3 comments/ 37603 views/ 1 favorites Jessie's Girl By: pearlescent I am Jessie's girl. And I know that his best friend wants me. I have noticed him looking at me in that particular way, somehow both piercing and blurred, as though he was imagining a close up view of the skin beneath my clothes. We are sitting on concrete benches outside school, and Jessie is whispering insistently in my ear, his hand creeping up my leg: "Come on...we could leave now, go to the park, get a little privacy...go on, you know you want to!" So naturally I blush, I'm sure Jake can hear him. I don't know who wants me more- probably Jake, with all the added intensity of not being able to have me. I find myself playing up to it, to Jake, just because I can, returning those looks of his with ones of my own which make him blush and squirm a bit. I'm not entirely doing it out of spite or pity: believe me Jake is good looking enough, nice eyes and shiny dark brown hair, good body from training (he's on the soccer team with Jessie). If I wasn't already attached, I'd definitely consider him. ---------------------------- (I watch you walking in front of me, and wish it was my hand in your back pocket instead of his. Unrequited lust sucks. I dream of you sometimes, in various states of undress, crawling accross the bed to me with a look that makes my body convulse with desire. But of course you only ever look at him like that: I feel the knot of jealousy tighten in my chest followed by the dull emptiness of realising the futility of it all.) -------------------------------- I start to think down inappropriate lines: knowing their common desire, my imagination depicts us on a bed, me sandwiched between their naked bodies, their hands wandering all over me. It is the sense of my own power which allows me to dwell on these thoughts, begin my attempt to create the reality. I first suggest this to Jessie as we are lying in bed together, under the soccer team pennant and all his posters. Again, I have the power, and I go down on him, taking him in my mouth, sliding up and down, licking round the head and sucking on him as he gets even harder, and I feel a little pre-cum leak into my mouth. and then I stop to ask him about my 'little idea': he's hardly in a state to outright refuse- anything to get my mouth back around his cock. Although I'm not sure he would admit to wanting his best friend to be in on this kind of thing. But I share him with other girls, why shouldn't he share me, temporarily, on "his terms". Getting them drunk is easy, and I start to flirt with both of them. I had decided not to go for the clingiest, most revealing outfit, just one that would make me feel even hornier than I was already. So I am sitting between them on the couch, in a silky camisole top (no bra) and tight-fitting jeans. I start moving around between them, under the pretence of "getting comfortable". I complain that my foot hurts and Jessie offers to rub it better: to do this I have to manoeuvre a bit on the couch, and end up with my head in Jake's lap, my bum in between, and my legs up over Jessie. In the perfect position to gaze up at Jake with this ridiculously sexual look, all half-closed eyes and parted lips. I hear a sudden intake of breath and this slightly surprised, guilty look come over his face. I start playing with my hair, and unsurprisingly, he gets the hint that he might be allowed to touch, and he reaches down and puts his hand on my tummy, feeling for the edge of the silk, and sliding his hand up a little way underneath. Meanwhile Jessie had got bored of the foot rub and, I presumed, is looking over: I feel the bulge of his erection pressing on the back of my thigh. His hand wanders up from my ankle, and he strokes my the inside of my thigh with his thumb. Even though nothing has happened yet, I am so turned on that I try to speed things up a bit, so I sit up and whisper " I think I'm wearing too much: will you help me get undressed?" We slowly get up from the couch, and as Jessie pulls up my camisole, I unbutton his shirt, pausing to lift my arms as he slides the thin silky material over my head. I feel Jake's arms come around my waist from behind, reaching for my fly button, and realise he has removed his shirt as well, as his warm chest brushes against my back. I was finally standing in the boy-sandwich I had envisioned earlier. ---------------------------- (She's turning and looking at me: I want her so much, I'm more aroused than I've ever been in my life, she's letting me undo her flies and I'm sliding my hand down, easing my fingers past her knicker-elastic. Oh my God I'm touching her: she's hot and wet: hot and wet (at least partially) for me, and I pull her closer with my free arm, her warm smooth back against my chest, her body against my pounding heart and my throbbing hard-on, which is straining almost painfully against my jeans. I nuzzle into the back of her neck, as Jessie (Christ I'm going to regret this in the morning) French kisses her, bends down and sucks at her breasts.) --------------------------- Oh God I can't take much more of this: as Jake finds my clit, slick and hard, and strokes it, Jessie is sucking, licking my breast teasing my nipples with his tongue, sending tremors through my body and making my clit convulse with the excess of pleasure. Jessie is pulling my jeans down, and my knickers with them, and my knees are weak: I can hardly stand and I'm leaning against Jake as he circles my clit and pushes a finger inside me and oh god oh god I'm going to come, I try to relax against it but it surges up through me and Bam! it hits me, my body spasms, I twitch around Jake's fingers. I lose my balance and together Jessie and Jake drag me to the bedroom. Through half-closed eyes I see them hurriedly strip, ease trousers and pants over their by now rigid cocks, and get into bed with me, one on each side. Jessie, being the one more aware of his rights with me in bed, takes my hand and pushes it down towards his cock: I take it in my hand and start to stroke it and he closes his eyes and moans, reaching for my breast again, and then suddenly moving his hand down and shoving it between my legs, pushing my thighs apart. Jake is lying behind me, and I can feel him touching himself (poor guy, he hasn’t been getting much attention from me). So I reach my other hand down and fumble for him, finally grasping his cock and giving it a squeeze. Jessie’s getting impatient now, he pushes my head down towards his crotch and I have to let go of Jake: he continues stroking little bits of me, seemingly with great concentration: I feel the rough, wet surface of his tongue pass briefly over the base of my spine, where the crevice starts, and it makes me tingle all over. As I wrap my lips around Jessie’s cock, my tongue in constant motion as I suck him, I feel Jake’s fingers start to explore, passing over my asshole, up towards my clit, paddling in the wetness around my cunt, separating the lips to get at me. The pleasure begins to mount again, I open my legs farther apart, push towards his insistent fingers. Jessie notices my opening up and takes this as a sign that I’m ready, and I am, I really want to feel his cock in me, filling me up completely: I reach down and grab Jake’s hand, pull it up and put his fingers, wet with my juices, into my mouth, and let out a gasp as Jessie slides into me, and starts pumping more urgently. ------------------------------ (How am I ever going to look Jessie in the eye again? He’s on top of her now, I’m being sidelined as usual, this is too much-but now she’s looking at me, her face all flushed, a pleading expression passes over her features, she looks up at Jessie and he leans down to kiss her: she whispers something and he smiles, and looks at me. Weird. She turns over onto all fours on the bed, raising that beautiful ass that I have so often fantasised about biting, grabbing, stroking, but never thought I would. Jessie, shuffles forward on his knees towards her, positions himself and thrusts in again (God she must be so wet for him to just glide in like that, and she was that wet, I felt her, I saw it glistening on her thigh). I’m just lying here on my back like a stranded fish, cock waving ridiculously in the air.) I always want something to do with my mouth at this moment: I am so conscious of it for some reason, I normally reach for Jessie and make him kiss me, hard and wet and glued together, but now I have a better option. I don’t care what I do now, I reach across and grab Jake by his cock, make him move over, lean down onto my elbows and take him in- oh he quivers in my mouth