afterward, spent like never before, I pulled her into my arms and rolled
us onto our sides, and cuddled her as we both tried to catch our breath.

CHAPTER ELEVEN MAGGIE

Oh, God, I was drained. What a fuck he was. Almost as good as he was
with his tonguewhich was saying something!

God, it took me forever to catch my breath! "That was something," I
said to him.

"You're telling me," he grinned. "Now I know where you got your
reputation." I just laughed, and started to disengage myself from him.
"Where you going?" he said.

"Well...." I wasn't much for postsex cuddling. Well, most guys I'm
with aren't much for it.

"Don't go," he asked, and held me tighter. "Unless you have to go
home."

"OK," I smiled, and relaxed. Well, this was new. "I don't have to go
home. Daddy's cool."

"Is your mother cool?"

"My mother ran off when I was ten," I told him.

"Oh, damn, Maggie, I'm sorry. I didn't know."

"I know you didn't," I said.

"You have a brother, don't you?" he asked.

"Two," I smiled. "Joe is 12, he's in sixth grade. Vinny's 20, he just
finished his sophomore year at State. Vinny's probably my best friend
outside of Amanda. We got each other through all the bullshit when Mom
left. Joe's the one it really affected. How about you?"

"No brothers or sisters. Both parents. They're OK. They love me, but
we kind of lead separate lives."

"My Daddy's the best," I told him, "but we kind of lead separate lives,
too. Less so, now, but when Mom first ran off, well, he was upset himself.
And he had to worry about Joe more."

"Does he know what you're like?" Chuck asked me with a chuckle.

"A little, not the whole thing," I laughed back. "He knows I'm
responsible, though. Vinny's the only one that really knows what I'm like.
He worries about me."

"Why?"

"Mom. Y'see, Mom couldn't handle being with one man. That's why she
left. She got bored with Daddy. Vinny worries that I'm like that.
Honestly, I worry about it, too. Leaving a man is one thingleaving three
kids, one of whom is only five, is another."

"Have you ever had an actual relationship?"

"Well, I've had steady fucks, but it's never been exclusive."

"I don't know if it has to be. I know Jared and Amanda aren't
completely exclusive."

"I couldn't do that," I told him. "Believe it or not, I'm the jealous
type. Look, I'm very good at giving my pussy away. I'm less good at
giving my heart away. If I ever do it, I'd better be getting the other
person's heart back in return, and I mean completely. Because I think if I
ever do fall in love, it'll be with everything I've got. I'm not a halfway
type of person."

"No, you are not," he laughed. "Have you ever come close? To falling
in love, I mean."

"Once. Well, twice, almost. The first was Rick Ronning. We had one of
those steady nonexclusive fuck relationships last year. I was thinking
about asking him if he wanted to make it exclusive. I liked him a lot, I
know that much. Before I worked up my nerve, he came and told me that he
couldn't be with me any more, because he was going out with Amy Purcell."

"Damn. Who was the other one?"

"That's the tough one," I said. "It's not that I almost did, it's that
I know I could, if circumstances were different." I took a deep breath.
"Mike Kirkland."

"Really?"

"Yeah. But he's never, ever thought of me that way, and I know it. We
went to bed once, it was great, but that was it. And now he's got Lily,
and that one's for lifeeven I can see that." I took a breath. "How about
you?"

"Tara," he said sadly.

"Oh, damn, Chuck."

"I'm over it. Well, mostly. It's hard to think of what if when you're
the one that blew it, you know?"

"Yeah."

There was a moment's silence, and then he said, "Do you like it?"

"What?"

"Being the junior class slut."

I cracked up laughing. "Look, I like sex, I'm not going to lie."

"Yes, you do," he agreed with a laugh.

"Yup. But it has its disadvantages. Look, Rick Ronning's a good
example. I don't think he ever even entertained having something with me
other than a fuck buddy, because people don't think of me that way. Even
if I did want an actual relationship with someone, I don't know if anyone
would believe me. Including the guy I wanted the relationship with."

"That bothers you," he said.

"Yeah. I also don't know if people think they can trust me."

"In other words, a guy would think that you'd be cheating."

"Exactly. My only consolation is that I'm young. Which is one of the
reasons I am the way I am. I'm only 17this is the time to sow wild oats,
right?"

"You've sown enough for eight people," he laughed.

"Oh, thanks," I laughed back. "What about you? You looking for a
steady relationship?"

"Here? With my reputation? I don't think so. That, I think, is going
to have to wait until I get out of high school, and get to college, where
nobody thinks I'm The Mouth That Roared."

"I'm sorry for my part in that," I said sincerely.

"It wasn't just you, and the first mistake was mine."

"I'm surprised to find you're really a nice guy," I admitted. He
laughed. "I'm not used to this, you know."

"Used to what?"

"Cuddling after sex." We were still wrapped around each other in the
middle of the football field, my head up against his chest. "I usually get
shown the door right after the event." I took a breath, and said, softly,
"It's nice."

"Yeah," he agreed. "I always thought you were hell on wheels. You've
got a soft side."

