10 comments/ 58438 views/ 23 favorites Run Ch. 01 By: Evil Alpaca This story is a bit wordy and fairly long, so if you are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to look elsewhere. It contains heterosexual and lesbian sexual activity. --------------- ----------------- The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead (or just confused) is entirely coincidental. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or in total, without the author's permission. This story takes place in the entirely fictional city of Springfield, California, so don't go looking for it on a map. And in my little fictional world, there are no unwanted pregnancies or STD's, except as plot driving devices. The author encourages the practice of safe-sex. --------- ------------- Keith Brooks was in no small amount of pain and discomfort as he sat in Mr. Primley's office. Mr. Primley was the principal of Springfield High School, and was by all accounts a decent enough fellow, but he looked about as furious as his pasty face would allow. Keith was the blonde-haired, blue-eyed American dream. He was a handsome, eighteen year old boy and was going to have one last great summer playing baseball and hopefully bringing the school its first state championship in ten years. Assuming his arm healed in time. It was Keith's injured arm that had brought him and one other student to the principal's office. The other student was Pat Baker. Pat was, in fact, a girl. In every school, you had to have one Keith and one Pat. Keith was the one everyone wanted to be like. Pat was the freak that everyone crossed the street to avoid. It wasn't that Pat was repulsive by any stretch of the imagination. She had short, spiky black hair on top of a darkly beautiful face. Her skin was pale, her eyes and indecipherable mix of gray and green adorned with annoying perfect natural lashes, her cheekbones were high and her lips seemed deliciously full. But her face also appeared to be made of stone. No one had ever seen her smile. Pat was known for her almost hermit-like nature. She interacted with no one. She spoke only when required by her teachers. She wore the exact same clothes every day (smartly pressed olive-green slacks and a black tee shirt) and ate the exact same thing every day. This was confirmed by the geeks from the computer club that spied on anything more peculiar than them. There were no first hand accounts of her eating habits. She never had lunch with other people. Keith was a nice guy. But he was also a teenaged boy, and teenage boys do incredibly stupid and asinine things when faced with three simple but dangerous words: "I dare you . . ." A number of leaders in the school's social hierarchy had been chatting during lunch about the endless plethora of trivial items that dominated the thought processes of the hormonally challenged. One such topic of conversation is why the school weridos were . . . well, weird. They had already gone over the goths, the computer club members, the hippies and the white kids who thought they were gangster rappers (despite driving Volkswagen Beetles) before the conversation stopped on topic-zero . . . Ms. Pat Baker. "She is such a freak. I mean, she HAS to be a dyke," one of the school council members had said. "I heard her dad was in prison," said someone else. "I wouldn't be surprised at ALL. She's only here this year because she got held back from missing a bunch of classes." "I'll bet she worships Satan." And the conversation had carried on for a while after that, particularly in regards to assumptions of the girl's sexual orientation. "I bet she's straight," another girl had said. "I mean I've never seen her checking out any of the girls in gym." "What's her bod like?" one of the football players had asked. "Hard as a rock," a jealous sounding girl had replied. "I mean seriously, does the girl do anything BUT work out?" Pat had been known to spend her free period in the school's weight room rather than going off campus or anything. It wasn't like she needed to study. When she showed up to class, she got top marks. And in her math classes, she was scary-smart. She was taking the most advanced classes the school offered in mathematics and was finishing the homework before class was even over. "We NEED to find out if she's a great big lesbo or just a freak," the first girl proclaimed. "Someone has GOT to hit on her." The question then became, who would it be? All eyes had fallen on Keith. He had no girlfriend at that time, and it was just assumed that no girl could resist his charm. When getting fed THAT kind of support, it was hard to resist the will of the mob. It was a simple plan. Approach her, talk to her, and ask her out. Use all the charm he needed. He wasn't expected to actually go out with her if she said yes. Even though Keith had agreed, he had a horrible feeling of guilt in his stomach even as he had approached Pat in the hall after school as she was making her daily dash off campus. For some reason, she always seemed to be in a hurry as soon as the bell rang. She had never done anything to him, and she really didn't deserve to be humiliated. But the mob had spoken. "Hey," he said, dropping in stride beside her. She kept walking, showing no recognition of his presence. "You're Pat, right?" She had kept going. Keith had gotten a little annoyed. He forgot that he was just part of a scheme to mess with the girl. She was being rude! He got in front of her, moving left or right as she tried to get around. Finally she met his eyes, and her stare was as cold as the other side of the pillow. "Get out of my way," she said crisply. "I have to go." "I just want to talk," he had said, flashing his best smile. "Get a psychiatrist," she had shot back, moving to once again get around him and once again getting blocked. "Ouch! Good one!" He had been simmering inwardly. He hadn't done anything that deserved that treatment. Yet. "Hey, I was just wondering if you'd like to . . ." He had gotten cut off as she did a nifty spin move and squeaked past him. That was when he had lost his cool for just a moment and had made his mistake. He had reached out and grabbed her arm. Keith had found himself with his face smashed against one of the school lockers, her arm twisted behind him. He was in a lot of pain. His face was hurting and his shoulder and elbow were both throbbing. "Don't you EVER lay a hand on me," she had whispered, her voice filled with almost brutal tension. "Ever!" She released him and walked out the door. Several of his cronies helped him out, but the damage had been done, both to his arm and his pride. He had just been slapped around by a girl. The next day, he and Pat had both been called into Mr. Primely's office during first period. The entire incident had been witnessed, everyone had pointed the finger at Pat as the person to blame, and now the starting pitcher for the school's baseball team had his arm in a sling, his shoulder hurting from having almost been popped out of the socket and his elbow bruised. The doctor's told him he'd be fine for the rest of the season, but it had given the team and student body a good scare. The rumors were flying even as this meeting was taking place. "I will not tolerate this kind of behavior at this school," Mr. Primely said firmly. He kept glancing at Pat, whose eyes were trained on the floor. "Look at me, Ms. Baker. What do you have to say for yourself?" Her eyes snapped up, but she didn't look angry at the principal. She opened her mouth. "I was attempting to leave the premises at 15:30 hours. Mr. Brooks placed himself between me and the door and blocked passage. I got around him and he grabbed my wrist, in direct violation of school policy on appropriate physical contact. Sir." Keith just stared at her. She was acting like this was a trial. "She completely overreacted," he said, looking back at the principal. "I was just trying to talk to her and . . ." "He initiated physical contact that was obviously unwelcome. I was defending myself," Pat interrupted. Mr. Primely took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. He loved being a principal most of the time, but this was obviously going to be a touchy issue. "Mr. Brooks, is what she said true?" "I was just trying to . . ." "I'll repeat the question just one more time. Mr. Brooks, did you grab Ms. Baker's wrist?" Keith's face had turned red, partially from anger and partially from embarrassment. He hadn't thought of his action as being interpreted as threatening. "Yes sir." Mr. Primely sighed. He looked back at Pat. "Very well. Ms. Baker, since Mr. Brooks initiated the conflict by his own admittance, I will not suspend you. But regardless of his involvement, I feel your response was not proportional to the offense. He wanted to talk to you and grabbed your wrist. While inappropriate, it did NOT warrant the assault on his person. You didn't attempt to warn him off or even just break free. You went straight to trying to break his arm." "No sir." "No sir?" "I wasn't trying to break his arm." "Really?" "Sir, if the goal was to break his arm, then the arm would be broken." Pat had said that with such unassuming conviction that it made both of the men in the room a little nervous. 'What kind of psychopath am I dealing with?' Keith thought. "It was an extreme reaction, and you know it," Mr. Primely said, taking back control of the conversation. "I want you to stay after school and see a school psychiatrist." "No sir." Mr. Primely sighed. "This had better be good." "I have a prior engagement following school hours that cannot be postponed and I cannot be late for." "Such as?" "It is personal business sir. Seeing as I was acting in self-defense, I don't see why . . ." "Alright, Ms. Baker. You have a free third period?" "Yes sir." "Very well. You'll see the psychiatrist then." "But sir . . ." "It's either then or after school, Ms. Baker." She fixed her eyes on the ground. "Very well, Mr. Primely. Third period." He looked over at Keith. "Mr. Brooks, I expect you to behave yourself with a little more sensitivity and decorum. You are to stay away from Ms. Baker, and it might be good for you to meet with a counselor regarding appropriate on-campus behavior." He sighed again. He'd probably have to have another pamphlet sent out about "appropriate touching." "Okay, both of you get out of my office." ---------- ------------------ A little while later . . . ---------- ------------------ "You're kidding?!" Keith's best friend Gail said. Gail pretty much was the person Keith turned to when he wanted a sympathetic ear. The two of them had been friends since pre-school and while they had never actually dated, they had always been close. Gail was captain of the girls' softball team and was Keith's counterpart in a number of ways. Long blonde hair pulled back in a braid, a nicely curved figure, hazel eyes . . . A lot of people were confused why they weren't boyfriend and girlfriend. The two had actually joked about it, but they had gone too far being best friends to possibly ruin it by dating. And they were both happy with that decision. "Nope," he said. "But realistically, he was right," Keith grumbled. "I shouldn't have laid a hand on her." "Dude, you were just trying to . . . ooh!" Gail was now incensed. Nobody messed with her buddy without raising her ire. Of course, like Keith, she had no prior issues with Pat. She was just sticking up for her friend. "I was being a prick," he said, a little sheepish. Gail hadn't been there for the discussion the previous day. "We were just trying to figure out if she was straight or . . ." "You didn't?! You bitch!" Gail was NOT on his side anymore. Gail had just enough of a feminist streak to be incredibly perturbed by such behavior. "Okay, it was a shitty thing to do. But I didn't do anything that deserved this!" he complained, glancing meaningfully at his injured arm. "Honest!" "You are SO going to hell," Gail mumbled, unable to be genuinely mad at the dope. She knew he was a good guy at heart. "I wonder what she was in such a hurry for, anyway," Keith said. "Supposedly, she has something that's all important and stuff that she needs to get to right after school everyday." "Maybe it's important. Maybe she's got some kind of medical condition and she needs to get to the doctor?" "Every day?" Keith suppressed a smile. Gail was now curious and once that girl got a thought stuck in her pretty head, she wouldn't be able to shake it. He had, inadvertently, gotten her involved. "Maybe," Gail replied, chewing on her bottom lip absently as she stared at her ham and cheese sandwich. "Maybe not." ------------- ------------ That afternoon . . . ------------- ------------ Gail was hurrying out to her car, trying to keep an eye on where Ms. Pat Baker had gone. The strange girl was moving down the street as a fast pace and showed no signs of turning, so Gail figured she had time to catch up. "Damn Keith. He did this on purpose," she muttered. Gail was the type who had abandoned teen drama television shows so she could watch all the investigative programming. She wanted to join the FBI or Homeland Security when she got out of college, just so she could track people down. She just considered excursions like this to be practice. "Hey sweetie," she heard whispered in her ear. Gail jumped, but quickly regained her composure. It was just Todd . . . boyfriend of boyfriends. She gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "Sorry hon. Gotta go." Todd looked at her and cocked his head. "Where ya goin'? I thought we were going to hit the mall this afternoon." "Maybe later. I've got to . . ." Gail stopped. Todd knew how curious she was and probably would rag on her about this. Not that he always minded her inquisitive nature. He had been the beneficiary of her curiosity about sex. As soon as they had turned eighteen, Gail had shown a very healthy appetite for sexual exploration. "Got to what?" Todd said, squinting through his eyes. She was up to something. "Gail, what are you doing now?" "Uhm . . . stalking someone?" "Stalking someone? Who? Why? Never mind 'why.' Who?" "Err . . . Pat Baker." Todd rolled his eyes. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what this was about. "Let me guess . . . Keith put you up to this?" "No . . . not really . . . sort of . . . maybe . . . I don't really know. But she apparently goes somewhere right after school every day and I have to figure out where!" Gail practically whined. "Now get in the car or get out of the way." Todd grimaced as he got into the passenger side of her PT Cruiser. He was a bit of a car snob, and wasn't fond of this particular model. He was just going along to make sure Gail didn't get herself into trouble. Again. "This had better not turn out to be another wild goose chase." "What?! I never . . ." "Remember when you followed Mrs. Thompson around for a week because you thought she was a vampire?" "You have to admit that she has an unnatural interest in blood." "She's a Red Cross volunteer! She used to be a nurse!" Gail blushed. "Shut up and buckle in." Gail peeled out of the parking lot and made it to the street. Down a ways, she saw Pat climbing into a bus. It wasn't a school bus, but rather was part of the city's public transit system. "Cool. A bus. I can tail that." Todd rolled his eyes. "You are such a freak." "You weren't complaining last night," she shot back, smiling now. They had gone out for pizza and she had gotten some sausage in more ways than one. Despite her good-girl nature and image, Gail was a bit of a horn-dog. Once she'd found out how good sex could be, she'd gotten on the pill and took Todd for a spin every chance she got. He really was an excellent boyfriend. He wasn't jealous of her relationship with Keith because he realized how committed they were to being friends. He put up with her peculiarities with relative ease, and was really laid back. And he was hot. He had the whole "bad boy" look going on, with the long blonde hippie hair, the torn denim and the leather jacket. He never denied some of the rumors about him . . . that he was a troublemaker. In actuality, he came from an upper-middle class family in the suburbs. His father was a dentist. He knew a lot about cars. And he had these lips that Gail just loved kissed. But more importantly, he had a cock she loved sucking. Everyone thought that he was a rebel when in fact he was just a sexy intellectual. "And I never will," he replied at last. He was holding on for dear life. Gail drove like a psychopath . . . one with little respect for societal norms such as using turn signals or staying in the lane or, periodically, staying in the street. She had caught up to the bus and so she slowed down. Todd was gripping the "oh shit" handle and trying to remember how to pray. "Why are we doing this again?" he muttered. "We're finding out why a total stranger leaves school in a hurry every day without telling people she has no contact with. What part do you find confusing?" "The parts between the beginning and the end of that sentence." "Quiet you." 'She asks me a question, and then tells me to shut up,' Todd thought. 'Why do I put up with this?' Almost absently, Gail let go of the stick shift and patted him on the leg, squeezed he crotch gently and then went back to driving. 'Oh yeah,' Todd added. The two conspirators followed the bus until they saw that Pat had gotten off and was waiting at the stop for a connecting bus. Gail pulled into a nearby parking lot where she could observe. Pat had pulled a textbook out of her pack and had sat down as she began to read. "Looks like she may be here for a bit," Gail muttered. She was disappointed for a moment until she realized that this constituted surveillance. 'Excellent,' she thought. She looked over at her ever so cute boyfriend. They were alone. She had tinted windows. She was excited. She reached out and grabbed his crotch. "Unzip," she said as sexily as she could. "You've got to be kidding?!" he replied. "Gail, we're in the middle of . . ." "Un-zip," she reiterated, a little more forcefully. She was rubbing his hardening member through his pants. She was horny and he was available. She didn't quite see what the hold up was. "Gail!" "UNZIP!" she growled, squeezing a little harder. "Okay, okay!" Todd unzipped his jeans and pushed them and his boxers down. As soon as his hard dick made a full appearance, Gail leaned over and sucked the head into her mouth. "Why do I argue?" Todd moaned as his girlfriend proceeded to wet his member from crown to root. "I don't know," she said briefly. "I always win," she added, then started sucking on the crown again. She REALLY loved giving head. Gail didn't understand why some girls spoke of it in hushed voices as if there was something wrong with it. She felt powerful when she was doing it. She could make Todd do just about anything she wanted to when his cock was between her lips. The sloppy sounds of Gail's blowjob reverberated through the car's interior. His member felt so hot in her mouth. She liked how the spongy area underneath contracted as the rod slid down her throat. He was close to eight inches at full mast, and she was trying to get good enough to deep-throat the whole thing. She tried and it made her gag, causing some spittle to leak out of her mouth. She didn't realize it, but the sight and feel turned Todd on more than anyone could guess. Todd wished he could return the favor, but their relative positions made it impossible for him to do much more than enjoy her attentions. Her mouth was a vacuum on overdrive, threatening to suck his entire being in. One hand had forced its way between his legs to fondle his nutsack, and her other hand was under the waist band of her skirt, fingering herself. Run Ch. 01 Gail check to make sure that Pat was still on the bench, then went back to her oral attentions. She wrapped her index finger around his shaft until it made contact with her thumb, then she started jerking him off while sucking on the head and humming. Sometimes, she would lash her tongue at that tiny slit, but mostly she just kept the pressure up. Then she decided to up the stakes. "Fuck me," she said, turning away from him and pulling up her skirt. "Now!" Todd turned his body slightly and scooted closer to her. He wasn't going to argue anything at this point. He pushed her bikini-style panties to the side and slowly pushed his cock into her snug pussy. Her velvety vice clung to his shaft, and he took a moment to savor being completely embedded inside her. "That feels so fucking good," Gail moaned, clenching her internal muscles voluntarily. "Do me. Hurry," she practically whined. He wasn't able to get as much thrust as he would have liked, but he was able to get his hips going. She helped by pushing back, and the car actually began to rock slightly. Todd ran his hands up her back, unfastening her bra so he could fondle her warm, soft tits. He loved playing with her breasts, tweaking her nipples as he drilled her. Gail was full of hard man-meat, and she couldn't think of anything better. Her labia were pressed outward as he thrust in, trying vainly to capture the welcome intruder. She was rubbing her clit madly, wanting to cum soon. In and out . . . in and out . . . she felt every stroke, relishing it when it was inside and mourning its loss when it pulled out. She even liked the feel of her boyfriend's anxious hands on her tits. Gail simply loved having sex. "That's it baby," she cooed. "Make me cum and this weekend, we may try that little thing you've been interested in." Todd's hips went into high-gear. He had jokingly once suggested sticking his dick in her ass, and she had told him, "Only if you let me tie you up." It had turned out that neither of them were kidding. Gail was interested in asserting her dominance a bit (which surprisingly didn't bother Todd) and he REALLY wanted to butt-fuck her. If she was even toying with the idea of letting both happen, Todd wasn't going to pass up the opportunity. He squeezed Gail's nipples a little harder as he slammed his cock into her. Her breathing was incredibly rapid, and she was sweating all over her fabric interior. Her clit was throbbing as well. Soon, she felt her pussy tightening up. "Good boy!" she cried as she gripped his meat with her vaginal muscles, her own cum flowing down his shaft. Her body shuddered several times before she was able to relax enough for him to pull out. "You know what I want now?" she asked, turning back towards him. Todd smiled and leaned back as she took as much of his cock into her mouth as she could manage and started giving head for all she was worth. "Hurry," he said urgently. "She . . . Pat is . . . another bus." Gail wanted to continue the chase, but she wasn't going anywhere until she had gotten her candy treat. She knew one thing that might help. She stuck a finger in Todd's sphincter and probed, touching his prostate. Todd had been close already, and Gail's "shortcut" was more than he could stand. He moaned something about cumming and then shot a quart of sticky stuff into Gail's mouth. And Gail didn't let any of it go. She swallowed as much as she could, then sat up with some still in her mouth. She revved up her engine, turned back to Todd and after making eye contact, kissed him. She snowballed some of his cum into his mouth, glad that he showed little resistance. He was almost as curious about things sexual in nature as she was. "What are we waiting for?" he asked with a grin, tucking himself back into his pants. She smiled back. She had him hooked. She pulled the car onto the street and started to follow the new bus. Several minutes later, the bus stopped in front of another school. Gail pulled into the far corner of the parking lot and noticed that Pat had gotten off and run onto the track field besides the school. That was when Gail noticed the "Special Olympics" sign hanging on the chain-link fence. "What the . . ." She was a bit confused. She got out of her car and moseyed up to the fence. There was a track field that was populated with a variety of people. Obviously there were the athletes. Gail felt that moment of awkward guilt. 'Do I call them "handicapped"? "Handicapable?"' No matter how politically correct she tried to be, the word "retarded" popped into her head, however briefly. She quickly quelled the use of that word, but still felt a little tainted from having thought it. Gail scanned the field. There were athletes performing in most of the standard track and field type of sports. After a few moments, she spotted Pat. The focus of Gail's curiosity had put a "Volunteer" shirt on over her traditional tee-shirt. She had a stop-watch in her hand and was standing near the finish line of the race-track. Gail noticed that Todd had found his way to her side again. "Who would've thunk," he muttered. At one point, she turned to watch a group of runners . . . and she was smiling. "Look at that," Gail said. She had noticed those teeth too. Pat had an amazing smile! Pearly-white, perfect teeth, and they made her whole face shine. The normally harsh face was so much softer, bordering on angelic. No one at school had ever seen her smile . . . not even a smirk. "Can I help you?" came a voice behind them. Gail was startled, but noticed the voice came from a middle-aged man with thinning hair, a pot belly and a cheerful looking face. "We were just seeing what was going on. How often are the Special Olympics held?" "Every four years, but we have programs going year round to encourage the participants. Keeping active is imperative to their physical and psychological well-being," the man added, smiling slightly. He loved what he did. "My name is George Keibler. I'm the chief organizer for the Springfield chapter." Gail shook his hand. "Hey, are you looking for volunteers?" Todd's eyes shot open. 'What is she doing?!' he thought. Mr. Keibler looked pleased. "Always. We're not exactly hurting right now, but every little bit helps. Even just showing up, handing out Gatorade and showing your support would mean the world to these guys." Gail was smiling a bit herself. They all looked like they were having such a great time. Mr. Keibler stood on one side of her while Todd stood on the other. "You an athlete?" "Yeah. I play softball." She looked over at Pat again, then let her eyes follow the runners. "We don't actually have a softball or baseball team, but the competitors would probably love to learn to play." "They're enthusiastic," she replied. It might be kind of fun, now that she thought about it. "This is their time to shine." "Are they all nice like in the commercials, or do they get competitive?" "Mostly nice. They're people, just like everyone else. Maybe they're a little more appreciative of things like this . . . the ability to just go out and compete. Some of them are brats about it, but most aren't. I'm sorry, but I didn't get your name." "Gail. And this is my boyfriend Todd." Todd raised his hand in greeting, unsure as to whether or not he wanted to be pulled into this conversation. Gail felt her gaze drawn back to the field. The race was over and one of the runners barreled over to Pat. The stone-faced girl was still smiling when she hugged the youngish man, who was hopping up and down and was obviously enormously pleased about something. George noticed her staring and grinned ear to ear. "That's Pat, one of our more dedicated volunteers. And that's her brother Buddy." 'Ah ha!' Gail thought. Then she realized that the girl was more interesting than ever now. 