and gasps, his stomach muscles tense and as I move, swirling my tongue around him, I can feel him getting harder, pulsating in my mouth, as Jessie’s thrusts go deeper and deeper, faster and faster, sliding in and out its never felt this good before. Jake starts to thrust into my mouth and suddenly goes tense, and comes in my mouth, letting out this strange strangled cry, and just after, I feel Jessie explode in me, his come spurting out into me. He pulls out and collapses beside me on the bed, laughing, and I swallow Jake’s come and smile at Jake first, then turn to Jessie and smile at him too, raising my eyebrows. ------------------------------ (Woah, shit, that was the best thing that has EVER happened to me: to feel her soft plump lips wrapped around me, eagerly sucking me, was soooo good. I feel exhausted, elated, I think I could get hard again and fuck her all night if she would let me. I’ll never get enough of her, I want to just eat her, taste her, bury myself in her gorgeous cunt. How am I going to stop myself wanting her now I’ve had a taste?) ------------------------------- So we all fall asleep on the bed, under the severely rumpled sheets and blankets. And what I’m going to tell you now you’re not allowed to repeat. It’ll only get back to the wrong people. In the early morning, I wake to the sensation of someone nuzzling my neck, kissing the nape of my neck and softly running their fingers up and down my back. I chuckle slightly, sigh with sleepy pleasure, and slowly turn over, to come face to face with Jake. I look in his eyes, and he looks into mine, and then moves in to kiss me, keeping his eyes open the whole time. Jessie is still asleep beside us as Jake kisses me harder, manoeuvres himself up over me. He keeps breaking off from kissing my mouth to plant kisses on my collarbone, on my breasts (oh shit if I’m any good at reading the signs I think he’s falling even more in love with me, and its not exactly doing me any good either). ----------------------------- (I’m kissing her, she’s all mine, my head is groggy but I’m so happy, I am completely ready again, and she’s starting to moan softly, push herself even tighter against me…I climb on top of her and she opens her legs to me, reaches down to guide me into her: So hot, so tight, slickly enclosing me, I move slowly to savour this new feeling, its too good, I bend down over her, my face in her neck, and clench her to me, her legs are wrapping themselves around my back and I am pounding into her, slow, slow, quicker…Ohhhhh I can’t do this, I want her to come for me, she’s looking up at me with that pleading look again and I keep thrusting, she’s moving her hips around and God that feels different, good different, she starts to ripple around me, she’s biting her lip, and I can feel her coming…ohh that’s it, I can feel the come start to rise up, and Christ I’m coming too ooohhhh Christ God ahh ahh. It’s the best orgasm of my life, the first inside anyone, and I think I love her. I kiss the side of her sweaty neck, and just lie there, feeling out hearts pounding, so close together.) Jessie's Girl Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations. (c) 2002 Couture * "What's the matter Jessie? Where's your little friend?" Gale asked the girl who was eating along at the lunchroom table. "Come on Gale," I urged, nudging her in the ribs with my lunch try. "Let's go." Hey, I'm not going to pretend that I was doing it out of the goodness of my heart. The truth was I had been at least as mean behind Jessie's back, but this was different, Jessie lived next door to me. Not only that, once upon a time, we used to be best friends. "She moved," Jessie said, sadness written all over her face. "Awwww . . ." Gale said in mock sympathy. "Well, I guess we are going to have to come up with a new name now. It used to be the dyke duo, but now little Sharon is gone. Come on Stacy, you thought of the last name, come up with another one." Damn-damn-damn, Gale never knew when to shut up. Now, I had a neighbor that hated me. Worse, I had a very large neighbor that hated me. You see, Jessie was a very large and athletic girl. We called her 'Sports Jessie' sometimes. Yes, I made that one up too. When Jessie and I were growing up, we used to play together. I'm sure Jessie could have beaten me at practically everything we played, but she didn't. Surprisingly, every game was close, with me winning just slightly less than she did. The only time I had ever seen her shine was when we played doubles tennis together, and she single-handedly beat the two older girls. In high school, Jessie played all the sports they allowed girls to play. And while Jessie excelled in tennis, in soccer she was a force of nature. And now that we were seniors, she *was* the soccer team. You would have thought Jessie would have hung out with the more sports-type girls. Not Jessie. Instead, she hung out with me. Then I got accepted on the cheerleading squad and I stopped hanging out with her. I had new friends and they didn't like Jessie very much. She was too different . . . The real reason I was sweating when Gale told Jessie about the dyke duo thing, was that I used to be one of the dyke duo and Jessie knew it. I just knew she was going to embarrass me in front of the other cheerleaders, but she didn't. "Better than being brainless bimbo's," Jessie retorted. Sighing with relief, I nudged Gale again. "Come on Gale, let's go." We turned to leave and then I heard Jessie snicker. "Bye dumb." I looked back at Jessie, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks and saw her look right at me and wink. "And bye *dumber*." Gale heard it to and she turned to go back. I pushed her away and said loudly, "Let's leave the lonely lesbian alone." I turned and was pleased to see my insult strike a nerve. When we got to our table Gale told everyone what had happened and they all had a good laugh. I forgot all about it after that. Until that afternoon, when I was walking from my car to the door of my house, when I heard Jessie's voice behind me. "You shouldn't have said that." It was Jessie and she looked furious. She was also walking towards me in a hurry. She was between me and my car. I turned to run, leaving my school books littered behind me. I looked back and was horrified to see Jessie running after me. I knew there was no way I was going to be able to unlock the front door, so I ran to the back yard in hopes of locking myself in the utility building. I didn't make it. She tackled me on the grass. I struggled to get up, but she pinned me easily, twisting my arm behind my back. "Please Jess, you are hurting me," I cried. It felt like she was going to tear my arm out of my shoulder. "God this is just too easy," she said, before letting me go. "You're not even worth it. You're just a spoiled little baby." She got up dismissively and I lost my temper. While she had her back turned I grabbed her around her head. In seconds she was free and I found myself on my stomach. Somehow she had my legs split wide and doubled behind me. She reached forward and grabbed my ponytail, pulling my head backwards. It felt like she was going to break me in half. "Say you're sorry," she demanded. There was nothing I could do. I could barely even move enough to speak. "I'm sorry." "Tell me you're a bitch!" she ordered. "You're a bitch!" I answered. It hurt, but what was she going to do, kill me? She let my legs go and then turned me around. I forgot all about fair play. I clawed at her and even tried to bite her, but it was no use. She was just too damned strong. Soon, I was on my back, with my arms held fast under her legs. She had my legs hooked underneath her arms and then she began to spank me. I only had on my cheerleading bottoms and it hurt like hell. I screamed for help. I screamed bloody murder. "Shut up!" she said, as she sat on my face. I couldn't believe it. My face was beneath her miniskirt and smothered against her panty covered ass. I couldn't scream. I couldn't even breathe. "You want to act like a baby," she said. "Fine I'll treat you like one. Until you say that you're a bitch." She spanked me until it felt like my ass was on fire. I was seeing stars from lack of oxygen and I couldn't even struggle or kick. Even when I stopped resisting, she continued to spank me until she was satisfied. Finally, she let my legs go and lifted off of me slightly. I was wheezing and my face was wet from my tears. It was also wet from something else too; the smell of Jessie's arousal was strong. Goddamn dyke bitch was getting off on this! "Say it!" she ordered. I looked up at her ass in front