"Keep that to yourself," I said. He laughed. "At least we're friends
now. It'll make the rest of the week go better."

"Absolutely. Don't tell Mr. Tilling, though, we don't want to give him
the satisfaction."

I cracked up laughing. "Good point. That's all he needs. With all the
program partners that have hooked up this year, he probably thinks he's the
matchmaker of all time."

"Yup," he agreed.

I took a deep breath, and said, "Chuck? I'm usually not Miss Discreet,
but could you not tell anyone about this right away, please?"

"Sure," he said. "Like I said, I've learned my lesson."

"Well, like I said, I usually don't care, butwell, it's funny. It's
going to take a lot of people by surprise, and I'm not sure I want to deal
with that. Pluswell, I think I have to tell Tara, and I don't want her to
hear it from somewhere else."

"OK."

"Thanks." I started to get out from his arms. "I have to go, now,
though."

"OK." He stood up, and helped me up. "Maggie? Thanks. That was
something else."

"You were something else yourself. Thanks for asking. It meant a lot,"
I admitted. "And thanks for afterwards. That meant a lot, too." I leaned
up and kissed him. "See you tomorrow."

"I'll be there."

I didn't even bother to go back to the box to get my clothes. I'd get
them tomorrow. I just wanted to get home. I got lots of cars honking at
me on the way home, though! And when I walked in, I got a series of
comments from Vinny. I just told him to shut up.

I grabbed some clothes up in my room, went down and ate dinner, then
went back upstairs. I had to talk to someone. I called Amanda.

I told her what had happened. "You slept with Chuck?"

"Yeah."

"I thought you hated him?"

"So did I," I told her. I went into some of the things we had discussed
about his reputation and stuff. "I believe him, you know. I think he made
the one mistake with Tara, and it got out of hand."

"So, how was it?"

"Fantastic. And, afterwards, we cuddled and talked for quite a while.
That's new for me. And he told me he wanted me, not the other way around.
This was not my usual experience, at all."

"You sound like you enjoyed it," Amanda pointed out.

"I did. It also confused the hell out of me."

Amanda gasped from the other end of the phone. "You like him!"

"I think I might. I don't quite know yet. But I think I might."

"Now, this was unpredictable. After you bit his dick in bio, I figured
that if you ever got together, it'd be with weapons."

I cracked up laughing. "Oh, you figured out what I did?"

"Yup," she laughed.

"It was bad of me. I apologized. I was just trying to score points."

"I take it that it was still working even after you damaged it," she
cracked up.

"Oh, it was working just fine," I laughed back. "His tongue was working
even better."

"So, you had a good afternoon," she told me.

"Yes I did. Now I just have to figure out what it means."

CHAPTER TWELVE CHUCK

I walked back out to the school entrance, fetched my clothes, and drove
home.

I ate, then went up to do homework. I got some of it done, but found my
mind wandering quite a bit.

Damn, she got under my skin. It was funny. I thought she was Miss
Experience. In a lot of ways, of course, she was. But she doesn't get
cuddled after sex? I thought girls pretty much demanded that! This time,
it was me that coaxed her into it. I'm glad I did, because it made her
relax.

You see someone in school every day for a number of years. You hear
about them. You know certain things about them. And then, in one
afternoon, you find out how erroneous, or sketchy, or incomplete the
knowledge is. Her about me, of coursewith all the rumors about me, she
had a wrong impression of me. But I found out a lot about her, too. It
wasn't that the information in her case was wrong, just incomplete.
Woefully incomplete. She really is a lot softer than I ever would have
guessed. And, though I wasn't going to say this to her, a lot more
vulnerable. And complex. Very complex. There were depths to this girl
that I'd only seen the surface of.

The problem was thisI liked her. I think I liked her quite a bit. At
first, it was just sex. I did want her, a lot. But, afterwards, it wasn't
just sex anymore. I hadn't spent an afternoon that delightful in a very
long time. But I still had to tread lightly. As she had said, we'd spent
a lot of time up until very recently hating each other. Trying to figure
out if we liked each other was very new. Also, I don't think she
completely trusted me. As an added kicker, it's not like I didn't have
competition. She could go out with a different guy every night of the week
and just pencil me in for Tuesdays if that's what she wanted to do.

What was funny was, before today, I would've guessed that's exactly what
she'd prefer. Now, I wasn't so sure, after what she said.

Well, I had time to figure this all out, I supposed. I went to bed,
looking forward to tomorrow.

Looking forward to another day in The Program with Maggie Benson. Who
would've ever thought that?

end of part twoCHUCK AND MAGGIE NAKED IN SCHOOL PART THREE WEDNESDAY

CHAPTER THIRTEEN MAGGIE

I got to school fairly early Wednesday morning. I went to the entrance,
and Chuck was already there.

"Hey, Braden," I said.

"Well, good morning, Benson," he grinned at me.

"You're mighty chipper this morning," I said.

"I got a good night's sleep," he grinned at me.

"Funny, so did I," I laughed. "Hey, listen. Is that offer you made to
me yesterday morning still open?"