'Damn curiosity!' "Buddy?" she asked out loud. "I think his real name is Michael, but everyone calls him Buddy. They moved here from Korea about three years ago . . . father used to be an army man I think. Anyway, Buddy just loves the track and his sister supports the heck out of him." Mr. Keibler remembered what an odd pairing the siblings were, particularly as introverted as Pat had been. But she had grown to love helping out as much as he did. He had a great amount of respect for the girl, particularly since she had to deal with her parents on top of her other responsibilities. But that wasn't something these kids needed to hear about. "Cool. Hey, I think I can start next week, or maybe some on the weekend. Would that be okay? I just need to rework my schedule a bit." "That would be fine. Actually, we're taking a bunch of the athletes to the movies on Saturday . . . kind of a reward for them. One of the local theatres reserves a screen just for us once a month." Mr. Keibler paused. "We . . . I mean the coaches and staff . . . get in free, but we still have to pay for concessions for ourselves and everyone else." "I think I could chip in," Gail assured him. "Uhm, I'm not sure how to ask this and I'm not meaning to be rude or anything, but . . . uhm . . . what do we call them? Handicapped? Just 'athletes,' or . . ." Mr. Keibler raised his hand to silence her. He was still smiling. It was a reasonable question, and one he heard a lot. "Around here, we call them athletes. Otherwise, we just use their names." "I can handle that," Gail said. She shook the man's hand again, then she and Todd headed back to the car. "What are you thinking?!" Todd said when the doors closed. "You think she won't recognize you? You're going to volunteer JUST to find out more about this girl you have NO business investigating anyway?" Gail pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes. "No. I mean yes, I want to find out more about her but . . . it seems like such a noble cause. I mean you've seen my games, or the football games or whatever. People trying to hurt each other or yelling at each other or . . . I mean there's so much tension. You saw those guys. They just loved doing it. Like we all used to when we were too young to take ourselves seriously." Todd was a little taken aback, though he probably shouldn't have been. Gail's mind was like a runaway train that tended to derail periodically. "I suppose this means that I'll be expected to help?" "No," Gail said. "Only if you want nookie." "When were we supposed to meet him on Saturday?" ---------- --------------- The next day . . . ---------- --------------- Pat sat in the school psychiatrist's office. Ms. Martin was just staring at her. It didn't really bother Pat. People started at her all the time. And she was extraordinarily patient. She would simply meditate with her eyes open until the end of her appointment. "That's not going to work with me," Carolyn Martin said after observing her young patient. "You get to keep coming to these sessions until I give you the okay, and I'm not going to give you the okay until you start talking." Pat's expression didn't change. "Very well," she said carefully. "What did you wish to discuss?" Carolyn smiled. This girl was going to be a challenge. She was intelligent and uncannily wise. She had pulled a lot about her from her file. Carolyn knew a lot about the girl, but Pat didn't know anything about Ms. Martin. That gave Carolyn an advantage in the upcoming "sparring." "So, why did you beat the boy up?" she asked. "I didn't." "You twisted his arm and injured his shoulder." "That hardly constitutes 'beating him up,' and I was defending myself." Carolyn looked at her for a moment. "You don't seem like the kind of person who would lose control, but you basically threaten to break someone's arm simply for touching you? Were you trying to make a statement?" "Maybe. I don't want him thinking it's acceptable to put his hands . . ." "He grabbed your arm trying to get your attention. You must bump into people all the time. What made this situation different?" "He . . . nothing," Pat said. She cursed herself. She had slipped. "He what?" Carolyn waited, but it was obvious that no answer was forthcoming. She needed to win the girl over. "Pat, I'm going to remind you of something. Nothing you say here is going to be heard by anyone but me. If you're half as strong as you think you are or that I think you are, you'll work with me." "What? It was once incident, and . . ." "You're right. Your records are squeaky clean. You've had no other encounters with other students. At all." "So now I'm on trial for NOT interacting with the other kids?" Pat was trying to figure out where this woman was going. Carolyn was secretly pleased. It may have been a defensive reaction, but at least she had gotten a reaction. "You're not on trial. I'm just wondering why a very intelligent and healthy young woman has no interest in talking to anyone when all her peers can't stop talking. And I'm wondering why you reacted to this one incident so . . . heatedly." Pat closed her eyes for a moment and found her center. She wasn't going to let this woman win . . . whatever it was she was trying to win at. "As I said, he grabbed me and I defended myself." "And you also started to say why his touching your arm was different than every other time a kid bumps into you. And I think I'm going to want an answer to that." Pat wondered if it might be better just to cooperate. Then she looked up at the clock. "I think it's time for me to go back to class," she said. She felt oddly disappointed. "Very well," Carolyn said. "I'll see you tomorrow." Pat swiftly got up. She was at the door when, inexplicably, she turned around. "It was different because . . . because no one else ever talked to me first." Then she walked out the door. Carolyn Martin leaned back in her chair. "You're an interesting girl, Ms. Baker," she said to the empty room. "I'm looking forward to getting to know you." ------------ ------ At lunch . . . ------------ ------ "You did NOT!" Keith whispered in a single exasperated breath as he and Gail stood in line at the cafeteria. "Gail, you shouldn't . . ." "I shouldn't, but I am, "Gail replied, grumbling a bit. "When she sees you, she'll probably blame me and then I'll be in a whole world of shit when the principal finds out!" "I doubt she even pays enough attention to anyone else to notice that we hang out together," Gail replied defensively. But she didn't even really believe what she was saying. "Don't worry. I'll make sure you don't get in any trouble." "I don't think you can stop a young man from gettin' himself in trouble," came a voice from across the glass. "Hey Lola!" Gail said cheerfully. Lola was the coolest lunch lady ever, and probably one of the cutest. Gail guessed the woman was in her mid twenties, but she had a sense about her . . . like she had aged a lot in a relatively young life. She was a Hispanic lovely with a hard vibe that matched her hard body. She was lean, with skin that held a myriad of tattoos. "What?" Keith said, acting indignant. "Not all guys are trouble makers!" "You're right," Lola replied with a smirk. "Some of them are gay." "Well, I never," Keith shot back with a grin, utilizing his best "flamer" voice. He was the one who had figured out how cool Lola was. Some other kids had once been being snotty towards her and it had annoyed him. So when the kids had been distracted, he had spit in their food. Lola had noticed, and they'd gotten along famously ever since. "I'll bet. Move your scrawny white ass on down the line. You're stinkin' up the place and scarin' the high class clientele." Lola plopped down some mashed potatoes and threatened to smack Keith with the ladle. "See, I'M the victim around here!" Keith moved on. "Like a woman who can put a man in his place," Gail said. "Speakin' uh which, where's that hottie boy of yours?" "Todd is on a different lunch schedule now. It sucks." "I'm sure it does," Lola said with a wink. "Lola!" Gail said, blushing a bit. "I'm not that kinda girl!" "Hey, freaks recognize their own," Lola said. "I know a card carryin' member of the union when I see one." Gail stuck her tongue out and followed Keith, not noticing that Lola's eyes were locked on her firm posterior a few seconds longer than might be considered polite. Then Lola went back to work. She had to finish up, do some cleaning, and then . . . then she had somebody to see. --------- -------------------- An hour or so later . . . --------- -------------------- Ms. Martin saved her notes from her earlier session with Ms. Baker, then turned back to the girl's file. "Perfect grades in the sciences but not so enthusiastic about the arts . . . speaks English, Korean, Japanese, Vietnamese and Chinese . . . two different dialects . . . her father is . . . " Carolyn stopped. 'Reginald Baker? I wonder if that's the one I'm thinking of. And her mother is Mary Baker. Crap, talk about high profile parents.' Carolyn's mental reverie was disrupted by a light rapping at her office door. She put the folder down. She didn't have any other appointments for an hour at least, and it was between periods anyway. She cracked open the door. It was the lunch lady, Lola. "Can I help you?" Carolyn asked. "Yeah," the brown-skinned woman responded. Her hair net was gone and her curly brown hair was falling everywhere. She pushed her way inside the office from the abandoned hallway. "I got this itch, ya know? Somethin' it's real hard to shake." She reached up and took Carolyn's glasses off, exposing a pair of emerald green eyes, and put the spectacles on a shelf. "Something I can't get out of my mind." "I don't . . ." Carolyn was breathing hard. She had backed up until her butt was against the back of the desk. "I'm sorry, I don't think I can help you with . . ." "Oh, I think you can help me," Lola replied. She moved up against Carolyn's body, pushing the red-headed woman's legs apart, letting her skirt ride up until just the tip of the woman's panties were exposed. "That's what you do . . . you help people with problems, right? Well, my problem is that I'm fuckin' horny as hell. You gonna help me with that?" she asked, roughly grabbing Carolyn's crotch and rubbing her mound through the fabric. Carolyn's face underwent a transformation. The "scared" look was gone . . . unadulterated and very intense lust took its place. "Don't I always take care of it?" she asked. She was smiling. Lola smiled back. "That's my little slut." She kissed Carolyn full on the lips and stuck her hand under the woman's panties. Her fingers plunged into Carolyn's sex, and the school psychiatrist was squirming, trying to get as much of those fingers inside her as possible. Lola got aggravated with the woman's now-soaked underwear, so she ripped them off. The aggressive act was met with a pleasurable gasp from Carolyn. "You like that, don't you?" she asked. She stuck her hand under Carolyn's blouse and grabbed one of those large, warm breasts through the silky bra. "Tell me what you want?" "I want you to fuck me," Carolyn hissed. "Treat me like you own me." "That's 'cause I DO own you," Lola said. Carolyn was going to orgasm. She knew it, and she craved it. She wrapped her legs around Lola and held on tight. "I'm gonna . . . " "You're gonna cum, and you're gonna do it 'cause I want you to," Lola growled. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee," Carolyn whined, trying to keep her voice down as her hips twitched and she came onto Lola's hand. Lola took that hand and shoved it into the psychiatrist's mouth. The woman didn't even need to be told to lick those fingers clean. Watching Carolyn lick up her own cum was an incredible turn-on for Lola. It had been for the two years they'd been together. Lola pushed her lover onto the desk so that only the woman's head was hanging off. Run Ch. 01 "Stay right there now, while the lunch lady serves you up somethin' sweet." Lola slid her jeans down around her ankles then kicked them off. She wasn't wearing underwear. She thought it just got in the way. She straddled Carolyn's face and undid the buttons on her lover's blouse. "Start licking slut!" She didn't have long to wait to feel Carolyn's ever-so-talented tongue delve deep into her pussy. No wait gave head like Carolyn Martin. Lola finished getting her lover's top out of the way and pulled her bra up over her tits. She now had free reins to fondly Carolyn's beautiful breasts while getting her pussy devoured. 'Life don't get no better than this,' she thought. Carolyn pulled on Lola's inner labia with her mouth, stretching them out as far as they would go. She released them almost with a snap, then dug her tongue in deep, excavating that sexy crevasse in hopes of finding her most buried treasure. 'She's so damn hot,' Carolyn thought as she ate of Lola's banquet. Carolyn's nipples were being pulled and the soft flesh of her breasts prodded, all at Lola's discretion. Carolyn ran the tip of her tongue on the sensitive area between pussy and asshole before sticking it up Lola's sweet spot one more time. It wasn't long before Lola climaxed onto Carolyn's face. Carolyn shook her mouth like a wet dog, growling into her lover's pussy. Lola's body was rocking and her mind was seeing stars, but she wasn't done. She clamped her thighs together on either side of the redhead's face, holding her in place. "Keep goin'. I didn't throw away my lunch hour for you to quite after just . . . one . . ." Lola trailed off. Carolyn hadn't needed much encouragement to continue. Lola looked around and saw Carolyn's large purse next to the desk. "You brought the toy I wanted?" she asked hungrily. "Yes," Carolyn hissed, then continued tonguing that perfect slot. Lola stretched her arm and was able to reach the purse without breaking contact with the psychiatrist. She rifled through the bag and found the toy . . . a ten-inch rubber dildo, complete with handle. She put the head in her mouth, getting it a little wet, then leaned forward and placed the head in entrance of Carolyn's pussy. "Tell me you want it," she said. "I want it," Carolyn whimpered. "Tell me what you want?" "I want you to fuck me with that big cock." "Where do you want me to put it?" "In my pussy," Carolyn replied. "In my mouth and . . . and in my ass." "That's what I wanted to hear," Lola said. As Carolyn continued her feast, Lola took two overhand grips on that toy and started thrusting the humongous beast into her lover's body. Carolyn's poor pussy was stretched to the limit trying to accommodate the monster, but she wouldn't complete. Lola knew from experience that the redhead would cum many times very shortly. This was what Carolyn Martin loved, and it was the reason she didn't care about opening up a private practice and making a ton of money. This was where Lola was, and great sex made up for a lot of things. Her pussy was full, her mouth was busy and her face was sticky with hot Latina cum. Things didn't get much better than that. And when Lola took one hand off the dildo to play with Carolyn's tits some more, it got even closer to the pinnacle. Lola was cumming again as Carolyn's next orgasm hit. Both girls were suppressing screams of pleasure as there bodies shook and expelled their girl jizz. The dildo was trapped in Carolyn's body, and Lola let go of it so she could hand on to both of her lover's breasts (just for the sake of balance, of course.). "Glad you got some good learning in ya," Lola said as she dismounted Carolyn's face. She pulled the dildo out like Arthur pulling the sword from the stone. But King Arthur probably didn't stick that sword down Lancelot's throat. Carolyn was getting some deep-throat dildo action from her personal ruler. Lola shoved enough of the toy into her lover's throat to make her gag, but made sure to pull back before causing any actual pain. Carolyn was getting a good taste of her own juices, sucking them off the plastic invader with no small amount of pleasure. Lola figured it was about time. She rolled Carolyn over onto her stomach, the woman's soft, pale ass sticking out into the room. Lola wasn't going to waste any time. She climbed onto the desk and straddled Carolyn's back. She reached one hand forward and grabbed a handful of Carolyn's hair. She stretched her other hand backward where she slowly and methodically pushed the massive cock into the redhead's waiting asshole. Carolyn's gasp echoed throughout the room. The school psychiatrist, at that moment, didn't give a shit if she got caught. She needed what Lola was about to give her. Lola was smiling. No girl she had ever been with liked taking it up the behind like the Doc did. This toy was a little bigger than they usually used for this activity, and it was obvious that Carolyn's sphincter was resisting a bit more than usual. But Lola also knew that her lover could take it, and that the intellectual that she was sitting on would be begging for it hard and fast pretty damn soon. "How's that feel?" Lola said, sinking the dildo halfway into Carolyn's body. "Like that, don't ya?" "I love it," Carolyn sighed. "Play with yourself," Lola ordered. "I want you to masturbate while I fuck your asshole." Carolyn obeyed. Her hips were far enough away from the desk that she was able to get one hand between her thighs so she could finger herself. All the while, Lola rode her like a beast of burden, pulling on her hair and fucking her in her delightfully tortured ass. Lola stayed on her mount for a lot longer than eight seconds, but she knew she had to hurry up. She had stuff to do, and she knew that Carolyn had another appointment later. Without a word, she got off of Carolyn and knelt on the floor behind her. Still pumping the fake cock in and out of that beautiful round ass, Lola replaced Carolyn's fingers with Lola's tongue. She sucked pussy and plunged asshole with almost frightening intensity. "Cum for me baby," Lola whispered. "Cum for me!" Carolyn had no choice but to comply. Her knees buckled a bit as she gripped the far side of her desk. Her asshole completely trapped the large dildo buried in its depths, and her pussy let loose with everything she had left. And Lola never quite licking or sucking, drinking Carolyn's meager remaining juices with great relish. The redheaded psychiatrist was lying on her own desk, at a public school, sweating like a racehorse. There was a beautiful Latin lunch lady kneeling behind her with a ten inch dildo in her ass. There was no place Carolyn would rather be. "You okay baby?" Lola asked, pulling the dildo out. Gone was any hint of dominance from her voice. "Was that good?" Carolyn rolled over, wrapped her legs around Lola's waist and grabbed the girl's arm, pulling her close. Carolyn kissed Lola, again tasting her own cum. "You couldn't be anything BUT good," she assured the girl. Ever since there relationship and sexual games had begun, Carolyn had pushed and prodded Lola to be more assertive. Lola had finally gotten the hang of it, though she quickly shirked the role of alpha-female as soon as the sex was over. "You are the absolute best," Carolyn added, kissing the Hispanic hottie again. "You're amazing," Lola said, blushing again. "How do you make me feel like this?" Carolyn grabbed Lola's ass. "Practice," she said with a grin. The two women started getting dressed and fixing up the office after their tryst. They had done this so many times that both were amazed they hadn't gotten caught. Carolyn tossed her ruined panties into her purse along with the dildo, then used handi-wipes to help wipe away the sweat and cum residue. Lola was still amazed that this woman would want to be with her. But she wasn't going to question good luck when fortune smiled upon her. "Hurry home tonight," Carolyn said before Lola could leave. "I want to go catch a movie, but we're not doing a damn thing until you've done your homework." Lola rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smile. She had never graduated from high school, but one of the terms that had been set for her parole was that she get her GED. Carolyn had lobbied for that stipulation, and Lola found herself enjoying learning for the first time. It didn't hurt that Carolyn liked to award achievements with more sex. "Yes ma'am," Lola replied, sticking out her tongue. She slowly opened the door and looked outside. They were still between periods, so the hall was empty. She slipped outside and disappeared down the corridor. ----------- ------------- That Friday . . . ----------- ------------- Keith was sitting on the steps of the school, waiting. Gail had told him that this was the way that Pat had been leaving school, so he had invented an excuse and popped out of class a few minutes early. There was something eating at him and he had to get it off of his chest, even if it got him in trouble. Soon enough, he noticed Gail coming down the hallway, her eyes fixed on the floor a certain distance in front of her. Keith stood to the side and raised his hand in what he hoped was a non-threatening manner. It seemed like Pat was going to walk on by without noticing him, but she stopped when he was four feet behind her. Even with students streaming by, Keith heard her quite clearly. "You know you're not supposed to come near me right?" Keith gritted his teeth. "And YOU know I'm not a threat to you, so please . . . two minutes of your time and you'll never have to talk to me again." Pat didn't turn around. Keith couldn't see it, but every muscle in her body was straining. Fight or flight . . . those were the two options she was used to. Fighting she could do, and flight wasn't done out of fear, but rather was done because fighting took away valuable time. But her words to Dr. Martin came back to haunt her. Why did talking to this boy make her so . . . conflicted? "You have two minutes," she said slowly and deliberately. "I'm sorry for what happened," he started. "I wanted to say it without Mr. Primely making me say it. I wasn't trying to hurt you, and it's pretty damn obvious now that I wouldn't have been able to anyway." He stopped, took a breath and then, "But was yanking my arm really necessary? I mean, we're about to start the playoffs in a few weeks!" "I shouldn't have to rationalize defending myself . . ." "You weren't defending yourself, because you weren't in any danger! We both know it! I just wanted to talk . . ." It was Pat's turn to interrupt. "Why? Why did you want to talk? We've been going to the same school for three years now, and you've never said a word. No one has," she added, then wished she hadn't. She was sounding sorry for herself, and she wasn't. At least she didn't think she felt like that. "Does someone really need an excuse to talk to you?" Keith asked, now quite uncomfortable. "Yes," she replied simply. 'Or at least I suspect they do,' she thought. "So why now? Just . . . just an honest answer." Keith caved. He felt it was important to play it straight here. "I . . . A bunch of kids wanted to know . . . if you were straight or gay. I kind of got elected to talk to you and try to find out." Pat's blood had turned a bit frosty. "Your two minutes are up," she said, her voice not reflecting her frigid temperament. She continued on her way. Keith stared after her. "That could have gone better," he muttered. ------------ ------------- To be continued . . . Run Ch. 02 This story is a bit wordy and fairly long, so if you are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to look elsewhere. It contains heterosexual and lesbian sexual activity. --------------- ----------------- The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead (or just confused) is entirely coincidental. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or in total, without the author's permission. This story takes place in the entirely fictional city of Springfield, California, so don't go looking for it on a map. And in my little fictional world, there are no unwanted pregnancies or STD's, except as plot driving devices. The author encourages the practice of safe-sex. This is part of an ongoing series. Please check out earlier part(s) for background and character history. ----- ------------- Gail had been talking with Mr. Keibler and a number of other Special Olympics volunteers. The athletes were having a morning of practice which seemed to be a great deal of fun. It was a bit intoxicating for Gail. Todd still seemed a bit nervous, but he was loosening up. The rest of the volunteers, with a few exceptions, were middle-aged or older persons, most of whom were female. Gail didn't think she'd ever met a nicer group of people. She almost forgot that the reason she had volunteered to help in the first place was because she had sort of been caught stalking Pat and had to think up something quick. Gail hadn't actually seen more than a glimpse of her quarry of curiosity all morning. The girl had been working with her brother Buddy on his track skills. Pat, who normally wore the same color slacks and tee-shirt every day, was actually wearing comfortable shorts that day, and Gail found herself envying Pat's legs. 'Those things are fucking ripped!' she thought, determining that her own legs were suddenly quite homely. She wandered over and grabbed another tray of sports drinks, taking them from venue to venue and distributing them to grateful participants. She smiled at Todd, who was doing measures over at the long jump. Then she noticed that his smile vanished and he was staring opened eyed at something directly behind Gail. She turned around. There was Pat. The smile that Gail had seen on the girl's face earlier that week and even earlier that day was gone. A more stern and familiar visage adorned her face. "May I ask what you're doing here?" Pat asked evenly. Gail looked like a deer in the headlights. She held up a cup. "Gatorade?" Pat just stared at her. "I'm a volunteer here . . . now." Gail was withering under the force of that stare. "I just started today." Pat's face almost made an expression, and it was one that made the other girl nervous. It was almost a sneer. "You just HAPPEN to start volunteering here the same week that your buddy Keith tries to dig up dirt on me? Yes," she started in response to Gail's unspoken defense, "I see you two together all the time, so don't try denying it. Christ, I almost bought his 'I'm sorry' line too. Now he's got you spying on me for him?" Gail hated being on the defensive, so she did the first (and probably not wisest) thing she could think of. "Kiss my ass!" she said. There was a moment of silence, and Gail realized she had just said something provoking to a potentially dangerous girl, so she realized she needed to say something else. "Keith has nothing to do with me being here today. He thought I was crazy for doing it," she added. "Don't lie to me," Pat responded, a little venom in her voice. "You honestly expect me to believe that it is coincidence that Keith's friend is volunteering . . ." "Good grief, Keith didn't put me up to this! Why can't you get that through your head?! I was curious as to where you hurried off to after school, so I followed you once, and it was entirely my deal. Well, I drug Todd along, but he's a boyfriend and therefore has little choice." Gail had meant that to lighten the mood, but Pat wasn't biting. "Why is everyone suddenly so damn concerned with what I do?" Pat shot back. "Because . . ." Gail gave in a bit. "Because you're different and we're just a bunch of kids with nothing else to do but try and figure out why. I saw you out here and saw how . . . how much fun you seemed to be having and how much fun THEY were having," she said, waving at the athletes, "that I decided to help out. Honest. If you're going to get mad at anyone, don't make it Keith. Be mad at me." "No problem," Pat replied. She had another statement on the edge of her lips when she found herself wrapped up in an enthusiastic hug. Her brother had run over and had wrapped his pale arms around her and was trying to jump up and down with his captive. "I did it!" he exclaimed. "I took third!" He had an enormous smile on his wide face, and Pat's face lit up when she saw it. "Excellent Buddy!" she replied with a warmth that Gail couldn't imagine coming from the woman. "Did you keep your head down and watch the lines like I told you?" "I did good! I did good!" came the only response Pat was likely to get. He looked at Gail, not losing that smile. "Hi! I ran and got third!" "So I hear," Gail said. If she was going to avoid being eviscerated by Pat, she figured being cool with her brother would be a good plan. "Great job!" "Thanks!" He turned back to Pat. "I want to run again! Watch me!" "Buddy, we've got to get home and get you cleaned up before the movie. You want to go to the movie with your friends, don't you?" "Yeah, but . . . " Buddy stopped and rubbed his finger up and down the bridge of his nose. "But I want to run again!" "Okay," Pat said. She stunk at telling Buddy "no." "But you'll have to run really fast, so we don't miss our ride, okay? Just a couple more times around." "Okay!" he said, grabbing her by the wrist and dragging her back to the track. Todd wandered over and put his arm around Gail's shoulders, and it almost made her jump out of her skin. "Calm down! You're like a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs!" he said. "I'm sorry. I thought she was going to beat the hell out of me. She thinks I'm here as a spy for Keith or something." "You are." "Am not! I'm here spying for me and me alone. You're just here because you're cute." "I feel so cheap," he replied back, giving her a kiss on the lips. Unbeknownst to them, Pat looked back and saw them with each other. Her heart felt tight in her chest, so she quickly looked away. That type of happiness wasn't meant for people like her. She watched as Buddy took off down the track, and her heart felt a little lighter. Mr. Keibler wandered by where Gail and Todd were standing. "Hey, I'm getting ready to head over to the theater, so would you two mind doing me a favor?" "Sure," Gail said. "Anything." She quickly realized what a mistake that statement was. "Excellent! Are you two going to the movie? We're seeing Madagascar!" "Sure," Todd said, then looked a little embarrassed. He was a bit of an animated-film fan. "Good. Could you give Pat and Buddy a ride? I was going to take them, but I've got to get going. Thanks! It's a real help!" he said as he turned and headed towards his car, leaving a wide-eyes and slack-jawed pair of teenagers behind him. "Oh . . ." Todd said. ". . . shit," Gail finished. She turned around. Buddy was half-way around the track and looked exhausted, and Pat was looking a little worried. Gail stiffened up her back and walked over. Todd stayed at a safe distance. "Uhm . . . Mr. Keibler had to leave and asked us to give you and Buddy a ride to the movie," she said nervously. The anger that Pat must have felt was almost visibly tangible. "What?" she said slowly, turning around and seeing that, indeed, Mr. Keibler was gone. "Is this your idea of a joke?" she asked. "No. I kind of backed into it on accident. Listen, I'm happy to give you guys a lift. I promise I won't ask any questions or say anything. And if us being here pisses you off so badly, we'll stop after today. Okay?" Pat mulled it over. "Very well," she replied clearly. Buddy finished his run and ran over with his characteristic cheerfulness and hug. Gail noticed that the first thing Pat did was check his pulse. After a few seconds, she seemed . . . relieved. "Buddy, this is . . . Gail," Pat said, trying to remember the girl's name. "And this is Todd," Gail said. Todd offered his hand to Buddy, who shook it vigorously. Gail was proud of her man. "Gail's giving us a ride home and then to the movie," Pat said, trying to force cheer into her voice. "How does that sound?" "Yay!" Buddy exclaimed. "Can I ride up front?" Gail smiled. "Absolutely. You can be my copilot." "I'm a copilot!" Buddy shouted at his sister. Pat had wanted to object, but it was too late. 