of my face. Her thin cotton panties were wedged in the crack of her ass. Likewise the crotch was clearly damp and bunched between her lips. She probably didn't want me to say I was sorry. She probably wanted to smother me under her fat ass again. I wasn't going to give her the pleasure. "I'm a bitch! Are you happy? I'm a bitch, okay?" "You know Stacy; you used to make fun of Sharon for being gay, but where you are now?" To my horror, Jessie pressed herself against my face and began to grind against me. I tried to turn my head but it was trapped between her feet. All I could do was keep my mouth tightly closed and try not to inhale, while she took her pleasure at my expense. It wasn't hidden this time . . . it was obvious. She was openly pleasuring herself against my trapped face. I held my breath for as long as I could, but eventually I needed air. It was so humiliating. I struggled for breath with my nose pressed against her ass and my mouth against her damp cotton panties. When she finally let me breathe again, I could taste the flavor of her arousal. "You've had more pussy than Sharon ever had bitch," Jessie laughed. "No, Sharon wasn't gay She was just *my friend*, something I used to think you were." I watched in revulsion as Jessie reached beneath her skirt and pulled off her panties. I heard the sound of fabric tearing and knew what was in store. "Please don't do this Jess. Please. . . " My plea fell on deaf ears. I could see her tiny clenched asshole and her very aroused and wet sex. Then I was enveloped again. She ground herself against me. My lungs burned and I could hear a ringing in my ears. I couldn't even struggle against this abuse, I was too weak. Finally, she lifted up a few inches, and I gasped for breath. Before I could catch my breath, I saw her begin to descend again. I couldn't help it. I couldn't bear the thought of being suffocated again. I raised my head up and licked her. I didn't know if I was doing it right, but I licked her with a desperation born of self-preservation . . . and the desire to breath. I must have done an okay job of it, judging from her moans. The last thing I remember, I was enveloped between her thighs, unable to breath. When I came to, it wasn't all at once. My senses came back one at a time. Believe it or not, the first sense to come back is smell. I was welcomed back to the world by the musky smell of Jessie's pussy. The next sense was hearing. I could hear a ringing in my ears and then I could make out the sound of heavy breathing and I wondered if it was mine. Next, I could feel someone's arms around my and a mouth against mine, forcing breath into my lungs. Finally, though it was foggy around the edges, I could see again. There were still black spots dancing around, but I was in Jessie's arms and she was giving me mouth to mouth resuscitation. "Jess?" I murmured. "Oh, thank God . . . I so sorry Stace. I-I don't know my own strength sometimes," Jessie said, with tears streaming down her eyes. She kissed me on the lips. "Are you okay?" Her lips were still uncomfortably close to mine. "I'm okay Jessie, just let me up. Please?" I felt her hand moving down my stomach towards my sex. I was still too weak to resist. "Don't Jessie. Haven't you done enough?" I begged. I was more embarrassed than I had ever been in my life. Despite my mistreatment, I had a secret - a shameful secret she was about to discover. "Someone's creamed her panties," she smirked. "Please don't," I begged, but I didn't even close my legs. I knew I should -- I needed to, but her fingers felt too good. "Shhhh . . .it's alright little Stacy girl. I'm not going to hurt you." She kept rubbing me and I was beginning to respond. I had no control over myself as my hips started to roll and I began to moan. Jessie was just inches in front of my face, staring intensely at my eyes. I closed them. I couldn't let her see what she was doing to me. "Please," I begged or moaned; I'm not sure which. I reached down and grabbed her hand. I opened my eyes and she was looking at me questioningly. I pushed her hand beneath my panties. She plunged her fingers in my soaked slit. What a picture I must have made laying there in my cheerleading outfit, sprawled out in the back yard with my legs lewdly spread. I could hear the wet smacking sounds as her fingers plunged into my sex. I loved what she was doing to me, but I hated that she knew how much I was enjoying it. I wished I could wipe the smug look off of her face. "ugh, I hate you," I gasped. I could feel my pleasure rising in a warm wave. "You love me," she said, kissing my lips. "Ah-ah-I-hate-you." I wished she would just get mad at me - dislike me. It would make things so much easier -- less complicated, afterwards. "You love me." She repeated. She kept repeating those same three stupid words over again, kissing me each time. God she made me so angry! Why couldn't she just let me cum without all the complications? I grabbed her head and pulled her tight, kissing her deeply, just to shut her up. She inhaled my screams, while my body quaked and shuddered in climax. I was weak afterwards - weak but satisfied. She stood up and then easily lifted me to my feet. She kissed me again and I let her. "You're my girlfriend now," she stated. The nerve of her, you don't just tell a girl she is your girlfriend. Everyone knows you're supposed to ask. "No, I'm not." I would show her. I would teach her to ask. "Yes, you are," she said unfazed by my refusal. She dusted the grass and twigs off of me. Then she helped me pick my books up. Neither of us said a word. She handed me my books, as I opened the door to my house. "See you - see you tomorrow," I said stupidly. I didn't know what else to say. Even now, I can't think of anything else I could have said. I worried most of the night about what to do the next day. What to say? How to act? However, Jessie took care of all that for me. In the morning she was waiting in her car, with the passenger door open. I don't know what possessed my, but I got in the car and closed the door. She leaned over and kissed me! Tongue kissed me until I was weak in the knees. "You love me," she said. Damn it, sometimes she made me want to slap her the smug look off her face. Why couldn't I stand up to her anymore? She drove off, and I felt her hand on my naked thigh, pulling my legs apart. I closed them tightly, but she was persistent and stronger. Soon, we were riding to school, with her hand massaging me through my wet panties. "Ugh, Jessieee," I whined. "Not like this. Jesus, we're going to school Jessieeee." I had no more hope of stopping Jessie, than I had of stopping my own body. I found myself in the front seat of her car, legs spread widely, humping her fingers. I came as we pulled into the school drive. Jessie pulled my skirt down and let me close my legs. "Damn it Jessie! I can't believe you did that!" I tried to get comfortable in my now soaked panties. "You look so cute when you are angry," she smirked then she licked my juices from her finger. "Mmmmmm" she moaned and made a face like it was the best thing she ever tasted. "You are such a bitch sometimes," I said, but I was smiling now. How could I stay mad, watching her do that? I couldn't believe the change in Jessie. She didn't even seem like her old self at all. This Jessie was self-assured and powerful. God, she could do whatever she wanted to me and she knew it. As we walked to school, I felt her hand intertwine in mine. I tried to pull it free without making a scene. I was just coming to terms with my feelings and I was nowhere near ready for *this*. "Please don't," I begged. "Don't worry Stace, I'll protect you." I looked around quickly. Oh God, we had already been seen. This was it; I was officially going to be whispered about behind my back. Soon, everyone would be talking about me and Jess. She squeezed my hand to reassure me. She seemed so strong, so impervious to their stares, but I couldn't meet them. I blushed and looked down. "Don't do that," she whispered. "Don't let them see you're afraid." I felt my cheeks flush and my knees tremble. How could they not see I was afraid? I tried to meet their stares, but couldn't. Instead, I turned to Jessie. "What-what are . . . we . . . going to do today?" I stuttered, trying to think about something else. "Well, we're going to have lunch together at twelve. Then, at two, since our classes are near, I thought I would walk you to French class. That way you can tell me if I need to set somebody straight." I felt her large hand tighten around mine comfortingly. "Then when we get home, I'm going wrestle you down