He looked at me, puzzled, for a moment, and then smiled. "It sure is."

"Good," was all I said. He walked up to me, grinning, and started
undoing the buttons on my blouse. When he got them undone, he slipped the
blouse off, and then reached behind me to undo my bra strap. He slipped
that off of me, then went for the snap of my pants. Before he undid it,
though, he lowered his mouth to my boob and took my nipple into his mouth.
Oh Jesus. I thought I was just going to get a nice undressing!

And he didn't stop! The whole time he was taking my pants off, he had
his lips wrapped around my nipple. It was delicious. Then he broke off,
grabbed me, and hoisted me up onto the wall. The next thing I knew, his
face was buried between my legs.

Oh my goodness. I had never met a guy who was so damn enthusiastic
about cunnylapping. Three times in three days? Never. Oh, I'd gotten
fucked three times in three days. Sometimes I'd gotten fucked three times
in three hours. But someone going down on me? Nope.

It was still early, but a few people had arrived and had gathered to
watch the show. And, believe me, they were getting a show. I was moaning
and squealing and squirming and all that. I couldn't help it. He was
doing that thing again, where he sucked my clit in between his lips and
teased it with his tongue. And he had two fingers up inside me and they
were beating on my gspot like Keith fucking Moon. It didn't take much of
that before I had his head pinned between my legs, my pussy grinding on his
face. I came, howling.

By the time I had come back to earth, he was standing in front of me,
grinningcompletely naked. He had stripped while I was trying to catch my
breath.

"Hey, I thought it was my turn," I said.

"Not today," he grinned, then walked over to me. He leaned over and
whispered in my ear, "Benson, I get the impression that you don't get too
many freebies. That was a freebie." And then he was gone, through the
doors and into the school.

My stomach went thud. I sat there, on that wall, staring at the door
until the first bell rangwhich was a good ten minutes. I was rightthis
guy knew how to push every single one of my buttons. But, now, it wasn't
the driveMaggiecrazy buttons. It was the makeMaggiegooey buttons.

I did not do gooey. Right now? I was meltedcaramel gooey.

I shook my headto clear the fucking insanity out of ithopped down from
the wall, and trudged into school. Very shakily.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN CHUCK

Y'see, I had thought about it, and this is what I had decided.

I liked her. I wasn't sure what to make of that, quite yet, but I liked
her.

Maggie thought she knew guys. She didn't know me. He knew guys that
just wanted a quick fuck. Well, I'd had that. If that's all I wanted, I'd
be done. I wasn't sure what I wanted, but I knew it was more than that.
So, while I figured that out, I decided to keep her off balance. A freebie
pussyeating was just the trick.

And it worked! The look on her face was priceless! Believe me, though,
I wasn't making any kind of sacrifice. I enjoyed going down on a girl. I
especially enjoyed going down on Maggie. She had the sweetest pussy I'd
ever tasted. I'd heard that all girls taste pretty much the sameand in
the five or so I'd gone down on previously, I'd agree. Minor variations,
but pretty much the same. Not Maggie. Don't know why, but she was
different. And the reactions she gave! Just fantastic. I could go down
on her all day long. Wouldn't that blow her mind!

I didn't let up, either. When we were walking into Spanish third
period, I leaned into her and whispered in her ear, "Your pussy tastes like
honey, you know," and then kept walking. She actually blushed! Maggie
Benson!

Even if nothing came of this, at least I was having a good time.

Look, like I said, my feelings were kind of unsettled. And I had no
illusionsI was trying to conquer Maggie The Unconquerable. So, this might
turn out to be just an elaborate game. Well, if that's what it was, I was
going to enjoy it. If it was more than that? Well, then, we'd see,
wouldn't we?

I'd felt very isolated since all those rumors had started. At least I
had a human being to relate to, in some wayand a very cool one to boot.

Of course, I should've knownMaggie wasn't the type to stay on the
defensive for long. I was at lunch, just having sat down, and here she
cameshe dropped her tray in front of mine and plopped down on the chair
opposite me. "OK, Bradenjust what are you doing?"

"Why? Didn't you enjoy it?"

"You know I did. But there's something going on in that head of yours,
I know there is."

"Who, me?" I said, all innocence. Then I leaned over closer to her so I
could lower my voice. "I wasn't kidding, you know. Your pussy is
heavenly. I don't think I can get enough of it." She blushed again!
"Sugarlips." Oh, she really blushed at that one! "Maybe I should crawl
under the table..."

"NO!" she blurted out. "I mean, not here!" She took a breath. "Look,
Braden, I don't like to be toyed with."

"How would you know? I don't think you've ever let a guy toy with you
in your life."

"I like to stay in control," she claimed.

"Yeah, I know. Because if you stay in control, you can keep emotions
out of it." Her jaw dropped. "You can keep it on the
Maggiesharesherpussy level, and not have to think any deeper about it."

"Don't you dare judge me!" she hissed.

"I'm not. Not for a second. Who the hell am I to judge anyone? Nope,
your lifestyle has worked for you. You do what you want, and you enjoy
yourself. Good for you. I don't see anything wrong with it."