'Well, hopefully it won't hurt.' Gail noticed that Pat seemed less than enthusiastic. As soon as she pointed out where her car was, Buddy was off at a trot. "I hope that's okay. I didn't mean . . ." "He just doesn't get to sit up front very often," Pat interrupted. She stopped there. No point in going into THAT story. The three teenagers strolled after their more enthusiastic counterpart. Gail decided to risk conversation. "This is going to sound stupid, I know, but . . . but what kind of handicap does Buddy have?" Pat didn't turn her head. She was debating whether or not this was something they needed to know. Then she sighed. "He has Down Syndrome, and has some problems with his hearing. That's why he talks so loud," she continued. "Does he have high blood pressure or something? I saw you taking his pulse." Pat turned. "Listen, I don't know what you're after, but my brother is off limits, okay? Whatever you people have planned . . ." "There is no plan!" Gail almost shouted. Todd felt obliged to step in. "She's not kidding. She never really plans anything." Gail glared at her now-on-thin-ice boyfriend, then looked back at Pat. "We're not trying to hurt or embarrass or . . . anything . . . anybody. I'm just trying to make conversation, and I'm trying to understand things." Pat fought to keep her temper and suspicions under control. "He's at a high risk for developing heart problems. I just try to keep an eye open for signs." Gail decided to stop with the questions as Pat was already on edge. They climbed into Gail's car. Pat looked uncomfortable, like she didn't know how to behave. She and Todd sat as far apart from each other as possible. Buddy, on the other hand, was investigating everything from the glove compartment to the fuzzy dice and air freshener hanging from the rear-view mirror. He stuck his head out the window, much to the chagrin of his sister. As odd as things had been that day, Gail was in for an even bigger shock. This one came in the form of the house that Pat and buddy called home. The house at the other end of the iron gate and long driveway. It was huge! There had to be a couple dozen rooms in that place! And what was weirder was the Pat looked embarrassed about it. "C'mon Buddy. Get up to your room and get cleaned up," she said, as soon as they walked inside. About that time, what appeared to be a butler strode up. "Hello, Ms. Baker," he said, a faint smile on his lips as he noticed the other young people in Pat's presence. "You have . . . company?" Gail wondered why the man seemed so surprised. Didn't Pat EVER have people over? "Don't start," she said, albeit a bit fondly. "This is Gail and Todd. They're temporary volunteers for the Springfield Special Olympics chapter," she said, emphasizing "temporary." She looked at the two interlopers. "Would you two like to get cleaned up or . . . I guess . . . uhm . . ." "That's alright," Todd said smoothly, realizing that Pat was struggling to be polite. "We really didn't do anything sweat-inducing." "Why don't you go shower and I'll get your friends something to drink while we wait?" "They're not friends," Pat said sharply, then realized how bitchy she had sounded. "Of course," the man said, a little more somber . . . almost as if disappointed. He watched as Pat went upstairs. "I'm sorry," Gail said when Pat had vanished from view. "That was a little awkward." "It's alright," the man said kindly. "I'm used to it. My name is Tobias Smith, by the way. I work for Patrice's parents. Gail's eyes opened wide. "Her name is Patrice?" Tobias smiled and winked. "And she HATES being called that, so I would advise against it." Todd made a "zip" motion across his mouth. Patrice was . . . well, a "girly" name. Tobias fetched two glasses of lemonade, then sat down next to the young couple. "Does . . . does Pat never have friends over?" Gail asked. "I don't know if I should be discussing Ms. Baker's affairs with anyone," he said. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry." "Yes you did," Todd said. "You've been curious about her for a week." Gail nudged him in the ribs with her elbow. "She is a bit of an oddity," Tobias said. Gail stood up and stretched her legs. Then she noticed a couple of large cases against the far wall of the parlor, and that those cases contained trophies of some kind. She went over and had a look. One case contained a scattering of awards, military medals and trophies with the name "Reginald Baker" engraved on them. 'Must be her dad,' Gail thought. The trophies seemed to be martial arts related, with a lot of second and third places won. The second case really caught her attention. More martial arts trophies, but all of them had Pat's name on them, and there were a whole lot of first-place markers there. She noticed that Tobias was next to her. "For crying out loud, these are ALL hers?" "Yes," the man said proudly as Todd joined them. "Ms. Baker is quite an athlete. She's been competing since she was barely out of diapers. She's won tournaments in six different countries on three continents. She's currently taking a break from active competition." "Good grief! I knew she was dangerous, but damn!" Todd muttered. "She's not dangerous . . . really," Mr. Smith said. He was obviously wondering if he had said too much. Gail looked towards the magnificent spiral staircase where Pat had vanished to. "Mr. Smith, we're not just volunteers. We go to the same school that Pat does. She got into a bit of a scuffle with a friend . . . actually, she kinda almost broke his arm. Apparently he was 'in her way,' and I got curious so I followed her to find out where she was going and now I'm volunteering for the Special Olympics which I really think could be fun . . ." "Remember to breathe," Todd said. Gail paused. She had just completely leveled with a veritable stranger's butler about her stalking habits, and wasn't quite sure what to expect at that point. She just really wanted to understand Pat, and she had a feeling that Tobias might know things. And he was obviously fond of the girl. "She's . . . a complicated girl," Tobias said. "And there are reasons she is the way she is. If you are genuinely interested in getting to know her, I think the end rewards would be worth it." Todd pulled Gail close to him. "That's polite-speak for 'leave it alone' sweetie." Gail nodded. "I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't mean to put you on the spot or anything. Sometimes I wonder if she realizes that if she really wants to be left alone that acting so . . . aloof . . . might not be the way to go." "I don't think she necessarily wants to be left alone," Tobias replied, somewhat quietly. He glanced toward the stairs. "If you want to understand her you might make better progress if you keep in mind that she . . . Patrice has more of a military mentality than that of an eighteen year old girl. Most of the time anyway." Gail was curious about those comments, but didn't have time to follow up on them as Pat descended the staircase. "Almost ready," she said, once again adorned her in olive-green pants and black tee-shirt. "Buddy is probably messing around again," she said, rolling her eyes and allowing a feint smile to play across her lips. Then she straightened up and looked at Tobias. "Are . . . Mr. and Mrs. Baker around?" she asked. "No ma'am. Your father is out on the course with a client, and your mother is . . ." "At work?" came the bitter interruption. It was about then that Pat remembered that there were other people in the room. She may be a bit of an isolationist, but she still had manners. "Did Tobias show you around?" "I thought I might leave that to you," the butler said, then exited through a door. Patrice was annoyed. She knew what Tobias was trying to do, as the crafty old fox had been trying to get her to be more sociable for many years. He had just stuck her in the role of hostess, and it was a role she was quite unsuited for. "I guess . . . uhm . . . this is the kitchen," she started, not quite sure how to go about this. Room by room, she showed Todd and Gail the entirety of the bottom floor of the spacious estate, including indoor pool, weight room, living room, den, two studies, dining room, entertainment room and home office. She gave a very detailed recitation of the statistics of the house, from square footage to style to history. Gail realized that Pat wasn't bragging. She was acting as a tour guide, seemingly with no personal investment in the property. "What's upstairs?" "Oh, that's the personal quarters," Pat said. "You mean your room?" "I guess so," came Pat's reply. There was a moment of awkward silence. "Would you like to see it? The upstairs I mean? It's really not very interesting." At that moment, Buddy came charging downstairs. "I wanna show my room!" he said boisterously. He grabbed Gail by the hand and drug her up the stairs. "Hey, let go of my girlfriend," Todd said, more surprised than anything. "Don't bother," Pat said, shaking her head. "Once he gets an idea in his head, he's got to see it through." Todd nodded. That was one of the most genuinely human things he had heard her say. He was thinking back to what Tobias had said about her mind set. He was a military brat himself, so he thought he might be able to relate to her. "So, your folks are hardcore workers hunh?" "You could say that," Pat said. "What do they do?" "Mr. Baker is the president of Global Advertising. Mrs. Baker owns her own import / export company." "Do you always refer to your parents as Mr. and Mrs. Baker?" Pat stopped for a minute. She heard Buddy's voice as he showed Gail all his worldly belongings. "Most of the time." Buddy burst out of his room, Gail still in tow. Much to Pat's chagrin and surprise, he was pulling Gail into Pat's room. "Buddy! No!" It was too late. Gail found herself in the one place she never thought she would be . . . Pat Baker's bedroom. 'There's a lot of porn stories that start out with that line,' she thought. The room was . . . stark. Gail couldn't imagine that this was the room of a teenaged girl. There were no posters, no CD player or CDs, no television or clothes strewn about the floor. There was a simple bed on the bamboo floor. It was a large room with a training dummy, weight bag, weight set and exercise mat. That was it, except . . . Gail noticed a small, homemade-looking bookshelf next to the bed. On it were some cheap plastic trophies and a few ribbons, all of which were more "thanks for competing" type prizes. And all of them belonged to Michael "Buddy" Baker. "Why aren't these downstairs?" Gail asked. "There . . . there isn't room," Pat said, almost meekly. No one bought the excuse. There was more room downstairs in the entryway for another house, so fitting another trophy shelf wouldn't be a problem. "He got that one for participating in the Springfield Marathon," Pat said, an unusual warmth in her voice. "He made it a long way on that one. This was for third place in the long jump, but he doesn't much like that event. He stopped completely when he started doing straight racing and relays. This was his sportsmanship trophy for the 2000 games." Run Ch. 02 "Man, Buddy you're the running machine," Gail said, aiding the ever present smile on his face. "I like to run," Buddy said. "I can see. Dang it, I don't think I could keep up with you," Gail said. "But I'll . . . RACE YOU TO THE CAR!" she said, taking one big step forward. Buddy was off like a shot, running down the hallway. "Buddy, careful of the stairs!" she said, knowing he'd pay no attention to her warning whatsoever. Then she realized she was standing in her bedroom with a boy . . . alone. "We better go," she said nodding toward the door. Todd took the hint and wandered down the stair, Pat close behind him. At the bottom of the stairs, he took his first glance at the trophy case containing the accomplishments of Pat's father. He stopped. "Your dad is Brigadier General Baker?" he asked almost incredulously. The General was pretty well known throughout the army circles as a genuine badass and military fanatic. Probably the reason he had been put in charge of the U.S. military forces in the Korean DMZ for many years. "Retired," Pat said quietly. "Three years ago. You've heard of him?" "My dad was Army. I was pretty much raised in the motor pool. It's where I got addicted to things that move and sometimes explode." Todd could scarcely believe his ears . . . Pat chuckled. More like a snicker, but it still counted. "I don't mean to sound rude, but I remember hearing horror stories about your father from some of the guys who had been under his command." "No offense taken," she said, regaining her solemn composure. "He could be a taskmaster, but he was always fair." She sounded more like a commercial than a proud daughter. "You going military?" "Yes," she replied. Todd detected genuine trepidation in her voice. "Mr. Baker has already contacted colleagues at West Point about admitting me." "Do you want to go?" he asked. She looked at him and her face could best be described as perplexed. "What do you mean?" Todd was stunned. "I mean . . . is going into the army . . . is that what YOU want or what your dad want?" "What difference does it make?" she replied, holding the door open for him and waiting for him to use it. --------------- --------- That evening . . . --------------- --------- "I shit you not," Todd explained as he and Gail pulled into her driveway. Her parents were on a romantic little getaway for the weekend and her brother would be out of the house until almost sunrise playing Dungeons and Dragons or some such thing. The two of them had enjoyed themselves, though it was hard to read anything from Pat. The girl had been maddeningly cordial, only showing her "humanity" when Buddy wanted something or had something to say. The girl was a complete dichotomy. Todd had just finished recounting the conversation he had had with Pat back at her house. "You think she's been brainwashed or something?" Gail said. Her curiosity was itching like a rash. "I don't know. I don't think so," Todd mused, tussling his hair. "She's got a larger than life father. Everything I know about him says he's a hard man to please. If she wants his approval . . . she'll probably do just about anything." "If he's that much a stickler for protection, she's probably doubly screwed because of Buddy." "How so?" "Well, 'perfect' people want perfect things around them right? The son . . . you know, the guy who's supposed to follow in his footsteps . . . well, he comes out 'damaged.' Now Pat not only has to be the perfect daughter . . ." ". . . but the perfect son as well," Todd finished. "Shit, I thought studying for the ACTs was pressure." "But she's so good to her brother," she replied as they got out of the car and headed into the house. "I mean, she's not faking that. She loves Buddy to death." "I'm willing to bet that she keeps Buddy's trophies in her room because . . . because her father wouldn't keep them at all." "Let's not get ahead of ourselves here. This is entirely guesswork," Gail said. "Yeah, I guess you're right." Todd didn't believe they were wrong, but he let it drop. "Besides, we've got other stuff to do tonight than worry about Pat Baker," Gail said, putting a sway in her hips as she glanced over her shoulder. "Really? 'Cause you haven't done anything BUT worry about her for a week." "AHEM." Gail wiggled her hips again. The time had come for a little less conversation and a lot more action. "Why are you probably the only straight boy in high school that has to be talked INTO SEX!" she said impatiently. "Because you're the only girl I can tease about it," Todd replied. "You can tease me as long as ya please me," she shot back. She grabbed him by the front of his jeans and pulled him towards the front door. But she stopped with him on the threshold and the door still open. "Wait, I've got an idea." Before he could object (as if he would), she dropped to her knees and yanked his pants down. With the front-porch light on, she took his soft penis in her even softer lips and started to coax it to life. "Good . . . holy . . . Gail, someone could see." "That's the fun part," Gail replied. His member was already reaching full firmness in her mouth, and the velvety head was kissing her tonsils. 'That's what mama likes,' she thought happily. She couldn't help but wonder if old man Paige across the street was watching. He always stared when she walked by. At least now it would be a good show. Todd was gripping the doorframe as the sounds of the slobbery blowjob he was getting floated across the lawn. Gail had wrapped one of those strong hands around his shaft as was holding the part she couldn't fit into her mouth. Her head was bouncing back and forth and spit was seeping out of the corner of her mouth. She had become so unabashedly lustful that Todd still couldn't believe his luck. Most high school guys had to beg to get to second base . . . Todd was hitting it out of the park almost every night. Gail wanted cum. She wanted to get Todd off, get him hard again and use him for her own pleasure all night long. She left just the head of his organ between her lips and stroked his rigid shaft. She hummed gently and in short order, she felt the veins twitch and the delicious splash of jizz on her tongue. Then another . . . and another. She pulled back, gave him one quick view of the mess he had made in her mouth, and then swallowed it down. "You are so hot!" he muttered as she let him inside and finally closed the door. She kissed him and then pushed him into the living room. He fell back onto the couch, smiling up as Gail treated him to a slow impromptu strip tease. She shed her snug jeans, peeling them down to reveal her bikini-style panties. Facing the other way, she pulled her shirt up and then unclasped her bra. When she turned back around, she had both of her warm breasts cupped. She sauntered over and released one breast, sticking her hand under her underwear and proceeded to pleasure herself. Todd watched his girlfriend's fingers as she worked them under those satiny panties. She sank to her knees and started to really get into what she was doing, and she kept eye contact with him the entire time. Her face reflected her ecstasy, with her eyes wide and her mouth open in that dopey half-grin. She leaned in and took his soft member in her mouth, nursing it as she masturbated. It took a while, but he felt life returning to his cock. That was when she stopped. Partially, she wanted to tease him. The other part was that she had made herself cum and didn't want to bite down on anything she might want to use later. Todd thought she looked extra sexy when she was climaxing. It was one of the reasons he like to help the process along. He also knew that she was extra sensitive right after she got off. He grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her onto her back. He didn't let her take her soaked panties off first . . . he just started licking at her mound through the fabric. He had bought an "Art of Oral Sex" DVD and had studied it extensively. Gail was a good thing, and he needed to do good things to keep her. He tugged her underwear up until it was up in her cleft, and he started long wide licks up either side. "Ooh yeah, do it like that baby," Gail said, placed her legs on the tops of his shoulders and grabbing a handful of his hair. "Lick my pussy. Lick it faster!" Todd was licking like his life, or at least his love life, depended on it. He also remembered a "promise" that she had made and wanted to see if she'd follow through. So he slowly and carefully moved his thumb into position and, while still eating Gail's yummy pussy, stuck that thumb into her ass. Gail almost jumped out of her skin. She HAD told Todd that she was interested in trying that route but now that the moment had actually arrived, she was a bit nervous. She tried to relax and take her mind off of it, which wasn't too difficult due to Todd's increasingly skillful oral talents. She let him probe the inside of her backside for several minutes and found the experience . . . interesting. Todd pushed her panties completely out of his way so that he could get his tongue further up the slot. She hadn't resisted his anal exploration, which was highly encouraging. He took her clit between his lips and start a series of quick, brief sucking actions, almost like he was nursing. At the same time, he plunged his thumb into her sphincter as rapidly as he could. Gail started to orgasm in short order. The lights in the room seemed so much brighter when she tightened her legs' vice-like grip on Todd's head and arched her back so much that only her shoulders were on the floor. Her anal ring had clenched and he was barely able to extricate his thumb. It was a wetter than usual orgasm, and he wiped the excess jizz off his face with his sleeve. "You . . . are SUCH a good boyfriend," Gail murmured, her eyes only half-open. It was time. "Why don't you finish getting undressed and have a seat in one of the dining room chairs. Close your eyes and don't open them until I tell you." Then she bounded upstairs. Todd grinned as he got undressed. He was already hard as a rock when he sat in one of the solid dining room chairs and closed his eyes. After a while, he heard Gail coming back down the stairs. Then he felt her grab his arms and move them behind the chair, followed by the feel of cold metal around his wrists. Next, he felt her securing his ankles to the chair legs with rope. Finally, he hard those magic words . . . "Open your eyes." When he did, he was treated to another hard-on-worthy surprise. Gail was standing in front of him wearing a plaid skirt, knee-high socks, a white shirt that was unbuttoned and tied off at the middle, and her blonde hair was tied off in pigtails. "Sweet Jesus," he muttered. The now-Catholic-schoolgirl before him chewed gently on her bottom lip. "You like?" She looked at his dick and smiled. Gail sat on Todd's knees and wrapped her hand around that beautiful cock and started to rub it. "I can see you like it," she cooed, kissing him. Then she reached down to the floor and picked up the satin panties she had been wearing earlier. She then shoved them into Todd's mouth. "You won't be needing to talk for a while anyway," she told him, then quickly lifted herself up and plunged her ravenous pussy down on his member. Gail loved cock. She had only been with Todd, but she knew she wanted to be sexually active for the rest of her life. She liked that she could actually seem him entering her due to the naughty schoolgirl skirt she was wearing, because she had to rely on feeling him inside her. "I'm going to ride you for a while, then I'm going to put your big dick in this tiny little ass," she whispered, slapping her ass through the skirt. "You want that don't you?" she asked, riding his cock even harder. She was bouncing up and down so much that chair was squeaking. She slowed down, gyrating her hips as she wrapped her legs around the chair. He was SO deep inside her . . . it was amazing! "I bet you wish you could spank me," she said. "Maybe next time I'll let you. I'll let you spank this ass before you fuck it. But right now, you're just my plaything," she added nibbling on his earlobe. "You're just my toy." She rode him a while longer, relishing the size of his cock as it filled up her womanhood. She reached underneath and fondled his heavy balls as she fucked him. She hoped there was a lot more cum in there. Gail slowly raised herself up off her man, letting his glistening cock wave around like a car antenna. She grabbed a small bottle of KY-jelly that she had brought down with her, put a dollop on her hand and started to smear it all over that great big cock. For a minute, she was content just to stroke her toy, giving him a tug-job that was making his eyes water. But she didn't want him to cum just yet. She had to go through with her plan before she chickened out. She may have been horny, but it was still something new. She stood up and turned around. She lifted up the back of her skirt, giving him a perfect view of the orifice he was about to be allowed to violate. She made a big production of spreading her legs, backing up and slowly . . . too slowly . . . lowering herself towards his meat-stick again. The bulbous head of his member touched her sphincter and she instinctively jerked away. But she got herself under control, then slowly pressed down. The head of his dick felt slightly cool and slimy as it pressed against her anal opening. She tried to sink down but felt a great deal of resistance. 'I hope I'm doing this right she thought.' She had wanted to be facing him, but she knew she wouldn't be able to contain her nervousness. She didn't want him to see that she was a little scared. Finally, she felt her anal ring start to spread and his stick was able to slowly creep inside. She was breathing so fast she thought she might give birth. It was uncomfortable to say the least. It felt like it had been going on forever, when in fact she had just barely started. It felt comparable to trying pass a bowling ball in reverse. Then something amazing happened. The head slipped in and her asshole relaxed a bit, and the relief she felt at just that little bit of slippage was enormous. Todd was using every bit of self-control he had not to shoot his wad right then and there. Gail's skirt was still pushed up, so he could see the head of his cock disappear between her round bound cheeks and into her ass. And it was so incredibly tight! He wanted to grab her ass and plunge all the way in . . . it was probably good that she had handcuffed him. Gail took more and more of him inside her backside until she felt her buns reach his abdomen. 'He's inside,' she thought. 