and strip you naked and have my way with you . . . whether you like it or not." I looked around to make sure no one heard her, but God help me, I couldn't wait to get home. But, she really has *got* to start asking me what *I* want to do. The End * If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. Jessie's Girl As I write this we're under total lockdown. Someone from the Aryan Brotherhood stabbed someone from the Mexican gang. Another daily occurrence here in paradise. I guess I should explain. I'm serving 25 years to life in the Florida State Penitentiary in Starke, Florida for a crime I really didn't commit. I know all convicts say that but in my situation it's true. To explain I'll start at the beginning. The very beginning. I grew up in the then sleepy town of St. Petersburg, Florida. Since the age of seven Jessie Douglas was my best friend. It was a strange friendship, I'll admit. Jessie and I couldn't be more different. At pickup baseball games Jessie was always selected first; I was picked last, if at all. When we got to middle school it was clear that Jessie was headed for something big. Captain of the football team, a straight 'A' student and the most popular kid in school. Me, I was his tag-along. Where Jessie went I went. I was secretly glad just to be able to hang around him. High school and college were no different. Jessie played on the football team; I was the team assistant, meaning I got to do the player's homework for them when they had to go to practice. That went on throughout college. When we graduated, Jessie left college the valedictorian and proud new owner of a Corvette from his parents; I left the possessor of a diploma with a solid 'C' average. Still, we stayed close friends. Jessie went back to St. Petersburg to take over running his family business. Me, I found a job nearby in Tampa, plying my trade as an accountant. About a year later I got a phone call from Jessie that changed everything. "You have to see her," Jessie exclaimed, "She is beautiful. Long blonde hair, green eyes and a body that won't quit. Why don't you come to St. Pete for the weekend? I want you to meet her." I could never refuse Jessie. After getting to St. Pete that weekend we went to Jessie's parent's house for dinner. When we got there everyone, his father, mother, sister, were all bubbly about the new girlfriend. I didn't even know her name; Jessie's girl was how they referred to her. Who was this mystery woman, I wondered? I didn't have long to wait. An angel entered the door to the house. She was beautiful, more than beautiful; she was beautiful and sexy at the same time. I was captivated. And she was friendly. She walked right up to me and introduced herself. "Hi," she said, "You must be Robert (that's my name by the way although today I'm just prisoner 8674464). I'm Lisa, Jessie's girl." She beamed a smile at him that made me wince. Why, oh why, couldn't I have a girl like this, I thought? We spent the weekend together, us three. My best friend Jessie, his girl and I went to the movies, dinner and a baseball game at Tropicana Field. Why would I want to be the third wheel? Because during our first dinner Jessie's girl reached over and touched my hand, telling me she had heard all about me. The feel of her hand on mine sent a bolt of electricity through me. I was in love. I know it sounds stupid, she was Jessie's girl but still, she had become my dream girl. I went back home after that weekend changed forever. I was obsessed with Jessie's girl. At work, I couldn't concentrate. I wondered, was she watching him with those big green eyes? I knew she was loving him with her body. And he was holding her in his arms late at night. It should be me, I thought, not Jessie. I racked my brain. Where can I find a woman like that? But I knew the answer. There was only one like her and she was Jessie's girl. A few weeks later my cell phone rang. The voice on the other end was sobbing hysterically. I recognized it as Lisa, Jessie's girl. "Robert," she sobbed, "I didn't know who to turn to. You were the only one I could think of. Please come see me. Jessie hit me and I'm hurt." Jessie hit her, I asked myself? "I'll be there in an hour," I promised. "Where do you want me to meet you?" "The mall parking lot, in the back," she said, now strangely composed. But I loved her to much to hear the difference in tone in her voice. I pulled up to her car at the back of the mall parking lot just as it was getting dark. She got into the passenger seat and turned to me. "Thank you for coming," she said, "I don't know what has gotten into Jessie but he has been drinking heavily lately and every time he drinks he hits me." She showed me a cut on her forehead. It was bleeding slightly and I offered to bandage it for her. Had I looked closely I would had seen that the cut was just a little too fresh, like a minute or two fresh. She leaned forward to let me put the bandage on and, to my utter surprise, she kissed me. "I am so thankful that you came for me Robert," she cooed, "I had no one else to turn to." Our lips met again and she snuck her tongue into my mouth, and she placed her hand on my semi-hard dick. Just as suddenly she broke the kiss. "You are my protector, Robert," she said, "Let me show you how much I appreciate you coming here for me." How could I object? This was a dream, after all. She pulled my rapidly growing penis out of my pants right there in the mall parking lot, bent down to my lap and took my cock into her mouth. After a few minutes of this pleasure she reached under her dress and pushed her panties down her legs. She climbed over the seat, swung a leg over me, straddling me. She lowered herself onto me as we kissed. My heart was pounding. I kissed her back, breathing heavily into her mouth. She began to ride me, my cock feeling amazing in her, wanting her so badly. "Oh, God Lisa...I'm gonna' cum!" I shouted. Jessie's girl held her ass down on my lap, holding my member inside her. She looked at me, still breathing heavily, watching my expression as I came inside her. "You are my hero, Robert" she said as my orgasm hit. As soon as I finished cumming, she swung her leg back and told me she needed to go, that Jessie would be suspicious if she was not home soon. I wanted to tell her that I loved her but the point was probably moot. After all, she was still Jessie's girl. She kissed me goodbye and left. After collecting myself, I drove home and went straight to sleep. A week went by before the phone rang again. It was her, sobbing, crying, begging me to come for her. He had hit her again, this time more vicious. I left at once. She asked me to meet her at a motel in St. Petersburg, that she was afraid to go to her apartment. I knocked on room 308 and went in. A beautiful but tearful Lisa rushed into my arms. "He hit me again," she said, "This time I am afraid he will kill me, he is so angry." I thought to ask what could have made Jessie so angry but my love for Lisa blinded me. There were red marks on her arms from what could have been a struggle. Then again, they could have been self-inflicted. Had I been in control of my emotions I would have asked to see her wounds. Without a word we undressed each other. I slid down her body and pressed my mouth against her mound, kissing her bush while my hands cupped and stroked her inner thighs. My tongue touched her clitoris and my lips encircled her pussy, soft, wide, open and warm, pulling at her with pulsing suction, harder each time. A sigh slipped from her mouth and her body trembled. She cried out as she came, every part of her body twitching as she gasped for breath, then came again. "I love you, Robert," she said. "I love you too, Lisa," I replied. We made love with abandon, over and over, until both of us were too tired to continue. She spoke first. "What do I do now," she said. "If I go back to my apartment I am afraid he will hurt me again, even kill me. Will you protect me, Robert?" Without hesitation, I said yes, a decision I will regret forever. She called Jessie and told him where she was, asking him to come right away, she had something to tell him. She told me she was going to tell Jessie it was over between them, that she and I would be together, forever. But, she said, "Please protect me. I'm afraid of what he might do." I went to my car and got my revolver from the trunk, another decision I would come to regret. When he arrived and saw me, then heard Lisa say she was leaving him, he was truly angry, shouting at me that I had betrayed our friendship. "He's going to hit me again, Robert," Jessie's girl said to me. "Please do