"Then why are you doing this?" she said plaintively.

"Doing what?"

"Pushing my buttons."

"Because I'm trying to get inside your head."

"Why?"

"To see what's there."

"Why?"

"Because I'm interested."

She stared at me for a good minute, then shook her head. "Braden, I
don't get you. I just don't get you."

"Good," I grinned.

"You know, I don't have to play these games with you. I can just get up
from this table and walk away, and ignore you."

"You're right. You can. But you won't."

"What makes you so sure?"

"Because you like it." She glared at me. "Yes, you do. You, Maggie
Benson, are bored. You're bored with the 'Hi I'm Maggie fuck me' routine.
You are intrigued by me and you're wondering what I'm going to do next."

"You're so damn sure of yourself," she spat.

"No, actually, I'm not. I'm completely winging this," I grinned. That
got a smile out of her. "Look, I'll drop the games for a minute. You know
I'm persona non grata around here. And I'm tangling with Maggie Benson,
who has forgotten more about guys than I'll ever know about girls. Believe
me, I know it. But there's something about you. I don't know what it is,
but there's something. I'm determined to figure it out."

"OK. So, you can take your best shot," she grinned.

"I aim to do just that, Sugarlips," I grinned back, while she blushed.
"You don't know how satisfying it is to know I can make Maggie Benson
blush."

"I've never been told I taste good before," she admitted.

"It must be just some sort of chemical reaction between my tastebuds and
your pussy, Sugarlips."

"Stop calling me that!"

"Not on your life."

"Fine. Whatever. Listen. The bell's going to ring soon, and we have
to go to bio. Ask for relief, please, and pick me. I owe you for
yesterday. I still feel bad about that. No teeth, I promise."

"Hmmm. Are you being nice here, or trying to get the upper hand?"

"A little of both," she admitted with a grin.

"Fair enough. I'll give you a shot."

Just then, the bell rang.

We went to bio, and, as promised, I asked for relief, Maggie
volunteered, and I chose her.

"Are you sure?" Ms. T asked me. "I'm not quite sure what went on
yesterday, but I know there was some funny business, and I don't want it
repeated."

"No funny business, I promise," Maggie said. She came up to me and
said, "Same deal as yesterdayI dare you not to make noisebut I'll play
fair this time."

"Deal," I grinned at her. She knelt down between my legs, and devoured
my dick.

Oh Jesus. This was talent. She bobbed up and down on my dick, hitting
every good spot with her tongue. I was trying not to make noise, but it
was not easy. She worked my dick like a maestro. When she sensed that I
was getting close, she took it all in her mouth, and swallowed. And then
started humming.

"Oh, Jesus, Maggie!" I howled, as I sprayed her tonsils.

She gulped it down, licked her lips, grinned up at me and said, "You
lose."

Still trying to catch my breath, I looked down at her and said, "No, I
most certainly did not." It must've been the right thing to say, because
she lit up like a neon sign.

We went back to our seatsher far more steadily than Iand spent the
rest of the periodand the next one, which we also sharedshooting little
looks at each other.

I was thoroughly enjoying this. And I think she was, too.

Unfortunately, it was right afterwards that all hell broke loose.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN MAGGIE

He had me so offbalance I thought I was going to fall over.

Nobody had ever done this to me, not once. I met guys headon. I
didn't play games. I'm Maggie, I'll spread my legs if you're interested.
Bam, end of story. Nobody every spun my head around.

Braden had my head doing loops.

For one thing, he was going from being cocky out of his mind to
disarmingly sincere in a heartbeatlike when he admitted he was just
winging it. I was almost prepared to dislike him before he admitted that.
Almost. Because, he was right, though I wasn't going to admit it to himI
was bored.

What I didn't know, and what scared me, was whether or not this was just
a game to him. If that's all it was, I wanted no part of it. But I didn't
think so. He was trying to get inside my head. There was a reason.

And if he called me Sugarlips one more time, I was going to slug him.
Oh, fuck thatI was going to jump into his arms and not let go, I admit
it. Look, sex is a big part of my life. Romance has not been. He was
being romantic about sex. He gives me a sweet pet name that's blatantly
sexual. That right there was enough to make my brain start leaking out my
left ear.

It almost seemed too good to be true.

Then, I found out, it was. After Englishthe last class Braden and I
have togetherI was walking to my next class when I heard it for the first
time. "Maggie, you and Braden? Wow!"

"What, you mean this morning?" I laughed. "We're partners in the
program, so he got me off. I returned the favor in Bio today."

"No, I heard you guys fucked on the football field yesterday."

"WHAT?" I said, incensed.

And, that wasn't the only one. I heard it for the next two periods.
"Hey, you and Braden?" "I can't believe you fucked Chuck Braden!" And so
on.

By the time we got out of school, I was completely livid. I knew I got
out before him so I went to the entrance and waited for him. He arrived
shortly. "Braden, you lying sonovabitch!" I screamed.