'He's so fucking big inside me,' she thought, a little more enthusiastic. Her hands instinctively sought out her pussy and she began playing with herself. Every touch seemed to ignite sparks in her brain. She stood up a bit, feeling his meat sliding out of her asshole, then she lowered herself again. "Oh God!" she said loudly. "You're . . . so big and . . . and hard," she continued as she started taking his cock faster and faster. "You're even bigger in my ass that you are in my pussy." Her fingers were moving furiously and she started to cum again in record time. Her ass clenched as she came in incredibly short order, soaking Todd's lap. "That's fucking incredible," said, her eyes glazed. She stood up, turned around and then sank back on his cock until his balls mad contact with her ass. She wasn't afraid anymore. "You just sit there and enjoy the ride," she cooed, bouncing on his cock. She held onto his shoulder with one hand while masturbating with the other. Todd wanted to cum more than anything else on Earth. Gail was a wet dream come true, and her ass was the thing dreams were made of. The walls of her ass were as tight as a miser's wallet. She was riding him like a jackhammer and had a look of total, almost mindless lust on her face. She took a moment to pull her shirt open so she could mash her breasts against his face while she took his cock up the ass and played with herself. Gail heard Todd moan something and was able to get the gist of what was happening. He was about to blast a load in her no-longer-virgin behind. He had been such a good boy the he deserved to cum. It didn't hurt that she had achieved climax again herself. She actually collapsed against his sweaty chest as he pumped a gallon of baby-batter into her worn ass. She could feel it splatter . . . she could feel it trying to leak out. She didn't care. She had been fucked senseless and she acknowledged to herself that it was the ONLY way to go. "Next time," she said tiredly as she removed her panties from Todd's mouth and kissed his grateful lips, "I get to wear the handcuffs." ------------ ----------------- The next week . . . ------------ ----------------- Pat was sitting in a chair in Dr. Martin's office. She had planned on sitting out the session engaged in typical idle chit-chat, but there was something unusual going on in her head . . . a burning desire to actually TALK to someone about something that was bothering her. Carolyn watched as Pat opened her mouth slightly as if she were going to talk, then close it again. It was maddening to watch. Pat had been in for several sessions and, except for the interesting comment she had made at the end of that first hour, the girl hadn't been particularly forthcoming. "Pat, I don't think we're going to require any more sessions," Dr. Martin said at last. She was going to take a gamble in dealing with the ice princess. "I don't see you as likely to harm anyone, even to the extent you did this last time. And I can't help you with your happiness problem if you won't talk to me, so . . ." "I'm happy," Pat said, a little too loudly and a lot too defensively. "Really? Rumor has it that you are an anti-social young woman. Yes, rumors abound and reach even this hallowed chamber," she added, twirling her finger around over her head. "It's my experience that teenagers who shut themselves off from people their own age are never particularly happy." "I don't shut myself off," Pat replied, keeping an even tone. "I have my brother and . . . and I just don't have time for friends. I've got these two . . ." Pat stopped. "These two what?" Carolyn prodded. "These two people who seem to be following me around and asking me questions and . . . why do people do that? I mean, no one has any interest in me for eighteen years and suddenly they're following me to my volunteer work and trying to pretend they're interested when they only wanted to know if I was gay in the first place . . ." Pat had to stop to breathe. That was probably more than she had said in one sentence to anyone but Buddy in years. "Woah," Carolyn said with a smile. "With you, when it rains it pours. Let's start over. You think people just wanted to talk to you to find out if you were gay?" "Yeah. But can't they just . . . you know, tell that I'm not? Not that I have anything against being gay. I've seen no viable evidence that it's something anyone has a choice about, so I don't know why people seem to want to be so biased." "You think you can tell if someone's gay just by looking at them?" Pat thought it over. "I guess that's kind of presumptuous, isn't it?" Carolyn wanted to get the girl's trust, and maybe she needed to do something extreme to get it. "Can you keep a secret?" "Yeah," Pat said, sitting up straight. Suddenly, she was intrigued. "I'm gay." Pat just looked her over with a curious gaze. "Really?" "Yep. Not as easy to tell us on sight is it?" "No." Pat paused. "Do . . . do people give you grief about it?" "Not many people know. Only a couple of teachers on the faculty and the lunch lady. . . Lola. Everyone else who knows isn't associated with the schools." Run Ch. 02 "The lunch lady? Why would she know?" Pat was being overtaken by the bane of teenage girls everywhere . . . the almost burning need to gossip. "Why do you think?" Carolyn responded, leaning back in her chair and dropping her note pad. "I don't know, unless . . ." Pat's eyes were wide open. "Really?" "Yes. Does my 'choice' surprise you?" "No. I mean, she's really, really attractive I suppose, but . . ." "It's okay. When my parents first met her, they thought I was crazy. But I love her, and sometimes that takes someone being crazy to pull off." "What's . . . what's love like?" "Amazing. You'll see for yourself someday." "I doubt it," Pat replied, a little petulantly. "I don't think people like me are supposed to have stuff like that." "What do you mean 'people like me'?" Pat closed her eyes. "People who's lives don't really belong to them." She struggled to control a surge of emotion. "Can we talk about something else?" "Okay," Carolyn said, a little excited. She was earning Pat's trust, but some things were still going to take work. "Why don't you tell me about these people who seem to want to talk to you?" ----------- ------------- Later that day . . . ----------- ------------- Keith and Gail were sitting at their customary table. They had a few hangers on from the usual crowd, but mostly they just talked to each other. Then Keith noticed that Pat had arrived. A lot of people were staring at her, and some of the other athletes were giving her hostile looks. Things hadn't been this bad before her incident with Keith. Keith almost found it funny. THEY were the ones who had pressured Keith into making his ill-fated move. It was Keith's fault for falling into the ploy and it was Keith who had initiated the conflict. But it was Pat who was getting blamed for possibly hurting the school's chances at a baseball playoff birth. Then Keith didn't find the idea funny at all anymore. "We need to do something," he said quietly, glancing at Pat. "Like what?" "She almost kind of likes you, right?" "Define 'like'." "She is less likely to injure you than she might, oh say . . . me?" "Then yes." "Maybe you should go ask if she'd like to sit with us?" "You think she needs protection?" "No, I think the first asshole who tries something will need a doctor or a mortician." Gail bit the corner of her bottom lip. "I think we may be too late." A couple of football players had sat down on either side of Pat and were starting to make some off-color comments about dykes. Keith doubted either of them even noticed the way she had shifted her body slightly, taking the dull end of a fork she found lying on the table and letting it protrude a half inch past her thumb. She had glanced towards one and then the other. She was already three steps ahead of them, and they didn't even know it. Keith wasn't waiting for backup from Gail. He just walked over with his tray and sat down right across from Pat. She, to say the least, looked surprised. "Sorry I'm late," he said. Pat just stared at him. This wasn't something she knew how to handle. Gail sat down beside Keith. "Hey, you left a book in my car on Saturday," she said, blatantly lying. She looked back and forth between the two jocks. "Can we help you with something?" They looked confused. These two were part of the elite . . . part of THEM. What were they doing with HER? "Hey Bill," Keith said, addressing one of the letter-jacketed monkeys. "I think the coach was looking for you." Keith had just done the guy a favor . . . he had given him an out. Bill hit the other guy on the shoulder and the two of them stood up and wandered off, giving the threesome dirty looks. "I didn't need your help," Pat said, quickly returning to her sandwich. "Maybe. But they did," Gail responded with an over-the-top grin. "It's part of our jock-protection program. Step one is preventing them from doing anything stupid around you." Keith took a sip of soda. Pat's blood pressure was a little higher than normal and she felt warm. She was a proud girl. She had never asked or needed anyone to fight her battles for her. True warriors always stood alone. But she knew that these two, for whatever reason, had only been trying to help. And they probably DID prevent those two CroMagnon men from getting hurt and crying like little girls all the way to the principal's office. She took a deep breath, swallowed the air (and a little bit of her pride) and uttered a few surprising words. "Thank you." Gail almost choked on her meatloaf. Keith almost got a headache trying to avoid spewing his drink out his nose. Pat looked at the two, a little irritated and a little amused. Hadn't they ever heard someone say "thank you" before? Gail composed herself. "I also didn't want to lose my lunch when you stabbed that guy in the eye." "I wasn't going to stab him in the eye," Pat said quietly. She paused for a moment. "I was going to jab him in the throat just below the jaw. He wouldn't be able to breath. I was going to stab the other guy in the groin. Not hard enough to . . ." Gail had started to laugh. Keith had gone pale as a sheet. Pat stared at them for almost a minute. Gail was laughing so hard she almost fell off her chair. Keith just kept muttering, "That ain't funny." And much to everyone's surprise, Pat actually cracked a smile. --------------- ----------------- In Dr. Martin's office . . . --------------- ----------------- "YOU WHAT?!" Lola exclaimed. "You shoud'n have said anything! You could get in SO much trouble!" Lola had swung by for a quick kiss and to say hi. There wasn't enough time for any nookie, but she anticipated that Carolyn would have been in the mood later anyway. But then her lover had dropped a bombshell when she told Lola about her decision to let Pat Baker in on their relationship. "I had to earn her trust, and the fastest way to do that is to put something I valued in her hands. She's not going to tell anyone. Trust me. I wouldn't endanger you like that." "Me? I'm just the lunch lady. You've got a reputation and . . ." "You're a lunch lady with six months left on her parole. I know you can't afford to lose this job. Your PO is a fucker and would love to write you up for something. And knowing all that, I was still confident in my decision." Carolyn wrapped her arms around Lola's neck and pressed her lips against those of the hot Latina. "I can always find a new job. I'll never do anything that I think might make me lose you." Lola blushed. She should be mad. Carolyn's career would take a major blow if a sex scandal broke out, particularly if it involved another woman. But ever since they had first met in the Springfield Prison library, Lola had been unable to feel anything but infatuation and then love towards the hot redhead. Carolyn kissed her, and the kiss lasted a while. Then Lola felt a familiar hand worming its way under Lola's waistband and towards her . . . "Babe, we can't! You've got . . . oh God . . . you've got . . ." Lola was trying to object, but her lover's fingers were under her panties and fingering her moistening sex. Carolyn was also grabbing Lola's ass through her work pants and had started nibbling on her ear. Objecting was beginning to seem less and less reasonable. "You're gonna get us in trouble," she moaned. "Just something to tide you over until tonight," Carolyn whispered as she ground her palm against Lola's mound and churned her pussy with those educated fingers. "When you come home tonight, I thought I might wear that prison guard outfit," she added. Lola was already picturing it. Every woman she had known in prison had wanted to fuck one of the guards, one way or the other. Carolyn had known that, so she had gotten an outfit and had been waiting at her apartment when Lola got there. She had also handcuffed herself to the bed. Lola had fucked her so hard that she had to call in sick the next day because she couldn't walk straight. "I figured you could ravish my helpless body, then maybe I'll fix dinner while you work on your poetry and then . . . then maybe you'll be ready to fuck me again," Carolyn added. She was rubbing her palm against Lola's clit, and Lola was pressing her hips against Carolyn's hand. She was in heat, but that was no surprise. Being around Carolyn put her in heat. "You're gonna make me cum in my pants," Lola said. "They're dark and stained anyway. No one will notice," the redhead shot back, moving her fingers faster. Lola's skin had already started to shiver and she expelled her breath all at once. She clenched her thighs, trying to trap Carolyn's hand. The Hispanic girl was gripping the edge of her lover's desk as her orgasm hit. Even after the first wave ended, she felt Carolyn's fingers continue their exploration, albeit a little more leisurely. Lola's chest was heaving as Carolyn kissed the trace perspiration from her neck. She pulled her fingers out, offering them to Lola. Lola suckled on them, and then Carolyn finished licking them clean. "Thanks for lunch," Carolyn said with a grin. ------- ------------------ Friday evening . . . ------- ------------------ Pat was standing in her room, and she had no idea what to do. 'How did I get myself into this?' She had wound up having lunch with Keith and Gail every day that week. They had taken it upon themselves to "protect" her from the rest of the school, with a small amount of success. The other denizens of Springfield High School had no idea what to do with this sudden alliance. Particularly since the guy they were wanting to "avenge" was now hanging with the enemy. Then, Gail had quite publicly asked Pat if she wanted to go to the movies with them on Friday night. In a moment of well-controlled but very real panic, Pat had said yes. Otherwise, it would have made her two . . . lunch companions . . . look silly. So she was going out with . . . them. "My eyes doth deceive me," came Tobias's voice from the doorway. "Our little girl is all grown up," he added with a melodramatic sniff. "Don't start." She put her hands down in her lap dejectedly. "Tobias, I . . ." She stopped, looking nervously towards the door. She heard footsteps coming down the hallway. It sounded like her father, and any hint of doubt had to be suppressed. Mr. Reginald Baker wasn't fond of doubt. Tobias felt a little chill. He knew that Patrice wasn't afraid of her father. There was probably only one thing in the world that scared her, and he didn't even want to think about that. He knew, more than anyone, how much pressure the girl was under, placed there by everyone else's expectations (and partially her own). Mr. Baker walked into his daughter's room, almost failing to even notice Tobias. Tobias walked down the hall and down the stairs. "You're going out?" the gray-haired, solid-looking man said. Mr. Baker and his wife had waited a while before deciding to start their family in large part to their respective careers, so there was a greater age difference in the Baker family than might be considered normal. "Yes sir," she replied, staring at her hands. "Is your homework done?" "Yes sir." "And how did training go today?" "Two hours after we got home." She almost smiled. "Buddy was running really well today, so we stayed a few extra . . ." "I think it might be good to get into a few competitions this summer," Mr. Baker interrupted. "Just to stay in trim. Want to be on the top of your game when you go to West Point," he added proudly. "Yes sir," she replied. She looked up. "Have you seen Buddy this evening?" she asked. Buddy had wanted to show off a drawing he had done. But Pat knew the answer before it dripped out of her father's lips. "No, but he's been holed up with your mother all evening. They're going to be watching that movie he likes. I'll talk to him later." He kissed Pat on the head and then left. Pat was gripping her hands so tightly that the veins were clearly visible through the white skin. She stared at the trophy case she had built to house her brother's accomplishments. She had asked her father to help, but he had first told her that it was a silly project and later that it would do her good to struggle through it on her own anyway. At the bottom of the stairs, Tobias sighed. He had heard enough to know that it had been the same old same old. He had never seen two such intelligent and generally decent people be such bad parents. If it weren't for the genuine affection that Mrs. Baker had for her son, he would have given up on them completely. He heard a knock on the door. It was Gail. "Hey Toby," she said, trying to get his guile. It just made him grin. This girl could be a good influence on the young Ms. Baker. "Hey G," he replied. "Patrice . . . Pat will be down in a moment. Where all are you off to this evening?" "Got tickets to the sneak preview of Serenity. It's gonna be off the charts." "I'm assuming that means it will be good," he said rolling his eyes. "Yuppers. Hey, is Buddy around? I wanted to say hi before we take off." "Buddy is with his mother. They've already started a movie of their own, but I'll pass along your intentions." Gail scrunched up her nose. "Does Pat want to stick around and watch with them? I didn't think you could peel her away from that boy." "She does look after him, doesn't she?" he said fondly. Then his voice and face took on more somber expressions. "Unfortunately, Pat and her mother . . . well, they don't have the most cordial relationship," he said. He really wanted this possible friendship between Gail and Pat to take hold, and Tobias realized that there were things that the young girl would probably need to know. "What's that mean?" Gail asked. "I can't go into the specifics at the moment," the butler said, "but suffice to say that the politics in this household are slightly more convoluted than at the U.N. Sometimes I think Pat is the one lone activist trying to make things right in a very poorly run system." About then, they heard Pat descending the staircase. It almost broke Tobias's heart to see that some of Pat's tentative enthusiasm from earlier had been replaced with a familiar sadness. But he knew something that would cheer her up and maybe help her enjoy her evening. "Oh Ms. Baker, I don't know if your father mentioned it, but your Uncle Lyle will be in town next week on business and will be staying here." "Lyle?" A smile crept onto Pat's face, lighting it up. "Have you told Buddy?" "No," he replied. "You know Buddy can't sleep when we give him advanced warning of your uncle's visits." Pat felt a little lighter. "Uncle Lyle is really good to Buddy," she said, remembering that Gail was waiting. The two girls walked down the long driveway as Tobias watched. 'He's good to you too,' he thought. 'Maybe he'll be able to shed some light for your friends in ways that I can't,' he added hopefully. ---------- -------------- At the movies . . . ---------- -------------- "So what're you getting?" Keith asked, trying to draw their somewhat-reluctant companion into conversation. She had been dead quiet since they left her house, and Gail hadn't been able to fill him in on what had gone on there. Of course, he had been so busy gawking at the size of the house that he probably wouldn't have heard her anyway. "Getting?" Pat asked. "Yeah . . . refreshments." "Oh." Pat felt as out of place as George Bush at a spelling bee. She watched the way the other patrons interacted with joviality and intimacy and realized she had no idea how to be like that. "Uhm . . . probably water." "Unh unh," Gail said, butting into the conversation. "Eating and drinking healthy is a violation of movie-going etiquette." "She's generally quite insistent on this," Keith warned Pat, who was looking confused. "Damn skippy," Gail continued. "Since you're new to movie-watching-with-Gail experience, I'll make it simple. You must eat something fattening and drink something that is brownish in color. Popcorn must either have butter or salt, and you get double points for both. Nachos must have extra cheese and/or jalapenos. I recommend both. Hot dogs must have at least TWO condiments . . ." "In case you're wondering, she's ACTUALLY got these written down someplace. When she started dating Todd," Keith said, looking at the aforementioned boyfriend, "she actually tested him on the rules." "I got a 'B'," Todd replied, a little ashamedly. "Did she ever test you?" Pat asked, trying to process the rules. Strangely, the rules comforted her. She understood rules. "Nah. I've been movie-watching with her since we were old enough to go. Actually, I was the one who developed the nacho rules." "And wonderful additions those rules were," Gail said. "So what's it gonna be?" Pat looked at the brightly lit sign that held high prices and caloric temptation. She made a decision. About an hour later, Pat was trying to watch the movie and clean the rest of the cheese from her nachos off of her fingers. She had been tentative at first, particularly when she got to the mildly acidic jalapenos. But the combination of flavors had quickly become quite addictive. She almost forgot that she was in a theatre, seated dangerously close to a handsome young man who . . . 'When did he become "handsome?' she thought to herself. Just a few weeks earlier, she had been ready to rip Keith's arm off. 'It wasn't like it was personal,' she reminded herself. She glanced out the side of her eye at him, then focused straight on the screen. 'Stop acting like . . . like . . .' She couldn't bring herself to even think it. She couldn't believe that she was ACTUALLY acting like a teenaged girl. 'He's just a boy,' she thought. 'You can handle this.' "Remember to breathe," was whispered in Pat's ear. Gail, unlike either of the two males present, had noticed Pat's awkwardness had had readily discerned the cause. "He IS cute though," she whispered with a certain levity, settling back into her seat while Pat blushed, thanking the Lord Almighty for the cover of darkness. "I have to use the bathroom," Pat said, scooting her way quickly and vanishing up the aisle. She made her way at great haste to the lady's lavatory. It was the middle of most showings, so the room was empty. She put her hands on the sink and lowered her head. She was actually shaking, she had a headache and her heart seemed to be going a mile a minute. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her bottle of migraine medicine. She never went anywhere without it those days. She placed two pills in her mouth and cupped water into her hand. Then, in the mirror, she noticed that Gail was standing behind her. "I just came to see if you wanted to talk," Gail said, a little worried now. "You okay?" "Yeah. Just a little headache," Pat replied. In fact, her head was spinning. She sat down against the wall, and Gail knelt next to her. "Bullshit," Gail said. "Listen, do you want me to take you home?" "No," Pat said. Then she realized she meant it. "No I don't. I just get these headaches from time to time. The nachos probably didn't help," she added. Gail was burning with curiosity. She felt Pat was being evasive. "Pat, talk to me. This isn't you just a headache, and it probably isn't just you getting weak at the knees because you're next to a cute boy." Pat tried to smile. The world wasn't quite so dizzy anymore. "No. I . . . I don't know what's going on. I don't even know him . . . Keith . . . so why am I suddenly staring at him?" she asked dejectedly. "Because he's hot and you're a girl." She slowly reached out and touched Pat's forehead. Strangely, Pat let her. "You're burning up," she said. "Maybe you need to go home and sleep." "Don't have time. I . . . I have to workout and train some more before going to bed and . . ." Run Ch. 02 "You're sick!" Gail interrupted. "That doesn't matter," Pat whispered. "You don't know my . . . you don't know Mr. Baker." Gail felt a chill. What was going on in that house? "Surely your dad wouldn't mind you taking a break because of your headaches." "He doesn't know about them," Pat confessed. "What?! You have to . . ." "I can't tell him. And neither can you," Pat almost hissed, then got herself under control. "He can't know." "Does your mom know? Or Buddy or Tobias?" "No. Please don't say anything," Pat said. "I'll live. It's just a headache," she reiterated, still trying to convince Gail as well as herself. Pat felt the medicine kick in, and her face became noticeably calmer. "Better," she said. She looked Gail in the eyes. "Thank you," she said. Gail began to wonder what else was going on in this pretty girl's mind, and if she even had anyone else she could talk to. "Anytime," she replied. ------------ ---------------- A few hours later . . . ------------ ---------------- "So what happened in the bathroom?" Keith asked after they had dropped Pat off. By the time the two girls had returned, Pat had been in control again. Only Gail had any idea of the girl's true state. "We just had a talk. I . . . I can't tell you everything. She made me promise not to, and I want her to trust me." "Is it bad?" Todd asked. "Yeah, I think it is. We need to get Tobias . . . or maybe this uncle of hers . . . to talk. Someone's got to know what's going on in her head." "She's still talking to Dr. Martin at school. Think there might be some kind of record in there?" "We can't," Gail replied. "We can't violate her trust. Just be nice to her and treat her with respect. She'll open up to use eventually. I know it," she said. She really hoped that wound up being true. ----------- -------------- ------- Back at Pat's house . . . ----------- -------------- ------- Buddy walked down the stairs, decked out in his favorite pajamas and wanting a glass of water. He shuffled towards the kitchen. Strangely, Tobias was awake and in the main house rather than his own quarters out back. He was peeking through a crack in the kitchen door. Tobias held a finger to his lips, and Buddy knew to be silent. He may have only had the intellectual development of a ten-year old, but he saw and understood more than many people thought. At a glance, he saw his sister standing at the kitchen island, bags of ice on her hands and a wet cloth draped over her head. Tobias shook his head. He had heard her hitting the heavy bag in her room as soon as she got back from her outing. He thought she was simply engaged in her obsession of trying to make her father happy, but when he had heard and seen her come into the kitchen, he knew it was worse. He had found the headache medication in her room once, though he had never told her. And he guessed that she sometimes worked out and trained until her whole body hurt, hoping it would dull the pain of her migraines. Even now, she was icing everything and meditating, convincing her body that the pain was an illusion. It was a remarkable and, in Tobias's opinion, often self-destructive ability of mind over matter. She didn't eat as much as she should, she certainly didn't get enough sleep, and she expected more out of herself than anyone had any right to ask. But no matter what Tobias or Buddy did, she just kept pushing. Every morning, she woke up and exercised and trained before school. She went to school, went to Buddy's running practice, came home and did homework, then worked out and trained some more. Her father didn't notice that she was working herself to the bone, and her mother didn't much care. She loved her son, but despised her daughter for being her father's obvious favorite. 'As if that were her fault,' Tobias thought, shaking his head. Tobias and Buddy wanted to comfort her, but knew she would react defensively. She was a warrior in an old and true sense. She would endure her pain . . . isolated and silent. She would wake up the next day and do it all again. Tobias only prayed that these new friends might be her salvation. Buddy sighed and shuffled into the room as Tobias made himself scarce. His sister looked up and, as her brother wrapped an arm over her shoulder, she did what she always did. She put on her brave face before her brother and forced herself to smile. ------------ ----------------- To be continued . . . Run Ch. 03 This story is a bit wordy and fairly long, so if you are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to look elsewhere. It contains heterosexual and lesbian sexual activity. --------------- ----------------- The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead (or just confused) is entirely coincidental. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or in total, without the author's permission. This story takes place in the entirely fictional city of Springfield, California, so don't go looking for it on a map. And in my little fictional world, there are no unwanted pregnancies or STD's, except as plot driving devices. The author encourages the practice of safe-sex. This is part of an ongoing series. Please check out earlier part(s) for background and character history. ----- ------------- "Thanks for seeing me on such short notice," Pat said, having a seat in Dr. Martin's office once again. "Not a problem. I must say I'm happy that you're so much more willing to talk, particularly since you're not really required to be here anymore." The attractive redheaded woman looked over the top of her glasses at her young "patient." "What's on your mind?" Pat had worked it all out in her head, but suddenly her words failed her. She just sat there with her mouth open. Carolyn Martin was amused. This was a bright, athletic and beautiful girl, but she had the social skills of a hermit. "When . . . when did everything get complicated?" Pat practically growled, standing suddenly and beginning to pace. She felt a pressure inside her that had grown increasingly uncomfortable as of late. "I don't know what to do, and I'm not even sure what the problem is. I mean, they're just teenagers . . . I guess friends . . . so . . ." She stopped and took a breath. She had to keep control of herself. Carolyn watched the young woman enter into an almost trance-like state. "Are you really THAT afraid of letting loose?" she asked. "What do you mean?" "The whole point of coming in here to talk to me is so that you don't need to keep stuff bottled up, but you're still trying to do that. Just let it out." "I can't," Pat whispered, sitting down. "Mr. Baker doesn't like mistakes." "Your father . . ." Carolyn was in the rare situation of getting frustrated herself. "Is pleasing your father THAT important to you? So important that you'd drive yourself insane to do it?" Pat uttered something she'd never thought she'd say out loud. At first, she wasn't even aware that she was doing it. "If I make him 'proud,' he forgets how disappointed he is in my brother. And making him 'proud' is the only thing I know how to do." For a moment, there was silence. It was the most genuine, personal thing that Pat Baker had ever admitted to anyone. Carolyn walked over, knelt and took Pat's hands in her own. "I don't understand what it must be like for you. I know of both your parents. People like that don't move to a town like this and not be noticed. Big time players, right? But you don't have to be like them. You're eighteen years old. You're entire life is ahead of you." "I've already told you," Pat whispered, depression setting in. "It's not my life." "Why not?" "Because . . . because I don't know how to make it my life." Carolyn kissed the girl's hands. It wasn't a come-on or erotic in any fashion. It was a sympathetic move. "The first thing you have to do is open yourself up. Let these new kids in your life be your friends. Let them in. And for crying out loud, give yourself a break! Let yourself make mistakes." "I can't. If I make mistakes . . ." "I know, you're father will be disappointed. But if you don't, you're going to make yourself sick, and you'll wind up making mistakes anyway." Pat sighed. She wondered if Ms. Martin had any idea how accurate she was, or of how sick Pat already felt most of the time. Carolyn smiled. "Talk to your friends. They'll probably admit to a lot of mistakes. But they're probably happier than you seem to be. Actually," she added, "why don't you talk to Lola?" "Your . . . girlfriend?" Pat asked. "Why?" "Because Lola can probably explain better than anyone that making a mistake doesn't have to be the end of your life. It could just make it the beginning." ----------- ---------------------- At lunch the next day. . . ----------- ---------------------- The group of four teenagers was sitting at their table, and Keith was telling the story of when he and Gail, then both fourteen, had gotten caught trying to toilet-paper the house of a local politician who had been trying to get the city council to past a stricter curfew ordinance for the district they lived in. The motion-detector activated lights, causing the two conspirators to panic. When they turned to run, Gail's foot had slipped and she had fallen into the soft earth of a flower bed. When the owner of the house had looked out his window, all he saw was a mud-covered creature dripping lilies and leaving a trail of toilet paper screaming down his lawn. It had been pretty easy to find which house she had gone to at that point, and Gail had been grounded for a month. Throughout the story, Gail had tried to keep her face covered to hide her blush, but she was also laughing so hard she couldn't breathe. Todd was grinning and taking mental notes of things he could use against his girlfriend at a later date. But Pat noticed one thing about the story that almost got glossed over. Despite his involvement, Gail hadn't turned on Keith. And Keith had appreciated that. He had snuck over to her house whenever he could and they played cards and gorged on the candy he brought. They had tons of stories like that. Todd had heard them all already, so Pat's ears were a welcome outlet. "What about you?" Keith asked, looking right at the newcomer. "You ever get in trouble?" Pat wracked her brain. "No, not really." "Your dad keep a close eye on ya?" Todd said, a grin on his face. Todd looked at his comrades. "On a military base, everyone knows who the boss's kids are. You're a brave soul if you're the one who gets them in trouble." "I guess," Pat said. "No one really tried." Her friends looked stunned. "You've never really dealt with Mr. Baker. He's not someone you cross," she added, trying to find something else to look at. She noticed that Lola, the lunch lady, was popping out the back of the kitchen. "Hey, I'll be back in a few." Keith watched Pat stand up and wander off. He figured she was just going to the bathroom. He also caught himself checking out her firm backside. Gail had said she was in great shape, and he had often wondered just what that drab fashion of hers was hiding. Pat snuck out of the cafeteria and around the side of the building. She had half expected to find Lola smoking. Instead, she was kicked back against the wall reading a book. "Lola?" Pat said. The beautiful, tough looking Hispanic woman looked up and smiled. "Hey. Carolyn told me you might be comin' round sometime." "She did?" "Yeah. Figured you were finally tryin' to figure stuff out in your head. Got it in that brain of hers that I might be able to help." Pat sat down next to her. "What are you reading?" she asked. Lola held up the book. It was titled "Tender Buttons" by Gertrude Stein. "She's one of my favorites. "I'm not good at poetry." Lola put the book down. "I can't get enough of it. I write some too. Carolyn keeps encouraging me to do it. She wants me to send it to some agent or publisher or somethin'. It just helps me get my head clear." "I wish I could do that," Pat muttered. "How . . . how did you two meet?" "In prison," Lola replied. She noticed that Pat didn't back away or look nervous. 'This is one cool customer,' she thought. "When I was young, I thought I was invulnerable. I was the baddest girl in the world," she added, a look of sardonic amusement on her face. "Strange. I always thought I didn't need anyone, but eventually that just made me pick the wrong kinda people to be around. Don't get me wrong . . . I'm not passin' the buck. I made my decisions. I just didn't have anyone around who tried to help me make the right ones." "So how'd you end up in jail?" "Armed robbery," Lola said. "I had a big-time heroine habit to support. Me and these guys were gonna hit a liquor store. Things went bad when one of my supposed friends decided it would be fun to rough up the guy behind the counter. It was just some white kid workin' his way through college. That was when I realized that somethin' was wrong. I didn't want to hurt nobody. It was just one of those moments, ya know? I realized I'd let things get so bad that some kid wasn't gonna get capped just 'cause I needed a fix." Lola closed her eyes. It wasn't one of her favorite memories. "What happened to the clerk?" Pat asked. She was totally absorbed in the story. "He lived. My associate pointed a gun at him and I stood in the way. Could'a swore I was gonna die right then and there. Kept tellin' him that we didn't need to hurt nobody and that he'd be in a hell of a lot more trouble for killin' somebody than for robbin' 'em. Didn't know the clerk had already triggered the alarm. I was just standing there when the cops showed up. My partners freaked. One of 'em ran out the back door. The other turned and pointed his gun at the cops. They shot 'em dead right in front of me. I dropped my piece. I was scared shitless. Cops came stormin' in and pointing guns at me. The bad-ass-bitch was cryin' like a baby when they stuck me in patrol car." "I'm sorry," Pat said. "Don't be. I put myself in that place. But I got myself a majorly reduced sentence for tryin' to help the clerk. He actually showed up and testified on my behalf. I'd tried to rob him, and he was tryin' to help me. It sucked. I'd finally decided I wanted to turn stuff around when the judge's gavel was comin' down." "But you did, right? Turn things around?" "With help from a certain redhead I did." Lola noticed that Pat looked confused. "She was providing psychiatric evaluations for the prison. She started there about a year after I arrived. Weird. I wasn't even on her case list. But by then, I'd started spendin' time in the prison library. I figured I needed to know more stuff if I wanted to turn my life around. I didn't have the slightest fuckin' idea how I was gonna do it. Mostly, I just wound up reading books of poetry. That's when I started writing but . . ." "But what?" Pat asked. "But I was scared to show it to anyone. I felt like such an idiot. But one day, Carolyn was doing an interview in the library 'cause her usual meeting room was being renovated. She saw me readin' a book of stuff by Edgar Allen Poe. I don't know why she did it, but she came over. I still remember her quotin' 'The Bells' just off the top of her head. I just looked up and saw this . . . beautiful woman . . ." Lola was actually blushing. "All I could say was 'Hi. I Lola.' I just stared at her and she started to laugh. She was just so . . ." "Beautiful?" Pat finished with a smile. "I got that part." Lola covered her blushing face with her book. "Sorry. It's hard to stop once I start with that. Anyway, she just sat down and talked poetry with me. Some of my stuff was on the table, so she just started readin' it. She liked it for some reason. I dunno. But she started comin' round to see how I was doin.' She was the only visitor I had, and sometimes she'd drop by the library when she could take a break from work. She donated some new poetry books to the library so I'd have more stuff to read." "When . . . when did you figure out that there was something more between you?" Pat asked. "Sorry. I guess that's none of my business. Lola smiled. "Prison riot." "What?" "Prison riot. The maximum security wing 'residents' decided they didn't like there living conditions I guess. Anyway, when things get hot in a prison, they lock everything down to keep the mob from spreadin'. She and I got locked in the library together with a couple other girls. These other inmates were lookin' over the Doc like she was a sack lunch. I let 'em know in no uncertain terms that they weren't goin' to get anywhere near her without a lot of blood loss. They knew I meant business. She and I went and hid back up in the stacks. Carolyn's no scaredy-cat, but she was freaked. She was clinging to me . . ." Lola was remembering how wonderful the woman had smelled. "Sorry. This is the part where I need to stop talkin'," she said. She could still remember Carolyn hugging her for protection . . . then kissing her and then . . . Lola had fucked a lot of people, but she had never made love until that day in the stacks. "That's the same looks SHE gets when she talks about you," Pat said. Lola felt her heart flutter. "She does?" "Yep." Lola was smiling from ear to ear. "I'm so lucky I found her. I wanted to make my life better, but I don't know if I could do it on my own." "But you DID make it better," Pat said. "Yeah. I just had to make a decision. Continue along a self-destructive path or make a new one. I made the choice, and Carolyn made it worth it. I had to lean on her a bit, but sometimes that's the way it goes." Lola shook her head as if coming out of a sleep. "Sorry, I can't believe I babbled on like that. Carolyn said you might want me to talk about something. What was it?" Pat smiled. "You just said it," she said. She stood up and headed back inside as the lunch bell rang. She looked back. "She really does love you, you know." Lola clutched her book and sighed. She couldn't wait until she got home. She had a certain redhead she needed to make love to for a long, long time. --------- ---------------- That evening . . . --------- ---------------- Carolyn dropped her keys and purse off on the end table next to the front door of an apartment. She stopped in the hall, taking a deep sniff. She smelled a heavenly aroma! Something spicy, Carolyn suspected. 'Hot damn!' she thought. 'My woman's cooking!' Her girlfriend made the best Mexican food on the planet. But as she turned the corner to the kitchen, she discovered that food wasn't the only thing Mexican on her menu. Lola was standing next to the stove, her strong hands chopping up an assortment of peppers and onions. She was wearing a chef's apron and . . . that was all. Her brown hair tumbled softly down her back, leading Carolyn's gaze to that firm, perfect bottom. Lola glanced over her shoulder, a shy but sensual smile residing on her face. "Hey beautiful," she said, turning back to her work but flipping her hair and exposing that delicious neck to Carolyn. Carolyn couldn't resist, just as Lola had expected. The redheaded woman sidled up behind Lola and kissed Lola's neck. She pressed herself against her girlfriend's naked back. "What's the special occasion?" she asked. "Not that I mind." She kissed Lola's neck again. Lola was struggling to keep calm. She wanted to drive Carolyn insane. "Just felt in the mood," she replied. She put the knife down, reached behind her and grabbed one of Carolyn's hands, placing it on Lola's bare ass cheek. "Mind keepin' those warm?" she asked. "The rest is almost done." Carolyn wasn't sure what was going through her lover's mind, but she liked it. Normally, she wanted Lola to be aggressive and just fuck the living hell out of her, but sometimes it was nice for a more romantic evening at home. This was apparently going to be one of those nights. She squeezed Lola's ass, trying to slide her hand up the woman's body but having it slapped away with the broadside of the knife. "Unh unh," Lola reprimanded. "No dessert until after the meal." Carolyn grumbled, but inwardly she was happy. She knew that Lola was up to something and it could only be good for her. "Why don't you have a seat . . . besides mine, that is," Lola whispered, turning and giving Carolyn a warm kiss. Carolyn didn't want to play anymore. She wanted to do very naughty things to Lola. But the girl, who was ten years her junior, was in control. She walked over to the dining room table and sat down. When she did, she felt her foot brush against a bag on the floor. "What the . . ." "Don't you dare look in there," Lola said. "As a matter of fact, maybe you should put your hands on the table." 'Damn it,' Carolyn thought. She had wanted to provide herself with some personal relief while she waited, but Lola wasn't going to let that happen. Soon, a sizzling plate of fajitas was placed in front of Carolyn, while Lola took a smaller portion. The redhead was a little surprised, as normally Lola was a voracious eater. Lola took off her apron and sat down naked across the table from Carolyn. "Eat up," she purred. No sooner than had the good doctor put the first fork of meat and spices on a warm tortilla than she felt something against her knee. Slowly, Lola was pushing her foot between Carolyn's thighs and against her swollen mound, rubbing against the woman's panties with her toes. "Oh . . ." Carolyn gasped. "Keep eating," Lola said with a grin. "You wouldn'a wanna upset the cook, would you?" Carolyn started to eat. Every morsel seemed a million times more delicious than the last. And all the while, Lola's foot kept pressing and rubbing and kneading Carolyn's crotch. Juice from the meat was dribbling down her chin as her own juices were dribbling down her thighs. Lola quickly finished her own meal, preferring to spend time watching Carolyn savor the bites and the passing moments. The doctor's face was perspiring and some of her hair was plastered to her forehead. And no matter how much she ate, she still obviously hungered. Carolyn gripped the edge of the table as she felt a wonderful and familiar pressure in her loins. She squeezed her thighs together against Lola's leg and pressed her panty-clad pussy against that loving foot. And she came. It felt like it would go on forever as she achieved release on Lola's toes, and she half wished it would. She arched her back and stared at the ceiling as her breasts heaved and her body tightened, expelling her cum with abandon. She barely noticed when the pressure from her groin vanished, but when she looked across the table, she definitely noticed that Lola was missing . . . missing until, that is, Carolyn felt her knees being pushed apart by a force under the table. Soft lips caressed the insides of her thighs, as did a talented little tongue. Carolyn couldn't eat another bite. Her body was at maximum arousal, and her stomach just wasn't interested in anything. It was Lola's turn to satisfy her appetite. Lola sniffed her lover's crotch, then licked it . . . then kissed the moist satin of Carolyn's panties . . . then placed the width of her tongue against the fabric and drug it upward. The tongue started to move faster while Lola traced her fingernails along the sensitive skin of her girlfriend's inner thighs. For Carolyn, it was maddening. For Lola, it was just the beginning. Lola let her hands drift to the floor where she opened the bag that Carolyn's foot had brushed against earlier. From it, she withdrew a small vibrator, a butt plug and a bottle of lubricant. She got the butt plug slicked up first, then nudged Carolyn's legs a little further apart before coaxing her to scoot closer to the edge of the chair. She then grabbed Carolyn's panties with her teeth and slid the plug into the redhead's willing asshole. She could feel Carolyn's sphincter clutching at it like a baby at a pacifier. "One down . . ." Lola began. Then she fired up the thin, five-inch tacky-pastel-green vibrator and pressed the first inch into Carolyn's sex. Carolyn was chewing on her cloth napkin and groaning somewhat loudly. Lola was running the vibrator up and down her slot while sucking on one outer labia and then the other. Having something in her ass was a happy bonus. Since Lola could check, Carolyn shoved a hand into her own blouse and tweaked her nipple. Run Ch. 03 Meanwhile, Lola was using her free hand to play with herself. She wasn't as concerned with her own gratification at the moment, but it seemed like the thing to do. She had two fingers pistoning her pussy as quickly as they would go, and she was humping her own hand against the floor as she continued her oral attack on Dr. Martin. Lola lowered the humming toy to the bottom of the entrance to her lover's paradise so she could insert her tongue above it, wiggling it generously. Then she removed the vibrator and placed it against the t-handle of the butt plug, causing THAT toy to vibrate. Carolyn began to cum again almost instantly. She was gripping her breast so tightly that she knew she'd leave an imprint when she was done, and was surprised that her mouth wasn't dry, since all the fluid in her body just got ejected onto Lola's face. "Feeling a little tense?" Lola asked jokingly from beneath the table, extracted both the butt plug and the vibrator from her girlfriend's exhausted body. 'She's not done yet, is she?' Carolyn thought for a moment. Then she felt something knew sliding into her pussy, and she was smiling again. Lola had pulled two other toys from the bag. The first was another smooth-sided vibrator, but this one curled at the end to tease the g-spot. Once Lola had slid it into place, she turned it on. The effects were obvious and immediate. Carolyn gasped and she started squirming in her seat. "Oh God!" she muttered. "What . . . what is that?" she moaned. "Somethin' I bought today. I figgered you'd like it," Lola replied happily. She was lubing up her other toy. It was that same massive dildo that she had sodomized Carolyn with in her office not to long before. But for a moment, she just watched the curved vibrator do its work. She would pump it occasionally to apply pressure to Carolyn's sweet spot, but the vibrations alone were doing a number on the redhead's body. Carolyn had ripped her blouse open and pulled her bra up above her generous tits and was mauling her breasts openly. She would grab her nipples and tug on them until they couldn't extend any further and then hold them there. Otherwise, all she could do is lean back in her chair and suffer sweet torment at the hands of the woman she loved. And when she felt the massive head of her favorite toy pushing its way into her asshole, she squealed in delight. Due to the earlier presence of the plug, Carolyn sphincter offered less resistance than usual. Of course, it still hurt like a bugger at first due to the thickness, but Carolyn eagerly endured it so that the mind-numbing pleasure could set in. The head popped in and she moaned gratefully. And then she felt the rubbery dong penetrate deeper and deeper into her bowels, filling her in a way that Lola knew she loved. Her ass stretched and the pressure ebbed and throbbed. Lola just left the curved vibe in Carolyn's front door, letting it thrum contentedly inside its new home. This allowed her to pump the large phallus in Carolyn's ass while masturbating at the same time. It was a good time to be Lola, and a better one to be her lover. "Harder!" Carolyn cried, her legs and ass cheeks spread. Lola was thrust as hard as she could. Her tempo was upset when she reached her own orgasm, dripping cum onto the kitchen floor. She had to rest her forehead on Carolyn's leg, waiting for the ebbing to subside. Then she grabbed the dildo with a firmer grip and pounded it home. She wrapper her lips around Carolyn's clit and sucked for all she was worth. Lola could feel the vibrations of the toy in the woman's pussy. It made her lips tingle. She stopped from time to time to stick her tongue deep in the slot, but mostly she stimulated that clitoris until Carolyn was ready to burst. Finally, Carolyn came for a third time. She had just enough strength to let out a low wail, but that was about it. Lola left the dildo in her ass and played with the vibrator, keeping her lover at maximum sensation for as long as possible. What felt like hours passed by as Carolyn's mind tried to come back on-line. In fact, it was only a few moments. Lola extracted the toys and crawled out from under the table. Her girlfriend was covered in sweat, her blouse was ripped, her breasts pink from abuse and her face . . . her face was wholly satisfied. Lola straddled the woman's lap and then kissed her softly on the lips. "Not . . . not that I'm complaining," Carolyn said dreamily, "but what brought THIS on?" "I just kinda got reminded today how much I love you," Lola replied, blushing a little. Carolyn pulled Lola against her and just held the Hispanic hottie in place for a few minutes. "That's something you can always assume," she added. "I love you too." The two women stayed in that position for a while, basking in the glow of desires indulged and feelings that had been expressed. --------- ---------------- Across town . . . --------- ---------------- Pat and Buddy had just gotten home from their tradition practice. It had just been the two of them that evening, but it didn't stop them. Buddy couldn't go a day without running, and Pat couldn't say no when he asked to go to the track. They had just managed to catch the last bus home. "Why don't you go up to your room," she told her brother. "Take a shower, and I'll finish up my English homework. Then maybe we can read a story," she added, thinking to herself that she still had her expected two-hour workout and an hour of hitting the pell, half an hour of kata training and then more condition. Mr. Baker had informed her that he wanted her to polish her Hapkido weapons training, so she was expected to take lessons over the summer. He didn't want her slacking off before entering the military. Just the thought of it all brought about an all-too-familiar pressure in her head. "Or maybe we can go out for pizza and ice-cream?" came a booming voice from Mr. Baker's study. "Uncle Lyle!" Buddy shouted, almost trampling his sister to get to the man in question. "Uncle Lyle" was a mountain of a man, in more ways than one. He had put on a few pounds since his days in the Marines, but it just added to his intimidating profile. The man was six feet, six inches tall and weighed in at close to three-hundred pounds. He wasn't someone trifled with lightly, but his form failed to belie his true nature. Lyle was a great big teddy bear. "How's my favorite niece and nephew?" he asked picking up and enthusiastic Buddy in a bear hug. Pat was smiling, though a little more reserved. "Hi Mr. . . . " "If you call me Mr. Baker, I'm gonna be cross with you young woman," Lyle said. He knew of the family dynamics around that place, and didn't much care for it. He'd tried to support the kids as much as he could, but his job was on the East coast and he couldn't get out here as much as he'd like. "C'mere!" He noticed that Pat offered him a nice formal handshake, same as she always did. And like always, he ignored it and picked her up. Pat had always wondered what it would be like to spar full-out with her uncle, but she'd never gotten the chance. While she thought she stood a chance in a fight, when her uncle decided to hug someone, he hugged them. Not that she really minded, except that the jossling wasn't helping her emerging headache at all. "Would you put them down?" Mr. Baker said, following his brother out into the foyer. "She's not a toy." Lyle noticed that Reginald's first thoughts were of his daughter and made no mention of his son. He really didn't understand his brother sometimes. Then he saw that his sister had arrived. "Hey Mary!" "Hi," she said. "Sorry I couldn't meet up with you earlier. Long business call," she said. She gave her son a warm hug. "How was practice? Good?" "It was good," Buddy said. "I'm gettin' faster," he said proudly. "He cut a good two seconds off his average time on the one-hundred," Pat said. Her mother glanced sideways at her. "You aren't pushing him too much are you? You really need to be more careful," she added. Pat blushed a little. "I didn't push him." "Of course you didn't," Mary Baker said, rolling her eyes and turning back to her son. Lyle was making a fist. It was always like this. His brother pushed Pat and ignored her brother. Mary doted on Buddy and looked down on her daughter. "C'mon kids, get ready," he said. "Can we invite Gail?" Buddy said. "She's nice." "Who's Gail?" "A friend of Patrice," Tobias said, making his presence known. "Tobias!" Pat growled. "Sorry Ms. Pat," the butler said with a wink. He wasn't sorry at all. "Wait," Lyle said. "Pat's 'friend'? You're rejoining the human race?" Pat rolled her eyes. "How did YOU get a friend?" Mary asked, wiping a smudge off Buddy's face. Pat felt herself grow clammy. "She's somewhat I met at school," Pat returned calmly. "And she volunteers at the Special Olympics now. She and her boyfriend Todd both do." "Let's invite them both," Lyle said. He HAD to meet the people that had broken down his niece's outer defenses. "They're probably busy. I think they and Keith . . ." "Who's Keith?" Reginald Baker asked. "He's just a boy," she replied. 