something, now!" Without a thought I shot Jessie with my revolver, three times in the head and body. Not thinking straight, I acted as if drugged with my love for Jessie's girl. No, after that she would be my girl, Robert's girl. I didn't care about the consequences; I would do anything for Lisa. Besides, it was self-defense wasn't it? When I explained myself to the police, thinking Lisa would step in and tell them it was self-defense, that I was protecting her, she denied everything. The bruises-I had hit her. I had forced her to have sex with me. I had forced her to go to the motel room. The cops believed her, the jury believed her. After I had been in prison for a month my parents mailed me an article from the local newspaper. Lisa French (formerly Jessie's girl) had come into a large insurance settlement. Seems she was the beneficiary of a $500,000 insurance policy taken out on Jessie just two months earlier. But she better enjoy the money quickly. My attorney says there was a problem with the arresting officer giving me my Miranda rights. The evidence might get thrown out on appeal. I just might get released from prison. He says it's a long shot but if that happens, I'll have a surprise for Jessie's girl. Jessie's Girl Jessie struggled against the bonds, but there was absolutely no give to them. They didn't dig into his flesh, but nonetheless, he couldn't move his arms or legs even an inch. The head restraints kept him staring straight ahead, so he couldn't see Mary beside him, but he could hear her grunt with the effort of struggling against her own bonds, so he knew she was there. Lars moved into his field of vision, speaking to some sort of hovering spheroid robot. He knew Lars was smart, had even called him a genius more than once, but all this...it was beyond anything he'd ever imagined his friend to be capable of. Not just because he didn't think Lars was smart enough, either. He'd never seen this coming. "Why?" he grunted out, his jaw partially immobilized by the head restraints. "Lars, we've known each other since we were kids, why are you doing this to us?" Lars looked over at him with a calm, almost disinterested expression on his face. "I don't have to justify myself to you," he said. "The hell you don't!" Jessie shouted. "I'm your best friend, you were going to be Best Man at my goddamned wedding, you at least owe me an explanation!" "There'd be no point," Lars said. "That's what I mean when I say 'I don't have to justify myself to you'. You're not going to remember any of this in a few hours anyway, so why bother telling you when you won't remember having this conversation?" "Because you want to tell us, Lars," Mary said. Mary had always been the smart one in their relationship. "I can hear it in your voice. Whatever your reasons are for doing all this, you want to tell us what they are, even if you know we'll never remember it. You want to tell us, because you want to convince us that this isn't wrong. Because if you can convince us, maybe you can convince yourself." "It's because..." Lars sighed. "It's because I don't want to hurt either of you. You're absolutely right, Jessie. You're my best friend. I always want you to be my best friend. I'd hate for anything to come between us. And this would. I thought maybe it wouldn't, but I realized that even if you'd broken up that night, instead of getting engaged, it would still come between us." He patted Jessie on the shoulder. "It's better this way." "Better what way?" Jessie tried to shrug off the hand, but he couldn't move enough. "What the hell are you going to do to us? What's wrong with you, Lars?" The robot bleeped. "Deep brain scan complete. The memory extract has been downloaded to your personal files for later viewing. Verisimilitude projections holding stable at 98.97%." Lars nodded, decisively. "Good enough. In fact, more than good enough. That's a 14.7 percent increase on natural memory. Congratulations, Unit Seven." "Thank you, sir. Do you wish to begin?" "Yes, I think it's about time. Let's start the process. Oh, and begin scheduling retrieval units to pick up the others. We'll need to make sure everyone's on the same page, or otherwise the whole thing is kind of pointless." Jessie twitched as he felt a tingling sensation in the electrodes attached to his temples. UNSPOOL. Mary smashed the chair leg as hard as she could against the robot's silvery hull, but all that happened was that her hands stung like a bitch. The robot reached out for her, and she backed up in an effort to dodge its hands; but whipcord-thin steel tendrils extended out from each palm, wrapping around her with lightning speed. They felt cold against her naked body. "Dammit," she heard Jessie say, and she knew he must have been taken prisoner too. The robot reeled in the slack on the tendrils, pulling her right into its waiting arms, and lifted her slightly off the ground. She couldn't even kick at it--tendrils wrapped around her calves, tying her legs together just as tightly as her arms were bound to her sides. The robot walked out of the bedroom holding her, just like its identical twin held Jessie. Incongruously, she noticed that Jessie's dick hadn't softened yet; little details like that sometimes stood out at stressful moments. "What the hell are these things?" he shouted to her. "Some sort of robot," she said, as the machines carried them down the hall. "I don't know exactly what they are, but I know who they have to belong to." She heard the matter-of-fact tones in her own voice, and was surprised at her own calm. She'd never have thought she'd be able to handle something like this so calmly. Sure enough, Lars was waiting for them in the living room. "I'm sorry," he said, pushing his glasses back. "But it has to be this way. You understand why, of course." UNSPOOL. Jessie motioned Lars over to the booth where he and Mary sat, and Lars slipped in on the other side. "Hey, Lars!" Mary said. "I suppose you're wondering why we called you out here tonight." Lars said, "Well, I thought that--" Jessie couldn't hold it in any longer; he thought he was going to burst from happiness. "We wanted you to be the first to know. Mary and I are getting married!" Lars' eyes widened in surprise. "I..." He glanced back and forth between Mary and Jessie for a moment. "Congratulations!" he said at last. "That's wonderful!" "Ain't it just, mon ami? We decided to bring you out here for a little party, just to celebrate. What with my folks being dead and all, and Mary...well, you know how she doesn't get along with her parents...you're the closest thing we have to family." He chuckled. "Our kids can call you 'Uncle Lars'!" Lars blinked a few times, his expression unreadable. "I...don't know what to say, Jessie. That means a lot to me. Thank you." Jessie grinned. "Best buds forever, man, just like I always said. And you know I want you to be Best Man. It's not even a contest. Besides, I always said you should wear a tux more often. Remember Joe Palermo's wedding, when we both spent the whole reception pretending to be secret agents? 'Schuyler. Lars Schuyler.' Bum-ba-da-da-dum, ba-ba-ba, bum-ba-da-da-dum, ba-ba-ba..." Lars chuckled at the memory, and looked over at Mary. "I guess it worked," he said. Mary smiled sheepishly. "I guess it did." Jessie shrugged. "We all have to grow up sometime, I guess. Mary was right. It was time to take the next step." Lars pushed back his glasses. "It's a big step. Still, I can't think of two people I'd want more to see happy." UNSPOOL. Mary sighed. "He's just...he's such a big kid sometimes!" She massaged her temples, trying to let the frustration out. "I'm sorry, Lars, I know you shouldn't be the shoulder I come to cry on for this, he's your best friend, but...you're a good listener. Better than Sara, that's for sure. She'd probably just tell me to dump him." Her eyes widened. "Don't tell him I said that." Lars held up a placating hand. "You know me better than that, Mary. One of the most important parts of listening is 'not talking'. And believe me, I've been Jessie's friend for long enough that I'm not blind to his irritating qualities. That's part of what being a friend is, putting up with the dumb shit your friends do." He gave her a crooked smile. "Don't tell him I said that." Despite her irritation, frustration, worry, and general bad temper, Mary had to crack a smile at that. "My lips are sealed," she said. The smile faded from her face. "I just...I don't know how much longer I can do this, Lars. We've been living together for four years now, and it's just the same old routine. I want more, and I think he does too, but...he's just a big kid." She rolled her eyes. "Sorry, I'm repeating myself." Lars waved it off. "No worries," he said. "You're allowed." He shrugged, slightly. "Look, I'm probably the last person who should be offering advice here, because a," he held up a finger, "I like both you and Jessie, and so there's an obvious conflict of interest here, and b," he held up a second finger, "it's not like my dating life is such a spectacular success that I think I should be giving advice out to anyone. But since c," he held up a third finger, "is that I'm an incorrigible busybody who can't keep his opinions to himself, I'm going to say what I think anyway." He closed his fingers, and his crooked smile faded. "I think you have to do what's best for you, Mary. Jessie's a great guy, and a great friend, and I don't want to see him hurt; but you can't stay in a situation that's making you unhappy just because you don't want to make him feel bad. You have to let all this out, or you'll drive yourself nuts, and sooner or later it'll all come out anyway after you've gotten so frustrated that you stop loving him completely." Mary looked down at her feet for a moment, thinking. "So I should just go up to him and say, 'That's it! Marry me or dump me!'