"Not here," he said, and led me into the woods. We stopped at an open
area. "You fuck!" I yelled. "You gave me your word! I trusted you!"

"Maggie, I didn't say anything."

"Oh, yeah, right," I stormed. "Like you didn't say anything about all
those other girls. You're a fucking liar, Braden. Every girl you end up
with, it gets broadcast."

"I don't know how this happened, but, I didn't say a word, Maggie. Not
to anyone."

"Oh, yeah, Mister Innocent. You fuck," I blasted.

"Maggie, I did not say a word!" He was starting to get pissed. Then the
expression on his face changed. And, Goddammit, it changed to complete
despair. "But you're not going to believe me, are you? No matter what I
say, you won't believe me. Fuck. I'm going to be paying for Tara Boucher
for the rest of my life. I can't convince you. There's no way."

He started walking away. Before I could think of anything to say, he
turned back to me. "And you know what really sucks? Over the past couple
of days, I was really starting to like you. That's what all the
gameplaying was about. I was trying to burrow my way into your mind. I
wanted to get so deep into it that you'd get used to me being there. Every
minute I spend with you, I like you more. You're the most interesting,
unfathomable, intoxicating girl I've ever met. There's so much more to you
than Maggie the Fuck Bunny. I wanted to explore the whole Maggie." He took
a breath. "But my fucking reputation blew that. Again." Then he turned
and started walking away again.

I couldn't let him go. Not after that. "Braden! Wait! Stop!" He
stopped walking.

"Why, so you can berate me some more?" he said without turning back
around.

"No. So I can apologize for jumping to conclusions." That made him turn
around. "I'm sorry. What you just saidwell, it might be the nicest thing
anyone's ever said to me."

"I meant it. No games."

"I know." I took a deep breath. "I suppose I shouldn't care anyway. I
was just upset that I thought you had lied to me. I shouldn't care about
it getting out, I just wanted to tell Tara first, and I did that this
morning."

"You told Tara?" he said, faintly horrified.

"Yeah, I told you I was

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PET

9. THE CRYSTAL LOVER

Cissy left me alone sexually for the next several days, until I began to
think she didn't want me any more, which bothered me much more than I
thought it would. But then Vivian told me after I came in from a late
class that I was to be ready that night by nine, and that Cissy would be in
some time later. Cissy always did everything she said she would, so I knew
she was coming. She had given Vivian special instructions.

Vivian brought me a light dinner and I ate in my room. I started early
and took an extra long time getting ready for bed, showering and lotioning
and powdering and doing all the stuff I usually did, and shaving and
cologning and doing something cute with my hair and being really clever
with my makeup and everything I could think of. Vivian polished my
necklace with a soft cloth as I knelt on my bed and held my chin up for
her. She had a key, but I wouldn't let her take it off even for that long.
I picked out a little silky ruffled thong to wear and got into bed about
eight with a book, and Vivian put my shackle on. She smiled happily.

"You look wonderful tonight, Miss Pet. I'll be back in a few minutes,
Mademoiselle has some more instructions concerning... um, restraint."

"Okay, Vivian, thank you," I said and she curtsied herself out.

When she came back, she had one of the typical silk bags that Cissy sent
things in and she sat on the bed next to me and took out a length of the
linen cord I was used to. I turned demurely and let Vivian tie my wrists,
pulled to test it and gave a little satisfied sigh. Vivian knew just how I
liked it. I got ready to lie back down, but Vivian said, "There's
something else, Miss."

I turned and looked at her, curious. She took a length of cloth out of
the bag and held it out.

"What is it, Vivian?" I asked and she said nervously, "It's a blindfold,
Miss. Mademoiselle says you're to wear it."

"Okay," I said thoughtfully, "Let's look at it."

Vivian relaxed, glad that I wasn't angry, and we investigated the
blindfold together. I wasn't afraid or upset; Cissy had used a blindfold
with me before, during our first months together when I had a lot of
trouble submitting to her. It just struck me as odd because it had been
quite a while, and I kind of thought she was finished with that. This
blindfold was made of some kind of closelywoven synthetic fabric, dark
green and soft and sort of fuzzy. It was irregularly shaped to fit my face
and lightly padded, and it was really stretchy. We tried it, and it was
very effective once we got it right. The first time we put it on
upsidedown, and couldn't help giggling over how funny that was. Soon
Vivian had it figured out, and she put it on me fairly tight and smooth and
tied a knot behind my head, fluffing my hair over it. I could see
absolutely nothing around or through it even if I stared at the lamp, and I
wasn't going to wiggle out of it either. Vivian asked if I was okay, and I
said sure and told her she could go. I heard her straightening up just a
bit more and then she let herself out and the door closed and locked with a
click. I was alone.