'God, that sounded stupid,' she thought. "He's a friend of Gail's." "Pat likes Keith! Pat likes Keith!" Buddy said gleefully, then ran up to his room. Silence. Pat was mortified. Buddy hadn't even met Keith, and had only heard about him via conversations between Pat, Gail and Todd. "I don't know what he's talking about," Pat said, then ran out of explanation. "You? And a boy? Ha!" Mary said, then turned and went up the stairs. Pat clenched her fist. "I don't want you getting distracted by boys and extraneous outings," her father said. "You've got a busy summer ahead of you and you won't have time for such frivolities. There will be plenty of time for that sometime town the road," he added with finality. "And be careful what you eat this evening. This is no time to develop sloppy eating habits. You might want to take a couple of laps around the perimeter when you get back. Oh, and I talked with your principal today. He informed me that you're barely getting a 'B' in English, so you might want to spend an extra hour a day studying. Have fun with your uncle." Then her father vanished back into his study. The blood pounded in Pat's temples. "I'm sorry. I don't think I'm going to have time to go out tonight," she said, turning to her uncle who was chatting quietly with Tobias. You and Buddy go. I've got to . . ." "Nonsense. I get to spoil you two whenever I come for a visit," Lyle said. "That's my right as family. Now go call your friends and at least extend the invitation. If you REALLY want to do some exercising, I'll coach you later," he added with a grin, throwing a mock punch which Pat dodged without even really looking. 'Damn she's fast,' he thought. He had seen her compete once at an . . . eventful trip to Japan. She was so smooth and precise that she seemed machine-like. 'Doesn't surprise me,' he thought. 'It's what she's been trained her whole life to do.' Pat wanted to object, as her head was pounding, but she didn't want to let Lyle know the state she was in. She would endure the pain and play along. Again. "Okay," she replied. "But you don't have to . . ." "I want to spend time with my niece," Lyle interrupted, wrapping a mammoth arm around her shoulders. She didn't even come up to his collarbone, but she could probably kick his ass. "Now go get cleaned up." Tobias and Lyle watched the young woman ascend the stairs and vanish. "How bad is it?" Lyle asked. Tobias was his eyes and ears in the household. Recently, Lyle had gotten an obscure email about a possible problem, but Tobias had wanted to explain things when they met. Lyle was thankful that the older man was around. Pat needed someone looking after her. "A little bit better and a little bit worse. I found a bottle of pills in her room. Migraine medication, and in a substantial dosage. Her parents have no idea. She's not getting more than four or five hours of sleep most nights, between the training, the exercising, the studying and looking after her brother. And you heard what her father said. He'll just dump more in her lap and not even ask if she's got the time. But she'll make the time and won't complain to anyone. She's on a diet that would make Gandhi blanch. Her mother and father set impossible and conflicting standards for her the moment she was born, and she'll kill herself trying to achieve them." "Okay, now what's the 'better' part?" Lyle asked, very nervous. "These friends of hers . . . they've introduced some normality into her life. I've seen her actually acting like a girl her age a few times. It may make her feel awkward at times, but I see hope there." Tobias grinned. "I've met Gail and Todd. Gail is a character and has real 'best friend' material, and she speaks highly of Keith. Keith is the young boy Ms. Patrice 'disciplined' at school, apparently. But they seem to get along now." "Hopefully they'll be available. I'd like to meet them. How's Buddy?" "As annoying cheerful as ever. The doctors are a little concerned about his heart strength. I mean, he's lived longer than any of them expected, so they're not really sure what to do. If the Good Lord is watching, I hope He lets Buddy stay a while longer. If she were to lose him . . ." Tobias didn't need to say anything more. Both men knew what effect Buddy's death might have, not just on the family but particularly on Pat. It was the one thing that might actually break Pat's spirit. --------- -------------------------- In another part of town . . . --------- -------------------------- Keith was lying on his bed. His shorts were pushed down past his waist and his seven-inch member was waving like a flagpole. He had his hand wrapped around it and was stroking it gently. In his mind's eye, Pat was straddling his hips. He pictured her as having a well-defined set of abdominal muscles and small but perky breasts. In his fantasy, she had her hands on his chest as she bounced on his cock. He reached down and grabbed his balls. He actually shaved his sac because he heard it made the dick look bigger, but he had found he enjoyed the feel of it. He imagined that it was Pat reached a hand down there and playing with his balls. He imagined her smiling, then tried to picture what her face would look like when she climaxed. He imagined her glowing. Then he conjured up her voice, telling him how much she wanted to return the favor. In his fantasy, she climbed off his dick and kissed his chest, then his abdomen and then . . . finally . . . the head of his penis . . . his cock. Almost as soon as he imagined her taking it into her lips, he lost it. His cum went shooting up into the air like a fountain, splattering against his own midsection. He realized it had been a while since he breathed. "KEITH!" Keith almost jumped out of his skin as he covered his bare groin up with dirty laundry. Then he remembered that his door was locked. "Yes Mom?" "Gail is here!" "Get your butt down here! We're going out to eat!" came Gail's voice. He looked over at his cell phone and sighed. "Doesn't anyone call anymore?" he asked. It never even occurred to him to yell back and ask where they were going. ------- -------------------------- At a local pizza place . . . ------- -------------------------- Pat was staring more at the single piece of pizza she had been working on since they arrived. Her companions, particularly her brother, were putting away pepperoni like it was their last supper. "Slow down Buddy," Pat reminded him. "You'll upset your stomach." "Yours must be upset already," Gail said through a mouthful of pizza. "You've barely eaten anything." "Not hungry," she lied. She was famished. But she had figured out how long she'd have to jog to burn off the calories of a single slice, and she couldn't afford that much time. I can't believe you brought us here," she muttered, watching someone in a stuffed mouse costume wander by with a party of children. "You used to love coming here!" "When I was FIVE!" "Some things you shouldn't grow out of," Lyle shot back, taking a sip of "diet" soda. He put a handful of tokens. "Have at." Buddy was off like a flash. "He really likes . . . Woah, Turbo Racer 9!" Todd said, then grabbed a few tokens and ran off himself. "Better make sure your brother doesn't hurt himself," Lyle said. Pat looked over and watched her brother perched on a motorcycle simulator. Without grabbing any tokens herself, she put down her partially finished dinner and wandered over to join him. She had felt awkward sitting so close to Keith anyway, even though he didn't know of her brother's "confession." "So, Tobias has told me a lot about you," Lyle said to Gail. "What all is Toby saying?" "Toby?! That's fuckin' perfect!" "Thanks. Me and Toby go way back," Gail said, kicking back. "So I hear. Do you realize, by the way, that you're the first people I've EVER heard being invited into Pat's home to actually visit Pat?" "So I hear." "Actually, I haven't been there," Keith threw in. "You will," Lyle assured him. "So, the little girl beat you up at school?" he asked with a grin. "I'd like to say it was a draw . . . mostly between her and the principal, who made her promise not to do it again." "Don't feel too bad. I've seen her make trained fighters cry. What brought it on?" Keith, a bit ashamedly, explained the whole situation between him and Pat that had led up to current events. Gail chimed in with bits of her stalking episode, but both teenagers made sure to remind their adult counterpart that they had all made peace. "Oh, I believe it. She wouldn't be here otherwise. Still, it is an interesting way to start a friendship." "Has she always been this isolated? Sorry, that's rude of me to ask," Keith said sheepishly. "It's okay. Actually, it's something I wanted to talk to you two about. Tobias said that you've been a good influence on her." "I don't know if making her a bigger center of attention at school and introducing her to movie nachos counts as 'good influence,' but thanks!" Gail said. "You actually got her to eat those? Amazing," he said, looking over at the young woman who was trying to help keep her brother on top of the motorcycle. Gail followed his gaze. "Listen, Mr. . . " "Lyle." "Okay, Lyle . . . I think there's something I need to tell you. I told her I wouldn't but . . ." "Then don't. Sorry, I just want her to trust you." "But it's about her health!" "Oh. Is it her headaches?" "Yeah. How did you know?" Lyle sighed. "Tobias found a bottle of her medication." Keith looked confused. This was all news to him. Gail grimaced. "At the movies, she got real hot . . . temperature-wise, I mean. I followed her into the bathroom and she looked messed up." Lyle furrowed his eyebrows. "I'll see if I can bring this up with her folks. I try not to meddle when I can help it, but this could be serious." He sighed again. "How much do you two know about her?" "Not much," Keith said. "Except that she's smart, athletic, attractive . . ." Keith blushed. "She lives in a big house, but seems more like a prisoner than anyone I know," Gail chipped in. "She doesn't even own a car." "Her father thinks it would mean more to her if she 'earned it' on her own, so he decided not to get her one. And he forbid me from doing it, otherwise I would." Lyle took another bite. "I'm really glad you guys have shown a healthy interest in Pat, however it started. She's a sweet girl really, but her parents . . . aren't exactly good at parenting." Keith was surprised at Lyle's candidness. "Don't get me wrong. I love my brother and Mary is pretty cool too. It's just . . . my brother was always the straight-laced one. He went to officer school in the Army, I went enlisted Marines. I was the troublemaker with mediocre grades, he was the straight-laced guy with perfect A's. We were both athletes, but he was a little more competitive than I was. I just wanted to roughhouse. He wanted to win. That's why he is such a good soldier. But as talented as he was, he was never quite the best when it came to martial arts. No matter how hard he tried, he never quite got that first-place trophy. My brother is a planner. From the moment he entered the military, he knew exactly what should be happening at every stage of his life from that moment until the day he died. One of those stages involved starting a family. He and Mary were compatible personalities, so they got married. And Reginald was going to raise his son to succeed in the one thing that he himself had failed, at least in his mind." Run Ch. 03 Lyle's train of thought was momentarily derailed as Todd and Buddy came over and grabbed more tokens. Pat was sitting on the motorcycle, saving her brother's place. Keith was more than a little mesmerized by the sight of that tight behind straddling the game. "Anyway, when Buddy was born . . . you could tell that my brother was disappointed. He knew that he wouldn't be able to do what he wanted. That's when things got strange between him and Mary. Mary actually loved their son. Reginald saw him as an obstacle to be overcome. So he convinced Mary to try again. This time, he got a girl." "Pat!" Gail said proudly. Then she realized how obvious it was and shut up. Lyle grinned for a second. "Reginald realized that even though she was a girl, at least she was . . . well, normal. So he set out to planning her life. My brother is good at training soldiers, so that's what he did. Or at least that's closer to what he did than raising a daughter. Unfortunately for him, the two things don't overlap that much. So Pat has been trying to balance between being his 'little warrior' and wanting to be his daughter. When he started paying all of his attention to Patrice, Mary reacted badly. She wanted him to be proud of his son, and she's taken a lot of it out on Pat. It's like being guilty by association." "I don't see how anyone can do that to their kids," Gail muttered. "If you're not actually beating someone up, sometimes it's hard to realize how hurtful you can be. Because Pat doesn't say anything, every day is business as usual. And it's not that she's immune to normal problems you face when you become a teenager. She just doesn't know how to deal with them. So she represses her feelings and moves on." "How can we help?" Keith said. "Be her friend. Don't let her push you away, and be patient. Oh yeah. Try and get her to act like a kid for crying out loud." "Will do," Gail said. She stood up and wandered over, coaxing Pat over to the Dance-Dance-Revolution machine. Pat steadfastly refused to participate, but watched on with some amusement as the two-left-footed Gail tried to keep up with the beat. "She's . . . enthusiastic, isn't she?" Lyle asked. "Oh hell yeah," Keith replied. Finally, Pat came back over and sat down, the exhausted Gail, Buddy and Todd in tow. "Okay, one more slice young lady," Lyle said, looking at his niece. "Otherwise, NOBODY gets ice cream." Pat looked quite vexed with her uncle, but then noticed Buddy staring at her with puppy dog eyes. Then her friends followed suit. "Dang it," she mumbled, picking up another piece. --------- --------------------- Later that evening . . . --------- --------------------- Pat was full. She didn't remember the last time she felt that full. She knew she'd have to work out all night to keep in shape. She and the rest of the group were out in the parking lot of an ice cream parlor where they had gorged themselves sick. But at least her headache was mostly gone. "Hey," Keith said, as the strolled across the lot. Gail and Todd were engrossed with her Uncle Lyle's gulf-war stories, including graphic descriptions of camel spiders. "Hey," she replied, suddenly very conscious of her appearance. 'I must look like a whale after eating all that crap,' she thought. "I was wondering if you'd like to go to a movie on Friday night?" Pat stopped. "Sure. I guess. What did you guys want to watch?" "Guys? Sorry, I meant just you and me." "Where would Keith and Todd be?" "Elsewhere." Keith was getting nervous. Was she really clueless or was she just trying to find a nice way of saying "no"? Pat stared at him. "Just you and me?" "Yes." "Like a date?" "Yes." Pat stared at him. Her heart was on overdrive, her mouth had dried up and her skin felt cold. She had never been so nervous in her life. She opened her mouth, willing herself to say one simple word . . . "yes". Instead, she threw up all over her would-be suitor. ---------- ------------------- The next morning . . . ---------- ------------------- Pat stood outside her school, staring at the door. The population, which already thought she was nuts, paid scant attention. 'I can't go in there,' she thought. 'I can never go in there again. I'll see them. I'll see HIM! I'll have to apologize again for throwing up on the first boy I remember being attracted to!' "Pat?" came a soft voice from behind her, almost causing the girl to jump out of her skin. It was Dr. Martin. "Are you okay?" Pat looked at her almost pleadingly. "No." It came out almost as a whimper. "Do you want to talk about it?" "No." Actually, Pat just wanted to crawl into a hole somewhere and hide for a day. "Do you think you SHOULD talk about it?" Pat scuffed the toe of her shoe against the ground. She realized she'd really like a different pair of shoes. "Yes." "Come to my office. I'll talk to the front office and excuse you from class. You've got Advanced Calculus first period, right? You're ahead in there anyway. The two women walked to Carolyn's office where she made the phone call. Pat, almost in a single breath, explained the entire day's events, from the arrival of her uncle to the unfortunate "hurling" incident. Pat also talked about how she went home and worked out until almost two in the morning, trying to get her mind off of things. "So how often does that happen?" the doctor asked. "It's the first time," Pat said, looking confused. Carolyn smiled. "Not 'how often do you throw up on boys.' How often do you exercise so late?" "Oh! Uhm . . . a bit. It's not so bad really. I'm used to it." "Of course. Why don't you have a seat on the couch and we'll try to figure out how to deal with Keith." Pat was a little confused, but she was too exhausted to argue. The couch was in a little side room next to Carolyn's main office, with a straight-backed chair right next to it. It must be nice being a psychologist at a posh high school in a wealthy district. Pat went in and sat down, sinking into deep cushions of the sofa. Dr. Martin shuffled some papers around on her desk for a few minutes, and then poked her head into the side room. Patrice Baker was out like a light. Carolyn smiled. She had bought that sofa to nap on during the slow days, and it was the most unimaginably comfortable thing she had ever seen. Sometimes it put her to sleep even when she wasn't really tired. Carolyn quietly closed the door between rooms and called the office, letting them know that Ms. Baker would be missing her first couple of classes. --------- ------------ At lunchtime . . . --------- ------------ Pat peaked into the cafeteria. She was more than a little annoyed that Dr. Martin has suckered her into getting more rest, but couldn't deny she felt much better physically than she usually did at that hour. And Carolyn had already gotten her homework assignments sent to the office, so Pat really wasn't behind. She saw Keith sitting over at the traditional table, but Gail was nowhere to be seen. He didn't look angry from her vantage point. Just annoyingly cute. "So, gonna hang out here all day or are you actually going to eat?" came Gail's voice from behind her. For the second time that day, Pat almost jumped out her skin. "I figured you might be hungry since Keith wound up wearing your dinner home last night," the blonde girl added with a chuckle. Pat blushed. "I can never speak to him again," she mumbled. "You'd better. He's been pretty much worried sick, particularly since you never actually got around to answering his question," Gail replied, taking Pat by the arm and pulling her towards the table. "Let's get this over with." Pat felt the butterflies rampaging through her stomach. Gail sat her down on the stool across from Keith, then went to get in the lunch line. Keith looked a little pale himself. "So . . ." he said. "So . . ." she replied. "Keith, I'm REALLY sorry . . . again . . . for last night. I told Uncle Lyle I wasn't feeling great before we left," she added, almost whining. "It's okay," he replied, staring adamantly at his lunch. "As long as you're feeling better." There was a moment of weird silence. Pat wasn't sure what to say until . . . "Yes," she said, then gulped a breath of air and waited. Keith looked up, hopeful but a little perplexed. "Yes?" "Yes, I . . . I . . . I'd like to go out with you (deep breath) . . . on a date." The surrounding room when dead quiet. Everyone was staring at them, and Pat felt more self-conscious than she ever had in her life. Keith barely noticed anyone else. His eyes were on Pat. "Friday?" he mentioned calmly, some color returning to his face. "Movie?" "Friday . . . movie," she said, almost like she was agreeing to a peace accord. But she was smiling. People nearby were seeing her smile for the first time. Then, the world slowly returned to normal. -------- ------------------------- Wednesday evening . . . -------- ------------------------- "Hurry up," Gail moaned. "Your folks will be home soon!" Gail was lying on Todd's bed, her legs spread and her wrists handcuffed behind her back. Todd was kneeling on the floor and was licking her pussy, doing a pretty damn good job of driving her nuts. He had done this enough to know what Gail liked. She had already cum twice, and he hadn't even stuck his dick in her yet. "You wanna come down here and do this?" he joked, then wrapped his lips around her clit. 'Hmm,' she thought. 'If I could eat myself out, would I?' Todd stuck a finger in his girlfriend's pussy and wiggled it around. He hadn't ever actually found her g-spot, if such a thing existed, but it didn't stop him from trying. She seemed to enjoy it anyway. And he had until his parents' night out was over to keep trying. Gail had been serious when she said she had wanted to be next in trying the handcuffs. It was uncomfortable, but kind of liberating. She didn't have to do anything but lay back and enjoy the ride. "Would you please fuck me?" she whimpered. "Please?" "Hold your horses," he told her. "I'm working on something here." What he was working on was her third climax, and it wasn't too far away. Just a little caress of the clit with his tongue and her eyes rolled back in her head as if she were being exorcised while her body trembled and then jerked just a little bit. "Oh baby," she cooed dreamily. Todd stood up, his cock waving beneath him. He pushed her legs back until she was bent almost in half. He kept her legs together so she could see what he was doing. He touched the head of his penis against the opening to her sex and then waited. "Don't you dare," she growled, trying to move her hips so his cock entered her. She felt her pussy lips spread slightly as he started his descent, but then it was gone. "You fucking tease!" "Isn't that what the guy is supposed to say to the girl?" he asked. Then, with no warning, he drove his length home, listening to the breath being driven from her body. "Oh . . . fuck . . . yeah," she gasped. She let out other gasps every time he drove into her, filling her with his beautiful dick. Todd hugged Gail's legs as he fucked her fast and deep. He could never get tired of this. Then, he stopped. He let go of her legs and flipped her onto her stomach. He grabbed her legs again and stood on the floor, treating her a little like a wheelbarrow. He could tell she was going to complain, but he silenced her by filling her up again. Gail started to gnaw on her comforter. She kind of liked being taken from behind, since it let Todd get further into her body. Her pussy was pulsing with pleasure, and she could feel his balls slapping against her clit. She knew she would cum again before it was all over. It happened quickly. She felt an unusually rapid and powerful build-up, brought about by jolts of pleasure at the end of each stroke. Her pussy contracted and she felt wave after wave of ecstasy course through her. It felt like it would never end! Had he found her fountain of youth? She'd have to repeat this maneuver at a later date . . . just for the sake of science, of course. Todd pulled out of her and knelt beside her on the bed. When she turned her head to look at him, he pushed his cock into her mouth. Spit came out both sides, and he felt her tongue caressing the shaft as he fucked her face. He was already close, and then he promptly blasted a thick stream of goo into the back of her mouth. She gagged a bit, but he knew better than to pull out. Gail wanted all of his seed, and she got cross with him when she didn't get it. Gail had her hands secured behind her back and a mouthful of cum when her cell phone went off. "Shit!" she said after swallowing the cum. "That could be my folks!" Todd grabbed it and flipped it open. "Nope. It's Pat." "Uhm . . . put it on speaker," she said. "And get these things off me." She saw Todd hit a button on her phone and heard a familiar voice echo from the mechanics and place the phone on the bed next to her head. "Gail?" "Yeah. Sorry, but I've got you on speaker. My hands are kind of occupied right now. Glad to hear from you! What's up? You ready for your big night on Friday?" There was a pause at the other end. "Pat?" "I . . . I'm here. Hey, are you alone?" "No, Todd's here. Want me to send him away?" "No, I . . ." "Just wanted to make sure your 'date' wasn't here?" Gail said with a smile. She was probably as excited about this outing as the participants were. "Yeah," came an embarrassed voice. "Listen, I've never really done this before so . . . uhm . . . what do I do? Do I pay for my ticket? Does he? What the heck do I wear?" "Woah! Hold on. As far as tickets, assume you pay for your own unless he offers, which he probably will. You'll probably get your own refreshments. Typical first date kind of stuff. Just wear something fun. Just make it different than your school clothes." "That's all I have! Besides my gi's at any rate." "First, what is a 'gi'? Second, you don't have any other clothes?" "A gi is that traditional martial arts outfit you see in commercials. And no." Pat sounded embarrassed again. "Okay," she said. She started to speak, but felt a finger sliding into her tortured pussy. She looked down exasperatedly at Todd, who had begun to finger her again. "Listen why don't . . . don't you and Buddy come with me and Todd to the mall tomorrow after school. We'll let . . . uhm . . . let the boys play video games while we do some shopping, okay?" She was involuntarily pushing her hips against Todd's hands as he pleasured her. She wanted to tell him to stop. She just didn't actually WANT for him to stop. "I guess. I'm not much of a shopper. Maybe I should call the whole thing off." "NO!" Gail practically shouted. She was breathing really hard as Todd started pumping her with three fingers. "You both deserve a night out, and you'd make . . . such . . . a good couple," she said, trying to keep her voice fairly even. "Okay," Pat conceded. "Tomorrow. We just need to make sure to be done quickly. I'm entered in a tournament on Sunday that Mr. Baker signed me up for, so I need to practice." Gail silently cursed Pat's father. 'Can't the asshole just let her make her own decisions?' "Cool. Hey, is it local?" "Yeah. Well, it's in Los Angeles, but it's not much of a drive." "Great. It'll be fun to see you in action! In more ways than one!" she added smugly. "Wait! You're not going to the tournament? Are you?" "Yep. You'll give me instructions on how to get there tomorrow. See you at lunch!" She pressed her nose against the "off" button, and the conversation was over. About that time, Todd's fingers had made her cum again. "You are a naughty boy," she said. "Now uncuff me." Todd looked nervous. "Well, I figured I'd better put you in a good mood before I told you this . . ." "Todd!" she growled, her eyes growing wide. "I think we left the key in your room." -------------- ------------------ To be continued . . . Run Ch. 04 This story is a bit wordy and fairly long, so if you are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to look elsewhere. It contains heterosexual sexual activity. --------------- ----------------- The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead (or just confused) is entirely coincidental. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or in total, without the author's permission. This story takes place in the entirely fictional city of Springfield, California, so don't go looking for it on a map. And in my little fictional world, there are no unwanted pregnancies or STD's, except as plot driving devices. The author encourages the practice of safe-sex. This is part of an ongoing series. Please check out earlier part(s) for background and character history. ----- ------------- "Okay boys. This is all you're getting so you've got to make it . . ." Gail was saying until Todd grabbed the money out of her hand before he and Buddy tore off down the mall to the video arcade. "Boys will be boys," she said, checking out her boyfriend's butt before it vanished into blinking-light-and-pinging-noise hell. She turned and saw that Pat had scooted in the direction the boys had taken off to. "I really should keep an eye on Buddy," she said. "Todd is quite capable of looking after your brother, and Buddy's no fool anyway. If there's a problem, they can call us but there WON'T BE A PROBLEM! You're not getting out of this," she added, tapping her foot and crossing her arms. "You were the one who called me, remember?" "Yeah," Pat said, then grumbled, "but I wasn't expecting the Spanish Inquisition." She dodged out of the way as a red-shirted security guy ran buy, waving a purse that some lady had forgotten. "What was that?" Gail asked. "Nothing," Pat muttered. "Listen, I can't do this. I don't know what I'm doing. I'm not even sure why I agreed to go on this . . . this . . ." "Date?" Gail prompted, somewhat amused. This was a formidable young woman, but she was a nervous wreck about a simple movie date. "Yeah . . . that." "Well, do you like him?" Pat scuffed her toe on the ground. "Yeah." "Then you're gonna have to get your groove on!" Pat stared at her friend. "It means you've got break out of your isolationist rut and be . . . well, be a girl." Gail looked around. "Cool. Old Navy." "If Mr. Baker sees me wearing something with the word 'Navy' on it, he'll probably lose his mind." Pat looked at her shoes. When her face came up, it was filled with resolve. "Works for me." --------- ----------------- Two hours later . . . --------- ----------------- Gail had dropped about twenty bucks to the boys to keep their video games playing rolling, but she had FINALLY actually gotten Pat to pick out a few things and Gail had to admit they fit the girl's personality. Pat wasn't flashy or sexy . . . well, she was sexy, but that sort of thing could wait. She had some snug yet sensibly comfortable denim jeans and a couple pairs of shorts, plus some generic but trendy tee-shirts. Pat had found clothes she could comfortably fight in if need be, which caused Gail to roll her eyes. But what really caught Gail's attention were the tank-tops. She had gotten a bunch in camouflage (winter, forest, neon blue) patterns, and they all fit snugly. Pat didn't have an overly large bust, but she had enough to catch some attention. But it was the musculature of the woman that amazed Gail! Pat's physique was . . . dare she say it . . . flawless? She had perfect definition in her shoulders, arms and neck. It wasn't that she was bulky, but rather seemed to be cut out of marble. Gail had already admired Pat's legs, but it turned out those legs were only the beginning. Pat wasn't dressing to be fashionable. She was just trying to dress like . . . well, Pat. Except more comfortably. "So, got any money left?" Gail asked. She had offered to chip in, but Pat wouldn't hear of it. "Some. Not much though." "Any chance you've got one of your dad's credit cards?" Pat shook her head. "No. If I need anything past my basic expenses . . . sorry, I mean my allowance, then I have to requisition it. Gail started to chuckle, then slowly she stopped. "Wait, you're serious?!" "He still has carbon-copy versions of the forms." Pat was actually blushing with embarrassment. Gail's mouth hung open. Pat's Uncle Lyle hadn't been kidding! Pat's father wasn't raising a daughter . . . he was training a soldier! No wonder Pat was so messed up. "Well, we just need shoes and under-stuff, so . . ." "Wait . . . under-stuff?" "Yeah. Panties, bras, etc." "Why would I need that? He's not . . . I mean Keith isn't expecting . . ." Gail tried not to laugh. "Keith's not stupid enough to do anything like that. He's not like that. But lingerie isn't just for the guy. Sometimes it helps the girl feel a little sexier . . . more confident. C'mon, I've got an idea you might actually like. Please? Have I steered you wrong yet?" "I guess not," Pat said. Gail led her reluctant friend into Victoria's Secret. Pat felt as out of place as a bull at a tea party. There were things around that were silky or lacey or frilly. She was none of those things. "You'll probably want one of the girls to fit you for the bra. Or you could go with a sports bra. They're pretty comfortable and work pretty well for an athletic bod. Yours qualifies." "I guess I'll try one of those." "Check out that pile of stuff and I'll see if they've got what I'm looking for." Pat, despite some people misconceptions, really wasn't ashamed of her body. She worked hard on it. She just never really understood the point of dressing any way but practically. After all, how does a cashmere sweater help you disassemble a fully automatic weapon and clean it? It was at that moment that Pat realized something. "Why on earth is a girl in high school cleaning an automatic weapon anyway?" "I'm not even going to ask what that means," a young girl next to her said. "Can I help you find something?" "She wants sports bras or something else comfortable!" came a voice from across the store. "I can speak for myself!" Pat shouted back. "Uhm . . ." "Sports bras or something else comfortable?" the girl asked with an endearing smile. "Yeah. That." The girl, whose name was listed as "Janine" on her nametag, showed her a number of practical but still mildly fashionable bras. Then she took Pat to a fitting area. Gail wandered back that way after grabbing a number of items. She arrived just in time to see Pat with nothing on over her top but a measuring tape. 'Look at those abs!' she thought. 'It's just not fair!' She tossed Pat some underthings. Pat stared at her. "Where's the rest of them?" she asked, stretching out the fabric. "That's all there is to them," Gail said. "Now put 'em on. And yes, I'm sticking around to make sure you actually try them on." Gail stared impatiently at Pat and tapped on her watch. "C'mon! Let's do this thing!" The salesgirl chuckled. "I'll be back in a moment. Some of these will be a little snug on the ribs. I'll grab new ones," she added, grabbing up the non-sports-bras and wandering out. Suddenly, Pat felt more than a little self-conscious. "Do you really . . ." "Yes, I really need to be here. Besides, it's not like you've got something I haven't seen before," she added. It turned out, she was wrong. For one brief moment, she saw Pat in the buff. It was a sight to behold. "What?" Pat asked, pulling up a pair of boy-shorts. "I look like a freak don't I?" she added, looking for something to cover up with. "That's not the impression I got. Damn girl. People have killed for worse bodies than yours. I think Troy was sacked by the Romans because that one broad had a body like yours." "The Greeks." "Hunh?" "Troy was supposedly sacked by the Greeks, not the Romans. And it was the face of Helen of Troy that launched a thousand ships . . . not her body." "Shut up," Gail said. She hated being corrected, even when she was wrong. Pat turned around and felt . . . pride? It was new to her, whatever it was. 'I really DO have kind of a nice butt,' she thought. The boy-shorts exposed quite a bit of butt, but weren't as overly slutty as some of the things she had seen. She noticed some stray pubic hair poking through and she turned away from her friend. 'That just looks gross,' she thought. She had never thought of grooming "down there" before, but maybe . . . Gail was breathing a little hard herself. It was more difficult than it should have been to tear her eyes away from Pat's backside. "Okay, how can I get an ass that looks like that?" Pat was changing back into her normal clothes. "Just give up your life." She shook her head. "Sorry. I don't know why I said that." 'Yes you do,' Gail thought. Pat picked up a few pairs of the boy-shorts and a few new bras. That afternoon, she had spent more money on clothes than she had in . . . well, ever. The salesgirl was ringing her up when the girls had an unexpected encounter. "Oh this is precious!" came a voice from near a panty bin. It was a voice quite familiar to Pat. She turned around and saw Dr. Martin. "Hey, isn't that . . ." Gail started to say. Then they saw Lola appear from behind a rack of nighties. "Only you would think sumphin' like that was comfortable," the Latina said. "What? It's not like they stay on for . . ." Carolyn had just noticed the two high-school girls standing there. 'Oh shit!' the redhead thought. She and Lola usually shopped at this mall because it wasn't near to their high school JUST to avoid situations like this. "Hey Lola," Gail said, obviously confused. "Fancy running into . . . you . . . here." "Yeah," Lola said. "Weird." If Lola had just said something else, Gail might have thought the two women were just friends. But the awkward silence painted a different picture. Pat was trying to think of something to say to give Carolyn and Lola a way out. They had both done so much to help her and encourage her. Gail's eyes shot open wide and she was grinning. "No way!? You two . . . Lola, you dog you!" Lola grinned. Carolyn breathed a sigh of relief. "Hey chica," Lola replied. "Maybe we should all talk?" ------- --------------- An hour later . . . ------- --------------- Todd and Buddy had rejoined their female counterparts and all had sat down at the food court, sipping sodas while Gail tried to convince Pat to eat a corndog, JUST so she will have consumed something unhealthy that day. "So you're all good?" Lola asked. She and Carolyn had given the quick-and-not-so-dirty version of their relationship to the younger members of their dinner group, with the exception of Buddy. Buddy was sent on quick errands during certain portions of the conversation. He was a good guy, but he didn't always know when NOT to say what was on his mind. "Yeah. You really think the kids would freak though?" Gail asked. "Maybe," Carolyn interjected. "It's the parents we're worried about though. No matter how liberal the state or the parents, more often than not they freak out when they find out their precious darlings are being taught by 'them.' Kind of sad," she added, "but it could be a lot worse." "And you knew?" Gail said, trying to glare at Pat. Pat shrugged. "Ooh. I HATE not being the first to know!" "Sorry," Pat said, looking a little perplexed. She hadn't known what else to say. "And you," Carolyn said with a smile that made Pat blush, "Out and about like a girl your own age . . . WITH a girl your own age. And a boy, of course," she added placating Todd. Todd apparently wasn't paying attention. "Hunh?" "That's a boy," Lola said, punching him in the arm while he blushed. Gail looked at him shrewdly, then leaned in and whispered, "Stop picturing them naked together." "No deal," he responded, then phased out again. She looked at the side of his head. "Boys." "What?" Buddy said. He was totally confused. Pat ruffled his hair while the girls at the table had a giggle. "Nothin' Budster." "You still fighting on Saturday?" he asked. "Fighting?" Carolyn inquired. "Oh yeah!" Gail said, happy she wasn't the last to know on something. "You've got a tournament this weekend!" "How do you feel about that?" the doctor said, instinctively slipping into work mode. She really hadn't gotten into the weeds on how Pat felt about the path her father had laid out for her. They had discussed Pat's reasons for adhering to the path and for dealing with her father, but maybe her martial arts wasn't all bad for her. "S'okay. It's mostly for Mr. Baker's benefit anyway." Pat realized that talking about this was getting easier. "How so?" "I . . . I've already scouted some of the other entrants," Pat admitted. "So has he I'll wager. He wants another first place medal in the trophy. He needs his fix." "So he's assuming you'll win," Lola added. "I'll win," Pat said. There was no doubt in her voice. "How can you be so sure?" Carolyn asked. "He picked this tournament for a reason. It's in a part of town surrounded by a bunch of black-belt factories." Pat could see her comrades looked confused. "See, it doesn't take a lot to open up a dojo. Some places have requirements if they're national and you want to use their name, but there isn't much more to it than that. Anyone with a dark-enough belt who can break a board in half with his or her head can open one. And a lot of them are just businesses. Bring in the sheep, given a set of basics and, if they stick around long enough, reward their fees with different colored belts. That's it. Not a lot of places that appreciate the art of it or the discipline that it takes to be really good." "And you do?" Pat looked Dr. Martin dead in the eyes. "The places I've trained . . . you have to be. I started training in the states, but I was in Korea for ten years. I got more extensive training in Taekwondo there, and there were some good Judo schools started by real Japanese masters, so I got started in that to." "You're proficient in two styles?" Todd asked. Talking about kung-fu temporarily had gotten his mind off picturing hot lesbian action. "Sort of three. I started Hapkido not long before we moved back stateside. It's not my best though," she stated, almost embarrassed. "Are you . . . you know . . . a black belt or whatever?" "Yeah," Pat replied. Except in Hapkido. I'm not at that level, and they don't actually have the 'belt' system that other styles do. And both judo and taekwondo have weird age differentials so I didn't get . . . awarded . . ." Pat realized she was close to bragging now and promptly stopped. "I think I'd like to see you compete!" Carolyn said. "Where is it?" Buddy inexplicably decided to fill them in on the dates and times, much to Pat's chagrin. 'We've seen the girl you're becoming,' Carolyn thought. 'Now let's see the warrior beneath.' ------------ -------------- Friday evening . . . ------------ -------------- A normal boy walking up to a normal girl's normal house for a normal first date would've been nervous. But nothing about Pat Baker qualified as normal. Keith had never been here before, so the size of the place intimidated him. He was actually allowed to park in front of the house. The doorbell sounded like it was being rung by a hunchback. "Hello?" asked the man at the front door. "Ah! You must be Keith! I've been looking forward to meeting you!" "Pleased to meet you Mr. Baker. I'm . . ." "Oh, I'm not Mr. Baker. I'm Tobias . . . the butler." "Oh. Sorry. I just thought . . ." Keith stopped. From what he had heard, it actually DIDN'T surprise him that Pat's father hadn't met him. "He's occupied in his study. Actually, I'm not even sure if he knows about this outing," Tobias said, trying not to let his irritation show. "Or he doesn't remember." A young man who was obviously Buddy ran downstairs. "She coming," he said with a big grin. "Hi!" He waved maniacally. "I'm Buddy." "Nice to meet you," Keith said, offering his hand. Buddy shook it like a madman. Then he got a serious look on his face. "Be nice to my sister," Buddy said earnestly. "I'm sure he will," Tobias chastised his young charge. Buddy was as decent an individual as you could hope to meet, but his sister meant as much to him as he did to her. "Where are you off to?" Keith smiled. "Movies. Don't know which one yet. Probably just pick when we get there. Maybe go somewhere for coffee afterward. What's her curfew?" "Having a curfew means having parents that pay enough attention to what you're doing to actually set one," came a voice from the stairs. Pat descended, clad in her snug new jeans and a woodland camouflage tank-top that clung to her muscular body. For most girls, it was a fairly conservative outfit. For Pat, it was as risqué as she had ever worn. Tobias furrowed his brow. While he had long wanted for her to take a stand against her parents on a number of issues, he wasn't sure if it would be best that she outright rebelled. And she was becoming much more openly critical of them. "So you two ready to have some, but not too much, fun?" Lyle emerged from the kitchen with a napkin tucked into his shirt and a monster of a sandwich in his hand. "Yes sir," Keith said. "Just a little bit of underage drinking followed by the random discharge of firearms in city limits and possibly holding up a liquor store." Lyle was grinning. He liked the boy. He turned to Pat. "Then you might want to wear a coat, and don't forget the ski mask." Pat looked at her uncle and then her date, then rolled her eyes. "Where do they come from?" she asked of her ceiling. "Some say the stork brought us," Keith said with a snicker. Then he offered Pat his arm. 'Gentlemanly and not faked,' Lyle thought as his niece gingerly accepted the offer. 'She doesn't have the slightest idea what to do.' The two young folk went out to Keith's car, while Lyle stood in the lobby and Buddy ran upstairs to spend time with his mother. Just before the door closed, Reginald Baker walked into the foyer. "What was that all about?" he muttered, the way an uninterested person asks a question he really doesn't care to have answered. He was reading his New York Times, sipping some hot tea and walking towards his study. "Not much," Lyle said while he and Tobias instinctively glanced out the window to make sure nothing "improper" was happening. "Your daughter is going on her first date." "That's nice," Reginald said, walking into his study. Then, Lyle and Tobias heard the sound of a tea-cup hitting shag carpeting and a paper being gripped. The door to the study opened and Reginald emerged, a confused look on his face. "Excuse me?" he asked. Lyle put his bear-like hands on his brother's shoulders. "Your daughter," he started, "is on a date," he added, looking towards the door, "with a boy." Reginald stared at him. "She . . . how . . . when . . . Did she train today?" Reginald's mind had gone numb. Lyle sighed. "You sir, are a moron." He then walked past his brother and back into the kitchen. Tobias watched as, most unexpectedly, Reginald Baker walked to the window next to the front door and peak out through the curtains. He looked worried. But that wasn't the only surprise. Down the stairs came Mary Baker, looking just as confused. Mary had planned on curling up with her boy when she has randomly asked where his sister was. Normally, the two were thick as thieves. Buddy had then informed her that Pat was going on a date. She stood on the opposite side of the door from her husband, looking out the opposite window. But Pat wasn't there. She had vanished into the night with a young man they knew nothing about. Run Ch. 04 'That's the dynamic,' Tobias thought. 'You both look at her from different angles. Neither of you actually see her. Hopefully you'll pull your heads out of your asses before you lose her for good.' ------------ --------------- At the theatre . . . ------------ --------------- "Do you see anything?" "No . . . sweet Jesus . . . nothing yet." Gail had decided that she absolutely HAD to find out what was happening on Pat and Keith's date, so she had dragged Todd out to the theatre and they had been waiting for the tentative couple to arrive. They had gotten there early and Gail had gotten impatient, so she passed the time by giving Todd a blowjob. Todd didn't even bother wearing underwear when the two of them went out anymore. It was like garnish to Gail . . . kind of pretty, but unnecessary. Gail liked it when her drool dripped down his cock. She liked the nastiness of it. She was bound and determined for her nose to nuzzle pubes if it killed her. The fleshy crown of his cock was rubbing against the back of her throat as it was. She was so close. The sound of Gail gagging was oddly erotic. As much as Todd pretended to object, he looked forward to every encounter with this blonde vixen. He was trying to keep an eye out, but it wasn't easy to concentrate with Gail valiantly trying to swallow his sword. And with one hand on his balls, she was going to make him blow his wad. Suddenly, she pulled off. "You really were turned on when you saw Dr. Martin and Lola together. And don't lie to me," she said, sucking on the head of his penis. "Yeah, of course," Todd moaned. "But you're my baby! You're all I need!" "Good answer," she replied, downing all but an inch of his manhood. She held herself there for a few seconds, then pulled up. "Still, they're a sexy couple. I wonder what THEY do when they're together?" Todd thought his cock had gotten so hard that it was going to break. He had indeed wondered the same thing himself." Gail was going to tease the heck out of her boyfriend. "Do they BOTH wear lingerie? Which one is the 'top'? I'd say Dr. Martin. I'll bet her tongue is as educated as her brain." Her boyfriend put his hand on Gail's head and shoved her mouth back onto his shaft. More sounds of gagging and more drool were direct results. The blonde softball player knew she was on to something. When she finally was able to come up for air, "They're probably doing it right now. I'll even bet they're using vibrators on each other. Todd was fishing around in Gail's purse, frantically looking for a bottle of lotion he knew she carried. "Hmm, what'cha doin' baby?" Gail asked. She found herself being spun around in her seat while Todd smeared lotion on his cock. "Pants . . . now." Gail grinned. She had found her boyfriend's Achilles Heel. No sooner than her pants and panties were down past her butt cheeks than she felt a familiar friend poking at her backdoor. "I wonder if . . ." She had meant to keep teasing, but her voice shut down, along with her brain, when Todd started to push his beautiful dick into her ass. She barely noticed that he Todd had slid his hand around and was frigging her pussy. She was just concentrating on enduring her second-ever anal violation without passing out. Todd had also started sucking on Gail's neck with the firm intention of giving her the be-all-end-all of hickies. The pressure on his dick was fantastic! He was going to ball her brains out in the front seat of her car, and he knew she would probably thank him for it later. With a final push, the head passed all the way past her anal ring and most of the pain dissipated. She reached one hand behind her and grabbed a handful of his hair as he sucked on her neck. "Good boyfriend," she growled. She knew her little PT Cruiser was rockin' a bit more than it should and, tinted windows aside, someone paying attention to that corner of the parking lot might be aware of something going, she couldn't bring herself to stop. She thrust her free hand up her shirt and under her bra to tug on her nipples until she could barely stand it. "I'm fucking cumming!" she groaned, her thighs rubbing together as she stained her car seats. Her blood was pumping so hard she could feel it thumping in her veins. So far, both of her anal-induced orgasms had been doozies. "Man, if I had known how much the whole 'lesbian thing' turned you on, I might have mentioned how hot I think it would be to watch Lola and Carolyn going down on each other." Todd fucked her harder. Not only was he imagining those two women having sex, he thrust his girlfriend into the fantasy as well. The shear notion of Gail with her legs spread and her pussy being eaten by a gorgeous redhead was intoxicating, and he promptly pushed his way all the way into her ass and released, damming up her backside with his goo. *Knock knock knock* Both of them froze. "Gail? We're going to see a kung fu flick. You can go home now. If I see this car in the parking lot when we leave, I'm keying it! And next time, get a room for God's sake!" It was Keith's voice. Gail and Todd heard footsteps leaving the car. Todd was about to open his mouth and say something about how predictable Gail was, but before he could . . . "Not a word," Gail said. "Not a damn word." Outside, Pat had wondered what was going on. Now, she had a wide-eyed look of surprise on her face as she and her "date" walked towards the theatre. As soon as they had arrived, Keith had glanced out around the parking lot and spotted Gail's car. He had been courteous enough to let them finish. "They weren't really . . . I mean . . . in a car? In public?" she asked. "Welcome to adolescence." --------- -------------------------- A couple of hours later . . . --------- -------------------------- Keith had learned a valuable lesson that evening. Besides never tugging on Superman's cape or spitting in the wind, you never took a martial arts guru to an action movie. The entire time, Pat had been shaking her head or making informative (and slightly annoying) comments about improper form and use of particular techniques. But by the time the move was ended (and Pat had finished a tray of her new addiction of movie nachos), he was smiling. It turned out that Pat was indeed a teenager. She just needed to be reminded of that fact. "Sorry," Pat said as they got into Keith's car and headed to the late-night Java Emporium. "It's okay. I enjoy going to the movies with people who have . . . quirks." "I'm not sure if that's a compliment or not but . . . but thanks." Pat had a question burning a hole in her brain and while she didn't want to ruin the mood, she had to ask it. "Keith . . . why me?" Keith had actually been expecting that question. "I guess at first, I just wanted to try and understand you. The more I got to know you, the cooler you seemed." He broke out into an enormous shit-eating grin. "And you're easy on the eyes." Pat blushed from her head to her toes. "No I'm not." "Trust me, yeah you are." Pat wanted to change the subject and quickly. "So . . . are you going . . . to college?" 'Smooth, Pat,' she thought. 'Real smooth.' "Yeah. I've got a scholarship to UCLA to play ball. And you're . . . going to West Point?" Pat checked out her shoes. "Yeah. That's the plan." Keith looked over at her. "Who's plan?" His companion knew what he meant, but she was in a lull on her desire to rebel against her father. "It's really a good school, as well as . . ." "But do you WANT to go?" Keith interrupted. Pat got a little annoyed about being interrupted. "Hey, I don't go questioning all of YOUR choices, do I?" Keith sighed. "I'm sorry. I'm not trying to pick a fight. But it just doesn't seem like it IS your choice. I can't help but notice that you never actually answered the question about if you actually want to go." Pat sighed in return. "Honestly? I never thought about it. The decision was made, so I'm going." Keith decided to try another avenue of approach as they pulled into the parking lot of the coffee place. "Is there anything else you want to do? Now or anytime?" "When I was a kid, my dad . . . Mr. Baker bought me and Buddy a puppy. I loved that dang thing, and at one point I decided I wanted to be a vet." Keith was on the edge of the seat. Not only was this the sort of thing he wanted to find out, but she had just referred to her father as something besides Mr. Baker for the first time since he had met her. "What happened?" Pat was gripping her hands tightly. "He sold the puppy. He didn't want me getting distracted by 'foolish ideas.' He'd never let us have pets after that." "Have you ever thought of getting back into that?" Keith couldn't conceive of someone planning so much of their kids lives that they'd deny a girl a puppy. "There's not a lot of need for vets in the Army," Pat replied. Keith's response was simple. "Then don't join the Army. Sorry, I hate to beat that one to death, but you just don't seem all that enthusiastic." "I . . . I would like to serve my country," Pat said carefully. "I wouldn't mind . . . I don't know . . . doing something else first." After that, things moved on to more amiable topics, such as working out and athletics. Pat actually enjoyed watching sports the few times she could manage, and listened intently to his stories about baseball. She also found herself staring at his lips from time to time. Since he was going to show up to her tournament on Saturday, she was going to show up for his playoff game on Sunday. By the end of the evening, Pat was exhausted but slightly giddy. She had done something out of character for her and had enjoyed it. She had gone to a movie, sipped some delightful coffee-like beverage and had actually relaxed. As Keith was walking her up to the door, she found herself regretting that the evening was going to have to end. Keith was pondering something in his own head. He had been fighting a burning desire to kiss Pat all night long. He knew she was a bit conservative, and the last time he had surprised her with contact, he had his arm twisted behind his back. So when they faced each other on her front doorstep . . . "Well, I had a great time. Are you interested in . . . maybe trying this again? Sometime? Soon?" he blathered. Pat blushed, while Keith was reminded how genuinely pretty she was. "Yeah. I'd like that." She looked up at him almost expectantly. Keith started to reach forward as if to shake her hand, then saw her eyes start to fall a bit. 