?" Lars opened his mouth slowly. "I wouldn't phrase it exactly like that," he said tentatively, "but yes, tell him that you want more out of a relationship, and his fear of commitment is driving you away. Either he'll grow the heck up and do the right thing, or he won't. But at least you won't be frustrated anymore." Mary gave him a hug. "Thanks, Lars. I know this has to be hard on you, knowing us both so well. I mean, I know that you're always going to be His Friend, but I like to think that I'm more than just His Girlfriend to you." "Of course you are," Lars said firmly, patting her on the back. UNSPOOL. "Hey, man," Jessie said, his voice carrying in the still night air despite his attempt to be quiet. "You alright?" Lars slicked back his hair nervously. "Yeah, I'm fine, I just, um...needed some fresh air. That's all. I'll head back in just a moment." Instead of heading back to the party, Jessie walked over to him and leaned on the balcony. "Look, I know I'm no genius like you, dude, but I'm not totally stupid. I know what it's like in there, with me and Mary, Jim and Sara, Kelly and Richard...it's a pretty couple-tastic get-together. I'm sorry, we should have realized that it might leave you feeling like, you know, kind of a...third wheel." Despite his mood, Lars let out a little laugh. "Legend, oh legend, oh third wheel legend..." he sang. "Always in the way!" they finished together, and both chuckled. "But seriously, dude," Jessie said, "you'll find someone. It happens. Even if you're not looking for someone, someone's going to find you someday. Maybe it won't be the kind of girl you expect, maybe it won't happen when you expect it to, but it'll happen. I mean, look at me and Mary. She's going for a PhD in astrophysics, and I barely got my Bachelor's Degree. She's got more in common with you than she does with me. But we met each other, we made it work, and the same thing is going to happen to you someday. You'll see." Lars shrugged. "I hope you're right. I just...I dunno." He took a sip of his beer, and gestured at the skyline. "I just don't think the right girl for me is out there." "Well, she sure ain't in there!" Jessie said, jerking his thumb at the apartment behind them and laughing. "Come on back to the party, dude. We're breaking out the Trivial Pursuit, and the only way you won't win is if you're not in the room." "What's my handicap this time?" Lars turned away from the balcony, heading back towards the warmth inside. "Two wedges," Jessie said. "Would be three, but Mary's feeling cocky tonight..." UNSPOOL. Mary looked at herself in the mirror, looking into her own deep brown eyes, and asked herself, Mi>Am I settling? The face in the mirror had no answers. It was pretty, far prettier than most astrophysicists-in-training of either gender were usually expected to be, with classically beautiful Asian features; but it didn't know whether or not Jessie was the right guy for her. Mainly because it was her face, and she didn't know whether or not Jessie was the right guy for her. Two years into the relationship, and she still just...didn't know. Sure, the sex was good. (She felt the warm, just-been-fucked sensation between her thighs and her mind lingered on the events of the last hour or so. OK, the sex was very good.) Sure, he was handsome, in a 'doofy frat boy' sort of way. Sure, he was a nice guy--he'd never been anything other than sweet to her, had remembered Valentine's Day without being prompted, and even went out and bought tampons for her when she'd run out. Go ahead, she told the little voice in the back of her head. You know you want to say it. 'But...' But...he was shallow, not a great conversationalist, the last book he'd read outside of classes was 'Needful Things', he didn't understand anything about physics and didn't make a secret of it, he actually liked reality TV, and he only went to college because his dad had told him that if he didn't, he wouldn't leave him anything in the will. Mary hated to admit that she was an intellectual snob, but there it was. She just didn't know if she could be happy with Jessie. She wondered if he noticed that. Probably not, he was pretty clueless. Or maybe he noticed, and he also noticed that she didn't think he was capable of noticing. Was she hurting him? She didn't know how much she loved him, but she knew she cared enough not to want that... He knocked on the bathroom door. "Um...honey, can I come in?" They'd just moved in together, and neither one of them had lived with another person before. They were still feeling out the rules on 'personal space'. "Only, I wanted to use the shower, and..." Mary rubbed her eyes. It didn't look like she'd been crying at all. "Sure, I'm done in here." UNSPOOL. Jessie tweaked Mary's nipples, just a little, and was rewarded with a soft whimper as her breathing sped up. "That's it, honey, that's...ohhh..." He felt her pussy clench around his cock, so slick and tight, and it was getting harder and harder to think, his whole awareness was centering down onto the tip of his cock, but he fought it just a little longer, because he knew Mary hadn't come yet, he always knew when she was getting close, and she always sounded so sexy when she came, and he just kept pumping into her, rubbing her nipples, trying so hard to fight off his own orgasm, until he could make her come, he had to make her come, had to, had to... Mary let out a long, low moan, and Jessie totally lost it, his hips straining forward as his balls tightened, come spurting out of his cock as he grunted hard in pleasure. After a near-eternal moment of bliss, he pulled out of her and slid the rubber off. "Mmm," he said, giving her a kiss. "Love you." "Do you really?" The question caught Jessie totally off guard. "I...I mean, um, yeah. I...yes. I mean, what do you mean?" Mary sat up a little in bed, wriggling out from under him. "I mean, we've been going out for...six months now? I just...I guess I wanted to know if you think this is, you know...going anywhere." She stammered out, "Sorry, I, um...I didn't mean to, you know, make you feel uncomfortable or anything." "No, no! It's cool." He kissed her again, trying to make it seem natural, knowing that trying to make it seem natural probably made it seem really really forced. "I guess...I dunno, I mean, I'm not a big thinker--I usually leave the heavy stuff to Lars--but I really do like you, Mary, and not just, y'know..." he gestured at her naked body. "I like you as a person. I think you're smart, and funny, and I...I'm not very good with words, sorry. But I like you, and I think you're great, and I want to keep seeing you. For as long as you'll put up with me." She reached down between his legs, and began to stroke his cock. He was usually good for another go within a few minutes, and she knew it. "I think I can put up with you for a little bit longer, Jessie," she said, smiling wickedly. UNSPOOL. Mary darted up to the end of the line just in time to get the last seat. Sure, she would only have had to wait five minutes, but this was the fair! Five minutes was an eternity of standing and waiting when there was cotton candy to eat, carnival games to play, and most significantly for purposes of this example, roller-coasters to ride. She looked over at the boy she was sitting next to. He had blue eyes, sandy blond hair that curled tightly underneath a