I put my head down on my pillow and got comfortable. The blindfold
didn't bother me at all physically. I was very relaxed. In fact, I
reflected that if Cissy didn't hurry she was going to have to wake me up,
and that had never happened before. But it was weird not being able to see
anything in my room. All the familiar smells were there, and I had a
little brass clock on a shelf that ticked with a sound like a tiny, tiny
hammer. These things reassured me and I wasn't afraid. After a little
while, I tried to picture the room as it must be, around me. Was the light
on or off? I couldn't remember and didn't know and couldn't find out. It
occurred to me to wonder whether the light worked when I couldn't see. If
a tree falls in the forest with no one to hear it, does it make a noise?
Someone had said that to me once, and I thought of it now. Then I tried to
picture myself in the dark (?) room. Hmmm... Pet in bed. Covers half
down, lying facing left, arms behind, wrists tied, ankle shackled but you
couldn't see that, it was under the covers. Naked, or nearly so. Those
awesome, obvious tits, slim tummy and big round navel. A sleek, rounded
hip. Bright copper hair, probably kind of messy by now. I could feel the
edge of the coverlet and sheet lying just over my hip. Did my butt show?
Should I wiggle further under so it wouldn't? Should I ask Vivian to tuck
me in better? COULD I ask her? There was a thought! I had no idea if I
could find or even reach the button on the bedside table to ring for her.
My hands were tied behind my back. I was fastened to the bed by one ankle.
Could I maybe reach the bell with the toes of my other foot? I almost
tried, the idea was so interesting, but then I relaxed and told myself I
was being silly. Vivian wouldn't forget me. Would she? Was it even
possible? Well, anything was possible. I pictured a scenario where
something outrageously unusual happened, and everyone forgot me. How long
until I could get loose by myself? I was afraid that the answer to that
one was never. Now I almost WAS getting scared. I was getting goose bumps
and my nipples felt swollen. I rubbed them against the satin sheet. What
color was the sheet? I couldn't remember. Pet, you little idiot, be
STILL!

Wait...

Was that a noise? A different noise? My breathing was too loud; I
couldn't hear anything now. No, it had just been a little noise, like the
house settling, a noise that happened all the time and you just didn't
notice. Then there really was a noise, a very soft slithering, swishing
noise, like a silk scarf being dragged lightly across a hardwood floor. My
floor was carpeted. In the middle of the swishing, there was a very
distinct sound. It would have been soft if sound had not been my whole
world at that time. It was the sound of chimes, a musical ripple, very
high, and it wasn't metallic, like bells or wind chimes or silverware. It
was crystal. Not just glass. Crystal, like a tiny chandelier, and it was
perfectly tuned and so, so delicate and beautiful. It charmed me and
frightened me. I had nothing like that in my room. It didn't seem to come
from a particular place or direction. It was just there, just once. Then
there was the sound of bare feet on the carpet, very light. And breathing,
soft and quick. Someone was in my room.

I struggled up on my elbow in bed and opened my mouth to scream. I
hesitated for an instant, gathering breath, and in that instant I was
touched, so lightly, so gently. Fingers across my lips, small, delicate
fingers, hushing me. Fingers that were as afraid as I was.

When you are touched by another person, skin to skin, you know things
immediately, without thinking. You know things about that person, even if
it's a hand on your arm in a crowd on the street, by accident, and you
never see that person's face, you know something about them. About how
they are feeling, what they are like, not enough to really know them, but
an idea, in some cases a clear idea.

She was a girl. I didn't know how old or how tall or anything, but she
was afraid and she meant me no harm.

I let out the breath that would have been a scream. I was shaking. I
cocked my head and listened, but could hear nothing. I whispered, very
softly. "Who are you?"

I was answered, as softly as the breeze outside in the garden, as if
from far away.

"Shhhhhhh."

The sound told me more. It hushed me and it reassured me. It gave me
no further clue who she was, because it wasn't really her voice and it
carried no tone or accent or inflection. It was just air between her lips.
But she cared about me. It was a personal sound, a sound for someone
special.

Then she was close to me and I could hear her breathing again. She was
young and healthy and... fresh, somehow. Her breath was fast, nervous...
no, excited! Excited and nervous both. She knew she didn't belong here,
and she was terrified of being caught. She could be caught any time.
Cissy could come! Did she know Cissy was coming, was that it? Or was she
afraid of Vivian? Vivian had the key to my door.

I wanted so much to talk to her, to know about her. I leaned toward her
and almost spoke, but at the last moment I held my breath and she didn't
have to hush me again. There could be no sound that others might hear.
This was a secret. She slowly, carefully eased up into my bed. My heart
pounded. She weighed less than I. I tried to get to my knees facing her,
because she was on her knees. My chain clinked very softly. A delicate
hand on my shoulder helped me, just for a heartbeat. I made it to my knees
and inched forward. Her breath was closer. She wasn't quite my height.
And now I smelled her.