backwards baseball cap, and what Mary had to admit was an incredibly cute body. They both snapped the restraints down onto themselves, securing them into the seats (whoa. Déjà vu, for some reason), and the ride started. They'd been advertising the new roller-coaster all spring long, the tallest one in the state, and Mary felt the familiar tightness in her body as they started up that first big hill. It wasn't just anticipation, she knew that. It was more, it was always more, but she'd never been able to put the sensation into words. She just knew that she loved to ride them, loved the exhilarating feel of danger and excitement and just...aliveness! They started down the hill, and in the rush of wind that blew into her eyes as they swooped down, her knee pressed against the boy's knee. She felt a sudden tingle right between her thighs and realized something that she hadn't realized in the last decade of riding roller-coasters, in the first eighteen years of her suddenly-very-sheltered-seeming life for that matter. That tight, nervous feeling that felt like anticipation, only better? Oh, wow. That was arousal. With every dip, every swoop, every curve, she became more aware of it, and more aware of the guy next to her. He kept looking over at her when he thought she wasn't looking at him, and she thought that was cute, really cute; and she pressed her thighs together tightly, because somehow the whole whoosh and the rush and the swoops and the dives all made it seem even better. Didn't they say love was like a roller-coaster ride? Maybe falling in love on a roller-coaster made falling in love even better. It certainly made the roller-coaster ride better. He was feeling it too, she could tell. His hand just sort of found its way into hers, and his skin felt so warm against hers, it was perfect. When the ride ended, they practically dragged each other into the nearest quiet place they could find, a little alley between two of the rides, and she unzipped his fly, and he was already hard, and then she pulled her skirt up a little and slid her panties aside, and god, she'd never felt like this before, and he pulled a condom out of his wallet, and she was so glad he'd thought of that because this was all way too new and different to her to think about that, and then he just slipped it inside her, and oh, it felt so good, filling her up so much, he was so big, and he pushed her back against the wall, and she felt an electric surge of pleasure running through her whole body, and suddenly she wished she'd done this before, because oh, and oh, and oh, and ohhhhhhh... Mary let out a long, low moan, and she felt the boy's muscles go all rigid for a long moment. Then, slowly, sheepishly, he backed away, pulling the condom off of his dick. "Sorry," he said, his first words to her. "I mean, not sorry we did that, I liked it, but sorry I didn't, you know, ask." He put his cock back into his pants, and rezipped his fly. "No," Mary said, adjusting her panties back into position, "don't be. I mean, I don't want you to think--" She straightened her dress. "I mean, I don't just, you know, do that all the time. I mean, I actually never..." She blushed. "That was my first time. I'm a total science geek, I never went out on dates at all in high school, I..." She took a deep breath, let her flow of babble dry up. "It was really nice, though." The boy blushed. "It was nice for me too." He looked around. "Wanna have a soda?" "Sure." The two of them walked down the midway together, both of them feeling just a little bit tongue-tied. It seemed like such a crazy way to meet. Suddenly, another boy ran up to them. This one had dark hair that he kept combed back and slicked down, and big thick glasses that gave his blue eyes a perpetually surprised look. "Jessie!" he shouted. "Glad I found you in this crowd, I thought I was going to have to go back to the car to--" He stopped when he saw Mary. "Oh, um, hi," he said. He noticed that Jessie had his arm around her. "Hi," he said again, a little nervously. Jessie's Girl Jessie gestured to the other boy. "This is Lars," he said, "my best friend, certified genius, and the main reason I actually made it into college. Lars, this is..." His mouth suddenly stopped in mid-sentence, and his eyes widened with panic. "Mary," she said, grinning. "Pleased to meet you, Lars." She slipped her arm around Jessie's waist the same way his arm was around hers. "Pleased to meet you both." STOP. UNSPOOL TO THIS POINT. RETHREAD, AND... SPOOL. Mary darted up to the end of the line just in time to get the last seat. Sure, she would only have had to wait five minutes, but this was the fair! Five minutes was an eternity of standing and waiting when there was cotton candy to eat, carnival games to play, and most significantly for purposes of this example, roller-coasters to ride. She looked over at the boy she was sitting next to. He had blue eyes that looked huge until he took his glasses off and put them in his pocket for safekeeping, dark hair that he kept slicked back in a sort of cute-if-a-little-too-serious way, and what Mary had to admit was an cute body in a geeky sort of way (like she could talk). They both snapped the restraints down onto themselves, securing them into the seats (whoa. Déjà vu, for some reason), and the ride started. They'd been advertising the new roller-coaster all spring long, the tallest one in the state, and Mary felt the familiar tightness in her body as they started up that first big hill. It wasn't just anticipation, she knew that. It was more, it was always more, but she'd never been able to put the sensation into words. She just knew that she loved to ride them, loved the exhilarating feel of danger and excitement and just...aliveness! They started down the hill, and in the rush of wind that blew into her eyes as they swooped down, her knee pressed against the boy's knee. She felt a sudden tingle right between her thighs and realized something that she hadn't realized in the last decade of riding roller-coasters, in the first eighteen years of her suddenly-very-sheltered-seeming life for that matter. That tight, nervous feeling that felt like anticipation, only better? Oh, wow. That was arousal. With every dip, every swoop, every curve, she became more aware of it, and more aware of the guy next to her. He kept looking over at her when he thought she wasn't looking at him, and she thought that was cute, really cute; and she pressed her thighs together tightly, because somehow the whole whoosh and the rush and the swoops and the dives all made it seem even better. Didn't they say love was like a roller-coaster ride? Maybe falling in love on a roller-coaster made falling in love even better. It certainly made the roller-coaster ride better. He was feeling it too, she could tell. His hand just sort of found its way into hers, and his skin felt so warm against hers, it was perfect. When the ride ended, they practically dragged each other into the nearest quiet place they could find, a little alley between two of the rides, and she unzipped his fly, and he was already hard, and then she pulled her skirt up a little and slid her panties aside, and god, she'd never felt like this before, and he pulled a condom out of his wallet, and she was so glad he'd thought of that because this was all way too new and different to her to think about that, and then he just slipped it inside her, and oh, it felt so good, filling her up so much, he wasn't very big, but he somehow seemed to know all the right ways to touch her inside, and he pushed her back against the wall, and she felt an electric surge of pleasure running through her whole body, and suddenly she wished she'd done this before, because oh, and oh, and oh, and ohhhhhhh... Mary let out a long, low moan, and she felt the boy's muscles go all rigid for a long moment. Then, slowly, sheepishly, he backed away, pulling the condom off of his dick. "Hi," he said, his first words to her. "I don't usually, um, introduce myself like that, but...wow, you're gorgeous." He put his cock back into his pants, and rezipped his fly. "Oh," Mary said, adjusting her panties back into position, "I, um, thanks.. I mean, I don't want you to think--" She straightened her dress. "I mean, I don't just, you know, do that all the time. I mean, I actually never..." She blushed. "That was my first time. I'm a total science geek, I never went out on dates at all in high school, I..." She took a deep breath, let her flow of babble dry up. "It was really nice, though." The boy blushed. "It was nice for me too." He looked around. "Wanna have a soda?" "Sure." The