My own cologne choked me, that had seemed so understated before. It
covered most of her scent, but I still knew more about her. She washed a
lot, with cleansing cream instead of soap. She used an unscented shampoo
that just smelled clean, like the professional hair cleanser in the Salon
downstairs. That was it! She was from the House. From somewhere in the
House, and she didn't use her own brand of shampoo or scented conditioner.
She took one little step closer on her knees, and a slim, soft hand rested
on my shoulder, steadying us both. I smelled her aroma more deeply. It
wasn't a perfume, wasn't a cologne. It was a body oil, a natural, woodsy
scent. An open, sunny meadow... spearmint! It was very light but I was
sure. I had never thought that I was particularly good at scents. I knew
some girls were. Mademoiselle Kelly was famous, able to name dozens or
hundreds of perfumes and colognes and herbs and oils offhand. But somehow
my attention to this girl was so intense, my knowledge of her so limited,
that I was getting to know her by smell. And on top of it all was another
scent that was easy for me to name. She smelled of girl. Sexually active,
interested female. She wanted me.

My breathing deepened to match hers. I wiggled forward just a bit more,
caught my balance with her help and leaned a little toward her. She took
one deep breath and whispered, "Ohhh..." so faintly I wasn't sure I had
heard it. But I felt it on my face. Firm, warm breasts with hard nipples
pressed against mine. She was naked, at least as naked as I was. She had
come to me this way, somehow, out of thin air with the sound of crystal
chimes, nude. Her hand slipped down to my rib cage and went behind my
back, brushing my skin lightly, then pulling me gently forward. Her other
hand was moving. I felt it before it touched me, two fingers just under my
chin, turning my head a little on the side as my lips parted and her mouth
came up against mine with an almost electric shock, full, soft lips that
trembled and WANTED. The inside of her mouth was hot and she tasted salty,
almost like tears. I was lost, absolutely lost. This was my lover, I knew
beyond a doubt in the moment of that first kiss, and I had never had a
lover before. We pressed together full length now, kissing and rubbing
urgently against one another. She had pubic hair, I felt it. It was silky
and wispy, as if it were new.

Sometimes she didn't know what to do. Her hand slipped boldly down
inside my thong, but then she hesitated, not knowing whether she should
make me lie down first. She nibbled my ear, small, sharp teeth. She was
so warm I was worried she had a fever. She would get an inspiration and
move me to a good position, and her touch with her fingers and lips was
exquisite, but she wasn't good at gauging my rhythms like Cissy was. She
couldn't control me. She was hesitant, kind of tentative, and it came to
me how often I had told myself that this was the kind of lover I wanted,
someone who DIDN'T know everything about sex. My lover was uncertain, she
needed help, and I was totally charmed. I helped her. I knew tricks,
tricks I could use even bound and mostly helpless as I was, and I used
them. I got on top of her somehow and went down on her. She gasped in
startled ecstasy and tangled her hand in my hair. She made the oddest tiny
noises as I licked her gently, then harder and quicker, flicking my tongue,
knowing I was good at this. Her breathing was muffled somehow, and then I
realized that she must have her other hand over her mouth to keep herself
quiet. She was so wet, and warmer than ever. She felt like a little
furnace. I was truly worried about her. Suddenly her thigh muscles locked
and she had an unexpected, shuddering orgasm, straining desperately to be
quiet. Her breathing was even more muffled. She had gotten hold of one of
my pillows and had it over her head! She was scared to death of being
heard.

After I made her come, my lover gathered herself, turned me over and
poured herself on me. She was everywhere, licking and kissing my skin, her
tongue in my mouth, then in my navel. She wrestled my panties down to my
knees and got her fingers between my legs. Her mouth took in one of my
nipples at the same time. That wicked tongue! Oh my God, now I was the
one struggling wildly for a way to shut myself up. She learned with scary
speed, and tied like I was, I couldn't control her any more than she could
control me. I couldn't make her stop or even slow down. Her finger
pressed on my clitoris and hot, creamy liquid ran between my thighs. I was
fighting for control and dangerously close to crying out. I breathed in
gasps between my clenched teeth. I was going to come any second and I
prayed for her to put her hand over my mouth, because I knew I was going to
scream.

She came up to her knees in a single motion and froze, listening, her
hand on my belly communicating with me perfectly. Wait... Then she was
off the bed like a startled fawn and I thought she was gone. I stifled
myself with a heartbreaking effort. I wanted so badly to call to her! I
had to know who she was, she couldn't just leave me! Then she was back,
just for a second, bending over me as I lay helpless on my back, arched and
squirming with interrupted passion. Her breath was hot on my face and I
reached up with my mouth, so needful. She kissed me, once, a kiss that
thanked and sorrowed and promised all at the same time. Then she was
really gone, and the sweetness of that kiss faded slowly as I heard a
sound. Crystal chimes. They faded too, and I was alone.

After a few minutes, when nobody came in, I guessed that she had just
heard Vivian passing by in the hall or something. God, she was SO
sensitive. I couldn't have heard a bomb going off in the hall over the
sound of my heart. At least she hadn't been caught. Cissy would have...
Cissy! She would come in any minute. If she saw me like I must look, it
was over. I couldn't lie, she would know. I couldn't even pull my panties
up! I squirmed around in deadly earnest, orienting myself. It took me
about ten seconds to do what I had earlier doubted I could do at all: get
my toes on the maids' call button. Vivian was there about five seconds
later. I heard her come in the door and stop, and I could almost hear her
mouth drop open.

"Miss Pet, what..."

"Vivian, you have to help me!" I hissed urgently, trying to sit up.
"I... I had a dream. I have to get cleaned up before Cissy comes. Now,
Vivian, PLEASE!"

She came over to the bed, took my blindfold off, turned me around and
started to untie me. As she worked, she stared at the chaos of the bed
linens and murmured absently, "You had a dream? Wow, can I have one?"

I had never, ever heard Vivian say anything like that, and what hurt
worst was that I had no time to laugh. But when I told Lucy the next day,
I thought she would wet herself.

Once she was pointed in the right direction, Vivian worked with an
efficiency that boggled the mind. The room and bed seemed to clean
themselves up at the same time I was being spongebathed and powdered and
my panties changed. She fixed my hair totally with about four strokes, let
go of the brush in midair and was redoing my makeup before it landed on
the counter. Everything she needed seemed to already be in her hand. I
was back in a fresh bed, shackled and tied, before I let out the breath I
was holding. As she faced me away from her and did my blindfold again, I
let out a grateful sigh and said, "Vivian, do they ever have contests for
this maid stuff? I want to get a bet down on you."

"Oh, you wouldn't want to do that, Miss," she said offhandedly. "Lucy's
much better."

Cissy did come, about half an hour later. I spent that time in my bed,
blindfolded again, feeling my body cool down and wondering what in the
world had just happened to me. She hadn't been a dream. How she got into
my room was unfathomable. How she knew when to come was even more
mysterious. Was she someone I knew? She almost had to be. I tried to
compare my picture of her to everyone I knew, but it was hopeless. I just
didn't have enough information. What did I know about her? Young. Medium
height. Spearmint body oil, she got her hair done at the salon, used
cleansing cream every day. I didn't know how long her hair was but it
wasn't REALLY long, I would have felt it. Unless it was up? Fairly large
breasts, very firm. Fine pubic hair. Her sexual odor was something I
would never forget, but I could hardly go around sampling the private scent
of every girl I knew. I got a mental picture of that and started giggling
like a fool. Dammit, Pet, concentrate! If only she had said something!
Then it came to me that she HAD said something, several somethings in fact.
When we were making love she had spoken words or halfwords to me, things
like "Yes" and "Wait" and "Please." They hadn't registered on me at the
time, only their meanings had. And she had been so careful, using only the
faintest whispering tone so that I couldn't get an idea of her voice.
Never more than one word at a time, so no accent or speech pattern could
show. I knew something else about her now. She was far from stupid. In
fact, everything she had done was clever, if you didn't count the fact that
trying to sneak into my room at all was suicide. Unless she was one of the
Ladies? No way. She was sexually inexperienced, not even as far along as
I was. One of the girls then, she had to be. Nicole? She was about the
right height and body type. No, Nicole was shaved like me, and besides I
didn't think she could take her nipple rings out even if she wanted to.

She wasn't Nicole. But she just about had to be one of the other girls,
unless she really was some kind of ghost or spirit. But what in God's name
would one of the girls be doing sneaking into my room? It was risking a
punishment that would be talked of in whispers for years. I tried to
picture myself wanting one of the other girls badly enough to try something
like that. No possible chance. How could she even know I was alone? And
how had she escaped from her maids and her Trainer? I certainly couldn't
do it. There had to be an answer, I had to know about her, to meet her
again, to touch her and be with her. A need was forming in me, in a place
I could hide but couldn't ignore. She was my lover, and I needed her.

How could I find her? Would she come again? She just had to! But what
if she got caught? I didn't care about my own punishment, but I couldn't
bear the thought of her being punished, just for wanting me. And she would
be, terribly. If Cissy caught her, Oh God...

Then it hit me like a freight train. What if Cissy had SENT her? Pet,
you genius! It explained everything. How she had known when to come, just
on this night at just this time, when I was blindfolded and helpless and
ready for her. How she could get from her room to mine without getting
caught. Cissy had made arrangements with her Lady. Unless she was Janice?
No, wrong body type. But it would work, Cissy could do it if she wanted
to. She could get another of the girls and send her.

No.

I had thought I'd figured it out, but I had to admit it couldn't be, for
two reasons. Reason number one, she had been terrified that Cissy would
come. She had known her time with me was stolen time. Reason number two,
I knew Cissy very, very well. She wouldn't hesitate to arrange a tryst for
me if she thought it would be good for me. And it would be just like her
not to tell me. But one of the most basic rules of the House was that the
girls didn't have sex with one another unsupervised. It was never allowed
to happen, the House almost had a paranoia about it which I presumed came
from the Mistress, and probably every Mistress before her. And Cissy's
middle name was Rules. Responsibility was her Goddess. She wouldn't do
it, and that was that.

I was back to square one, and I was getting a headache. My lover would
remain a mystery for now, at least until she came again. I would count
hours. And in the meantime, I had a name for her. She was my Crystal
Lover.



In episode 10, Pet isn't allowed much time to recover from her secret
liaison with her mystery lover. Her Lady arrives to take her pleasure, and
she isn't in a gentle mood.

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