two of them walked down the midway together, both of them feeling just a little bit tongue-tied. It seemed like such a crazy way to meet. Suddenly, another boy ran up to them. This one had blue eyes as well, and sandy blond hair that curled underneath a baseball cap in a way that made him look like a doofy frat boy. "Lars!" he shouted. "Glad I found you in this crowd, I thought I was going to have to go back to the car to--" He stopped when he saw Mary. "Oh, um, hi," he said. He noticed that Lars had his arm around her. "Hi," he said again, a little nervously. Lars gestured to the other boy. "This is Jessie," he said, "my best friend, my white knight, and the main reason I actually survived long enough to get to college. Jessie, this is..." His mouth suddenly stopped in mid-sentence, and his eyes widened with panic. "Mary," she said, grinning. "Pleased to meet you, Jessie." She slipped her arm around Lars' waist the same way his arm was around hers. "Pleased to meet you both." SPOOL. Mary gasped again, feeling her pussy twitching around Lars' cock as another orgasm hit. She didn't know how he seemed to know every erogenous zone she had, but she certainly wasn't complaining...six months into the relationship, and she felt like she'd made up for all the years of post-pubescent innocence. She felt him spasm inside her, and she smiled in anticipation. It might take him a while to build back up, but he certainly knew how to pass the time. She felt his fingers on her nipples, tweaking and pinching them, and she sighed softly. "I love you," she said, curling up into his back. "Happy six-month anniversary," he said into her ear. SPOOL. Mary curled up against Lars, feeling the gentle afterglow and the warm, just-been-fucked sensation between her thighs. "So where were we?" she asked. "You were talking about confinement theory," he said, snuggling up to her. "Right," she said. "So the idea is that the reason you don't see free quarks is because the strong force keeps them from separating. Frank Wilczek theorized that the further apart they get, the more the strong force acts on them, and the closer they get, the less the strong force acts on them. And he'd proposed this back in 1973, but it wasn't confirmed for a long while, which is why he didn't win the Nobel for it until just this year. But even back in '73, nobody could find any evidence of free quarks, and--" She stopped. "Sorry, I know I'm going all geeky on you." "It's OK," he said, kissing her on the back of the neck. "Sure, my field is robotics, but I'm interested in lots of other disciplines. Besides," he said, and she could actually hear the grin in his voice, "you're so sexy when you're geeky." SPOOL. "Finnegan's Wake!" Mary shouted in triumph. Jessie rolled his eyes. "I don't believe it!" he said. "You spotted us four wedges, and you still kicked our butts!" He turned to his girlfriend (Mary could never remember their names, and it seemed like Jessie never could either. He was nice to them, and all, but Jessie never had been big on 'commitment'.) "Can you believe this? My friends, the super-geniuses." Lars took a sip of wine. "I'm just a regular genius. Mary's the super-genius." She kissed him. "You're just being modest." SPOOL. "I think he's going to ask me to marry him, Jessie!" Mary squealed out, barely able to contain her excitement. "Really? Marriage? I mean, I know you guys have been living together for a while now, but I mean...wow, that's a big step. You sure?" "Pretty sure. I mean, we talked it over, and we agreed that we wanted to wait until we both had our PhDs, but now that we've both finished our dissertations...oh, he's been trying to hide it, but I saw the look in his eye when we passed that jewelry store, and..." She hugged herself in happiness. "I just feel like I'm going to pop, I'm so excited!" Jessie nodded, clearly not quite understanding her enthusiasm for matrimony, but glad to see a friend happy nonetheless. "That's great, Mary. I mean, you know you're always going to be Lars' Girlfriend to me, but you know I think you're cool, and I'm happy for you. Not just because it's going to make Lars happy, either. Because I really think you're cool." Mary smiled. Jessie never really had a way with words. "Thanks," she said, giving him a hug. SPOOL. "That's awesome," Jessie said, as Mary showed him the ring. "Guess you were right, huh, Mary?" "Right about what?" Lars said, trying to keep his face composed in an expression of innocent surprise. "Did I not manage to keep my sinister plans a secret from you?" "You're good at a lot of things," Mary said, planting a wet kiss on Lars' lips, "but keeping secrets isn't one of them." "Oh, you say that now," Lars said, "but wait until I show you guys my doctoral project!" Mary gasped. "You're actually going to let us in on what you've been doing for your PhD?" "Tomorrow, I promise." SPOOL. Mary sighed happily as Lars' tongue gently flicked at her clit. If anything, the years of their relationship had only made him better at finding her pleasure buttons. "Whoa, slow down," she said, her voice unsteady, "I...ohhh...I dunno how much more of this I can take." He looked up at her, and it was so sexy the way his eyes were framed by the valley of her thighs. "Special occasion, love," he said. "Celebrating our engagement," he gave her a tiny little kitty lick, "and the big unveiling tomorrow..." he placed just the very tip of his tongue on the very tip of her clit, just for a moment, and she whimpered, "it's a big night. And I want it to be the best night of your life." His fingers brushed her labia, and Mary just melted. "okay," she said in a tiny voice, as she let the pleasure overflow again. SPOOL. "Here it is, guys," Lars said, gesturing proudly, "my lab." "Awesome, dude!" Jessie said. "Like something out of a comic book! Where'd you get all the robots? Where'd you get all the money? This is freaking amazing, my man!" "I made all the robots, and actually, I made all the money, too. I've got a couple of patents, some stuff I sold to IBM while I was working on my Bachelor's degree. You asked why we never seemed to worry about money, honey, well...that's why." Mary was just gaping. "And you call me a super-genius. This is unbelievable, love! The humanoid robots alone, that's PhD material right there! And you say that's not your project?" "Nope." He pointed to two reclining couches. "This is. It's a Memory Recorder and Transcriber. It actually reads your memories, and stores them as data. That's actually why I brought you here today. One, I'd like to try it on someone other than me, and two..." His voice got a little rough. "The last few days have been just so wonderful. I want to make sure they're preserved perfectly." Mary felt her eyes welling up with tears. "How can I say no?" she said, hopping onto one of the couches. Jessie hopped onto the couch next to her. He looked at the straps and buckles. "Restraints? This isn't going to be anything kinky, is it? Because you know I don't swing that way, mon ami, that was why I broke up with Charlene. Boy-girl-girl. That's my rule." Lars laughed. "No, nothing kinky. It's just that you need to keep perfectly still for the recorder to get a good imprint of your brain, is all. They're just to keep you immobile while it records." He strapped them both in, and gave Mary a kiss. "Um...you're not going to show all our memories to the professors, are you? Because I want you to get your PhD, and all, but..." "Don't worry, honey," he said, as a spherical robot hovered over to him. "I'll be showing a few of them," he leaned in close and lowered his voice, "but the fun ones will be just for you and I to watch." SPOOL...AND LOCK. Jessie sat up from the couch, stretching a little. "I think I have a crick in my neck," he said. "That took longer than I thought it would, bro." "Yeah, sorry about that," Lars said, unbuckling Mary. "At least you had me to keep you company, though. When I was testing this, it was just me and the robots." Mary swung herself up into a sitting position. "Just think," she said. "All our memories, perfectly preserved in your computer. Better than pictures, or videos...it's all right there, the past, exactly as we remember it." She kissed Lars again. "Magnificent, my super-genius." Lars blushed. Jessie came over and clapped him on the back. "And now, my friend, it is bachelor party planning time! I see Hooters for the initial eating session, and..." Lars gave a little eye-roll to Mary as Jessie went on, and she responded with a helpless little shrug. What was there to say? He was the same old Jessie she remembered. THE END