'Fuck it,' he thought. He stepped in and saw her face coming back up. And he kissed her. You could have set off a nuclear bomb nearby and Patrice Baker probably wouldn't have noticed. She knew she probably wasn't doing it right (the kiss), but she didn't care. Keith was patient and she slowly melded her mouth to his and followed his lead. Soon, it felt absolutely, positively, mind-numblingly wonderful! The only reason Keith stopped the kiss was because he really needed to breathe. He was light-headed and feeling on top of the world. He gave Pat a goofy grin, said "good night" and turned to go back to his car, happy to see that Pat was smiling in earnest. Keith almost tripped over himself walking down the stairs, but turned and waved, letting Pat know he was fine. "Boys," she muttered to herself dreamily, then turned and walked into her front door with a resounding "thud." She walked inside, holding her head and blushing beet red. Normally a young woman would find her parents inside, waiting anxiously for news of their daughter's first date. Pat saw no one but Tobias and her Uncle Lyle, both of whom were smiling. "There's my big girl," her uncle said. He had meant it to be light-hearted, but he could see her glance around, still hoping beyond hope that one of her parents might actually have been happy for her, or at least pretend to be concerned. Pat stepped forward and gave her uncle a great big hug, then gave one to Tobias. After an evening of highs, she found herself back in her all-too-familiar surroundings and all-too-familiar feelings. A bit of spring left her step and light left her eyes, and she shuffled up towards her room. Tobias sighed. He knew she'd probably start hitting the heavy bag again as soon as she got up there, leading to another late night visit to the kitchen to put ice-packs on her hands. But then he saw up at the top of the stairs was Buddy and Mary Baker. Buddy rushed down and gave his sister a big hug of his own, while she ruffled his hair and smiled. Then she looked up and saw her mother. Pat had no idea what to do. Lyle and Tobias faded into the background as much as they good. Looking at Mary Baker was to look at someone who seemed to have just woken up. She had a look of perplexity on her face. She walked down the stairs, kissed Pat on the forehead and then went back up to her room. 'Good for you Mary,' Lyle thought. 'Good for you.' ---------- ------------------ The next morning . . . ---------- ------------------ Pat woke up on Saturday morning . . . refreshed. She hadn't worked out, trained or anything the previous evening after getting home. It had all been so surreal that she had fallen back on her bed, an unusual smile etched on her face. She rolled out of bed and bounced to her feet. She was feeling energized, and had a burning desire to work out. Normally, it was just a task she performed in the morning. She started with an aerobic workout, followed by some stretching, free weights and then practicing on the pell. Then it was time to hit the shower. She got out of her practice clothes, then stopped and looked at herself in the mirror. 'I really DO have a nice body,' she thought. 'Though I still don't get the whole "pretty" thing. Still . . .' She stared at her firm, perfectly shaped behind and caught herself grinning. 'Not bad at all.' Hot water always felt good after a session, but this morning it felt particularly refreshing. It ran down her face, neck and taut abs until it reached her nicely shaved vaginal region. She had just wanted to trim it, but then had just cleaned it up completely. Initially, she thought it had looked silly but now she was glad she had done it. While Pat had generally tried to repress or ignore her sexual nature, she wasn't exactly a saint. She had fantasies, which had become more frequent as of late. And while she didn't masturbate often, she had done it. And she was feeling like doing it that morning. She waited until she had rinsed out her hair, then lay back on the floor of the tub and let the shower water just rain down on her body. She preferred this to actually taking a bath. It felt more wild to her. Her right hand slipped between her slightly spread legs and spread her nether lips just a bit, letting the water splash on them. Then, she closed her eyes. In her mind, she saw Keith, and he was as naked as the day he was born. She tried to picture what he would look like. Was his "thing" big or small? She went somewhere in the middle with it. Was he hairy or smooth chested? She preferred the idea of smooth, so she kept that. And she decided his member would be shaved too. What the hell . . . it was HER fantasy. She pictured him coming closer, laying down beside her and kissing her like he had last night. Just that thought sent a shiver through her body. With one hand, he was caressing her head, tracing the lines of her face. His other hand rested first on one of her breasts, feeling it and gently pulling on her nipple. Then that had moved to the other breast. When he stopped kissing her lips, he kissed her neck, her collarbone and then her breasts. His hand, meanwhile, slipped between her legs. At this point of her fantasy, Pat pushed two fingers into her pussy. "Mmmh," she moaned as her imaginary man's image caused her very real fingers to explore her body. She caressed her own stomach as her pussy was leisurely toyed with. She used her free hand to simulate the feeling of Keith's mouth on her breasts, pulling, rubbing and caressing as fit the moment. She longed to feel the muscles of his arm and neck. She wanted to know the contours of his back and the firmness of his buttocks. "Please," she whispered to the showerhead, "take me." Her fingers started moving faster as her dream lover rolled over until he was on top of her body. Her legs spread wider to accommodate him, leaving Pat with her feet up on the side of the tub. She pictured Keith's member hanging beneath him as he pushed slowly into her. By that point, her palm was rubbing against her clit as her fingers worked double-time. She could almost feel her virginal pussy spread to accommodate him. She had no concept of what it would feel like to lose her virginity, but she understood the pleasure she was now feeling. "Harder," she moaned to the heavens. In her mind, her legs were locked behind Keith's back as he rhythmically pounded her. He kissed her periodically, of course, and caressed her sides, stomach and breasts. "God!" she cried as she reached climax in record time. She arched herself all the way off the floor of the tub and kept herself there with the power of her neck and legs. Her fingers were too busy to be bothered, toying with her inside and sometimes her clit. It was a whopper of an orgasm too, leaving a warm and healthy glow inside her when it finally slipped away. Pat lay on the floor again, breathing heavily. She felt quite happy, but she also felt a little restless. She wasn't done. She stood up and grabbed the detachable shower head, lowering it to the ground. Then she crouched over it while it sprayed up into her paradise, sending hundreds of little bolts of pleasures screeching up to her brain. She braced one hand on the edge of the tub and then used her other hand to pleasure herself once more. In her fantasy, Keith was behind her now, his strong hands on her hips while he fucked her hard and fast. Between the waterspray, her fingers and her imagination, Pat found herself turned on beyond anything she had felt before. She lowered her pussy closer to the showerhead, causing a pleasurable burst of activity in her brain. The water was stimulating everything at once, and it was actually getting difficult to keep her fantasy going in her head. Soon, all she could do was picture Keith's face while she hurried toward a second climax. She had never actually allowed herself the time to get herself off twice in a session before, but she found the second to be better than the first. Initially, she had felt a happy conclusion to her desperation. This one had been all about pleasure for its own sake. She actually felt that this orgasm had been a little wetter than the first, and her body felt incredibly relaxed and lazy after the trembling stopped and her body was able to rest. She kissed her phantom lover goodbye, and then opened her eyes again. It was time to get back to the real world. ----------- ---------- At the track . . . ----------- ---------- Pat was timing the runners again when Keith arrived. Her coworkers, as well as Gail and Todd, both saw an immediate change. It was a change that normally was reserved for when her brother was around. It was a happy smile. Not forced. Most of her coworkers looked shocked when Keith gave the girl a very friendly hug. "What are you doing here?" she asked, quite pleased to see him. "It's one of those things that Gail and Todd get to see all the time, so I figured I should. What are we doing?" he replied looking around. "Just keeping track of time trials. There are a few guys that might make nationals." "There's Buddy," he said, looking at the pack that was round the one-hundred yard mark. Pat's face lit up again. "Yeah. He's probably not gonna advance, but he doesn't really care." Run Ch. 04 Keith was examining the girl's face. "You love this don't you?" Pat sighed, her face falling a bit. "I don't have a lot of my own memories I care that much about," she said, a bit sadly. "The best ones I have are right here, waiting for my brother. I promised him a long time ago that I'd always wait for him at the finish line. I haven't broken that promise yet." Keith put his arm around her shoulders and held her. She felt oddly comfortable there, and even went so far as to rest her head on his shoulder. Mr. Keibler, the organizer, walked over to Gail, who was watching her best friend's emerging intimacy with a pretty remarkable girl. "Are . . . is he . . . are they . . ." "Yep," Gail said. "I think they are." "How did that happen?" he asked. "It's a long story," Gail replied. ----------- -------------- That evening . . . ----------- -------------- A number of Pat's friends and family were in the crowd, mostly dumfounded. Carolyn and Lola were there, unafraid of being spotted together in the throng. Gail, Todd and Keith sat next to Lyle, Buddy and Mary Baker. Reginald Baker was closer to the mat, acting as Pat's coach. As if she needed one. Lyle tried to explain the scoring rules for a judo tournament, most of which went over the others' heads. Keith picked up that a full point, or ippon, won the bout. There were lesser point amounts determined by the speed or power of a throw or length of time a hold was placed on the opponent. With Pat, it didn't really matter. She won five straight matches within her division (based on age, weight and experience level) in a grand total of thirty seconds, using quick and powerful throws to put her opponents squarely on their backs. The only reason it took her THAT long was because her last two opponents were trying (vainly) to stay out of her grasp. "That wasn't a match," Gail muttered. "That was a bitch-slap!" This came on the tail of being awarded her final ippon and the referee awarded the match to her. Lyle chuckled. "We told you she was good." Keith was wide-eyed. Thinking about how he had once pissed that girl off suddenly filled him with unease. "I thought she was just being . . . cocky." "Pat isn't capable of cocky," Lyle replied. "She knows exactly how good she is on that mat. She won't lie about it." The crew got up and went to leave. Gail wanted to go talk to Lola, and Todd went with her (mostly to ogle the lesbians and get a better picture of them for his next fantasy). Lyle and Buddy were excitedly talking about what Pat had done. Keith felt a hand on his shoulder. "Hello. You must be Keith?" Mrs. Baker asked. "Yes ma'am," he replied, a bit nervous. "I'm glad I got a chance to meet you," she said, offering her hand. Keith looked at her, then decided to shake her hand. He really had no love or respect for either of Pat's parents, but there was no need to make things more difficult. Mary had noticed his hesitation. "I see you're familiar with our family drama," she said, somewhat sadly. "I'm a little surprised. I didn't think she'd be willing to share." Keith was mystified. This was quite direct, particularly from someone he had never spoken to before. "I'm not here to add to the drama. I like Pat, and I'm here for her." "I'm glad," Mary said. "I don't think I realized how badly she needed a friend." Keith's blood was boiling just a little bit. He was struggling with how to phrase what he wanted to say. "Go ahead," Mrs. Baker said. "I'm a big girl, and I want your honesty." "Shouldn't YOU have been her friend? She does well in school, she's smart and athletic and . . . damn it, she takes good care of Buddy. Why exactly are you so ashamed of her?" Mary looked away. "I'm not ashamed of her. I just don't know what to do with her anymore. I was never the best mother to her, I know. But right before we came back to the States, she stopped talking to me almost entirely." "What happened?" "I wish I knew. Then I saw her walking away with you and it finally occurred to me that I was losing her. True, I've been losing her for years, but . . . I remembered how much it hurts. I want my daughter back." "That's her decision to make. Why don't you just tell her how you feel?" "Every time we talk, I remember how angry I was that my husband tried to make my daughter into a son and how she just caved in and did whatever he wanted." "Yeah. It's SO easy to resist the will of a Brigadier General, particularly when your own mother won't stand up for you." Keith paused and tried to regain his composure. "If you want Pat back, you're gonna have to deal with her directly. And I suspect you'll have to give her an explanation that's a hell of a lot better than the one you've given me." He shook his head. "No wonder she gets so many headaches," he said, then caught himself. He had said too much. "What headaches?" her mother asked, confused at first and then expressing more concern. "What are you talking about?" "Mary!" came a shout from up the stairs. It was loud and panicked, and it was coming from Lyle. "Get up here! It's Buddy!" Mary and Keith rushed up to where the others had gathered to await their conquering hero. Buddy was kneeling, his already pale face as white as a sheet. He was kneeling on the ground, gripping his chest. Just then, Pat and her father arrived on the scene as well. "Buddy?!" Pat said in a panic. "Someone dial 911!" There were already several people making just that very call. Mary Baker knelt next to her son. Reginald Baker just . . . stared. He had absolutely no idea what to do. Pat looked up and saw him and she stared at him with a hatred that no one who knew her had ever seen before. "Do something!" she screamed. Suddenly, Reginald Baker went into action. He knew what was happening and where Buddy would be taken. He called the hospital and made sure that the best cardiovascular surgeon available would be waiting at the operating room. He called the chief of police of Springfield (a golfing partner) and made sure that the road would be cleared and that the ambulance would get a police escort. He used every bit of his considerable influence to make sure that Buddy would be in the best possible hands. ------------- ------------- Three days later . . . ------------- ------------- Keith hated this. He didn't know what to say or what to do. His mind was still locked on that night. Buddy Baker had suffered a heart attack. Everyone had known that he was at increased risk for heart problems as a "side effect" of his condition. But everything had been going so well . . . Buddy had been pronounced dead at nine o'clock that night. He'd had a big heart, and it had gotten the best of him. The doctors said that there was nothing anyone else could have done for him. He had exercised and eaten right. But genetics had dealt him a bad hand that had finally played out. When the doctor had given the final verdict, his mother broke down. His father stood over his son and tried to comfort his wife. Lyle cried. Pat froze. She didn't speak to anyone. Her facial expression was locked in a position of complete sorrow and hopelessness. Keith tried to get her to talk, but she shoved him away. Gail and Todd met the same reaction. They told her to at least talk to Dr. Martin, which was the first time anyone in her family apparently had heard that she had been seeing the school psychologist. Pat went over to where her brother's body was lying. She kissed his forehead . . . closed his eyes . . . then turned and walked out of the building. So Keith, Gail and Todd found themselves at the funeral of a young man they wished they had gotten to know better. He had seemed so youthful. Dr. Martin had asked Gail to send her regards, but she wasn't able to get away for the day. The three young friends wanted badly to comfort Pat, but the distance that had existed between her and the rest of the world had returned and now even included her uncle and Tobias. Both of the latter gentlemen had informed the friends that she had even shut THEM out. The turnout was pretty impressive. Buddy had a lot of friends at the Special Olympics, as athletes and administrators and volunteers had shown up. They all offered their condolences as the casket was lowered into the ground. None of them knew how to handle Pat. Then, things got even worse for the family. Reginald Baker saw his daughter standing next to the grave, looking down. He saw her take a couple of pills and clutch her forehead. He and his wife had just learned of her migraine problems the day before in a conversation with his brother, and he was kicking himself for not seeing the problem earlier. Lyle hated to break his niece's privacy boundary, but figured it was about time they knew. Pat's father walked towards her, his arms extended as if to embrace her. She turned and walked away from him. "Pat . . ." he started to say. Patrice Baker spun around and punched her father straight in the face. Everything went quiet and the other onlookers who hadn't returned to their cars looked on in disbelief. Reginald Baker was a tough guy, but even he had been rocked by that blow, partially due to its power and partially to surprise. "Don't you DARE pretend that you care!" she hissed violently. "Don't fucking come near me! And don't you dare fucking cry! You didn't love him, so you don't get to pretend that it hurts now!" "Pat that's not true," Mr. Baker replied. "Bullshit! You never even noticed him! You knew nothing about him!" "Sweetheart . . ." her mother started. "Keep out of this! The only fucking thing you ever wanted to do was stay out of my life, so don't change that now!" Pat's grip on reality was slipping away, and everyone could see it. Her fist was still clenched, almost daring her father to take another step forward. Then she pointed at the grave. "He was the only one who actually gave a damn about me and now . . . " Pat's eyes showed a realization. Her brother was dead. She had numbed herself to that fact before, but she suddenly felt the entire brunt of reality smashing her in the chest. "I failed him," she muttered. "I'm supposed to be there for him. I'm supposed to be waiting . . ." "Pat," Keith said, stepping forward. His friends and Pat's family watched as he approached her. For a moment, it looked like she would actually let him touch her. Then she turned and took off at a full run through the woods surrounding the graveyard. "PAT!" he screamed after her, trying to follow but quickly losing sight of her. Everyone scoured the woods looking for her. Reginald Baker called the police and got them looking for her. But Pat Baker had vanished. ---------- ------------- Hours later . . . ---------- ------------- Pat Baker's skin felt so cold and her mind so heavy. A part her heart had died when her brother's heart had failed. She had escaped through the woods but had no idea where she was anymore. She also didn't really care. Her entire life, the only thing she had been able to count on was her brother. Others had tried . . . her Uncle Lyle . . . Tobias . . . and recently Keith and company . . . but Buddy had been her glue. His joy had been hers. His health had been her mission. His life had been her reason for living. Without that reason . . . she knew what she had to do. -------- --------------- Elsewhere . . . -------- --------------- The Baker household was in a state of chaos. Mary Baker hadn't even been able to grieve over her son before she had to worry about the health of her daughter. Reginald Baker's nicely ordered world and plans had fallen apart. Lyle and Tobias, as well as Keith, Todd and Gail, were out combing the streets and making phone calls while Pat's parents coordinated what they could. Keith got a call on his cell phone from Lyle. There had been something gnawing at his brain since the funeral, but he hadn't been able to pin it down, so he almost missed the call. "Hey." "Any luck?" Lyle asked hopefully. "No. Damn it, I should've been faster," Keith grumbled hopelessly. "You wouldn't have been able to stop her anyway. She's angry and unhinged and she probably would have hurt you." "No," Keith said. "I saw it in her eyes. She wanted help. She knew she needed it. But the fear . . . the pain . . ." "I understand," Lyle said. He would have been happy that Pat had found such a great guy. Now, he just wanted to find HER. Something clicked in Keith's brain. Pat had said, 'I'm supposed to be there for him.' "Lyle, I think I know where she went!" -------- ---------------------- A few minutes later . . . -------- ---------------------- Several cars came screeching into the parking lot near where the local Special Olympics practiced. Keith knew somehow that Pat was going to try and keep her promise to Buddy . . . she was going to meet him at the finish line. The field appeared to be abandoned at the moment. At least that's what people thought until Keith spotted a lump of humanity over where Pat used to stand, watching her brother run. As Keith, Lyle and Gail ran towards the lump, Keith could tell it was Pat. And she wasn't moving. As they got closer, they all saw an empty pill bottle lying next to her. Instead of being her headache medicine though, they found it to be an empty sleeping pill bottle. She had consumed the entire thing. For the second time in recent days, they found themselves dialing 911 and praying they didn't lose one of the Baker children. ------------ --------------- To be continued . . . Run Ch. 05 This story is a bit wordy and fairly long, so if you are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to look elsewhere. It contains heterosexual and lesbian sexual activity. --------------- ----------------- The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead (or just confused) is entirely coincidental. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or in total, without the author's permission. This story takes place in the entirely fictional city of Springfield, California, so don't go looking for it on a map. And in my little fictional world, there are no unwanted pregnancies or STD's, except as plot driving devices. The author encourages the practice of safe-sex. This is part of an ongoing series. Please check out earlier part(s) for background and character history. ----- ------------- "Run" Part 05 ----- ------------- Darkness was a funny thing. It seemed to hold whatever you were afraid of, even though you couldn't see it. It is the screen you project your nightmares onto. Pat Baker saw nothing, and that was her fear. She was used to seeing her brother's smiling face. She was used to watching him run. She was used to him being there to cheer her up just through his love of life. His life was over, and her attempt to end her own life had apparently failed. But as frightening as the dark was, she was even more scared of the light. She refused to open her eyes and see her father's disappointed gaze. She had tried so hard all her life to keep him happy and off of Buddy's back. He was probably trying to figure out how this little "episode" was going to affect his plans for her. She doubted her mother was there at all. She was probably grieving for the child she had actually loved. Her uncle might be around. She knew how much that he had wished that she were stronger. Then she thought of her friends, if they still were in that category. She had become the psychopath everyone had thought she was when Keith had been dared to talk to on that one fateful afternoon. She had almost begun to believe that life would get better. He was probably at home right now, thanking his lucky stars that he had discovered the truth about Pat before it was too late. About then, one of Pat's headaches arrived, gnawing into the part of the brain right behind her eyes with vicious teeth and causing the blood in her temples to beat with an unholy rhythm. She tried to block it all out, squeezing her fists and her eyelids, trying to banish the pain back into the darkness that had sent it. She heard a distant beeping grow louder . . . the kind of beeping that accompanied a thin green line with period spikes marring its surface. Then she felt something cool inside the veins of her left arm and the pain subsided. --------- --------------- In the light . . . --------- --------------- Mary and Reginald Baker were asleep on a couch in the lobby nearby Pat's room. Lyle Baker was walking the off-white hallways trying to get some circulation back in his legs. Tobias was leaning against the nurse's station, making small talk and trying to dig for information. Keith and Todd and Gail had just returned from the cafeteria. Much to the chagrin of his school and team, Keith had decided to forsake the second game of the playoffs to be there when Pat woke up. They sat down, and Keith glanced at Mrs. Baker. He had said some unkind things to her just before Buddy died which he now greatly regretted. She might not have been a great mother to Pat for whatever reason, but she had been a great mother to Buddy. And to be faced with such tragedy and then try and come to terms with her daughter's suicide attempt was more than she deserved. Mr. Baker . . . Keith really couldn't sympathize too much. He had frozen when his son was dying and his designs involving his daughter had been self-absorbed and self-centered. But mostly, Keith was concerned about Pat. Her spirit had died with her brother, and Keith had no idea how she was going to make it through, if she were inclined to even try. "Hey," Lyle said as he walked over. "You really should go to your game," he chided the young man he had come to respect greatly. "The doctors say there's no telling how long she'll be out. Even after getting her stomach pumped . . ." He stopped. It had been a horrible process to watch. "She was exhausted and stressed and who knows what else." "I wouldn't be any good to the team right now anyway," Keith said. He had pitched like shit in the first game. He had been in shock over Buddy's death. It was almost ironic. Everyone had thought it was when she twisted his arm that Pat Baker would keep Keith out of the game. It had taken something a lot more extreme. He had just quoted a "family emergency" and had spent as much time as he could in the last twenty-four hours at the hospital. He looked over at Pat's parents, then stood up and whispered to Lyle, "What's going to happen? I mean, how do you think they're going to handle this?" "I don't know," the big man replied. "This was too much." The big man was choked up. "Buddy . . . now this. I know you don't think much of them, but I know Reginald loves Pat, and Mary was trying to remember how. And before you get harsh with them," he said softly, "remember that their only remaining child is tied to a hospital bed." Keith sighed. "I wasn't going to pick a fight. When Pat comes out of this, that's the last thing she'll need." He and Lyle noticed Tobias was waving them over. "I think she was awake," the butler said as they gazed in through the glass. "I saw her clenching her fists and . . . It's something she does when she meditates, particularly when she's got headaches. I've seen her in the kitchen doing it when she has a migraine." He covered his mouth with his hand and mumbled, "I should have done something. I should have told her parents what they were doing to her." "We all should have done a lot of things," Lyle said. "But we get a second chance to do them now. Let's not blow it." "Is she awake yet?" came a tired and feminine voice. "Hey Mary," Lyle said, hugging his sister. "No, but Tobias think she may have woken up for a second. She's gonna live." Mary was staring at his chest. "What did I do?" she asked. "I let my son die and drove my daughter to this." Keith stiffened his spine. "Buddy lived a long time because you both loved him so much. It's the same reason Pat's in . . . in there. Buddy loved his sister. Can you be strong enough to do the same?" Mary glanced at him, her tear-stained eyes questioning him. Then she let go of Lyle and walked into the hospital room, pulling up a chair and taking hold of her daughter's hand. --------- ------------------- In the darkness . . . --------- ------------------- Pat felt something warm. It made her want to cry. Her brother used to hold her hand sometimes when he knew she was feeling like crap. She knew it wasn't him. She knew she couldn't keep her eyes closed forever, as badly as she wanted to. So she cracked them open. It was her mother in the room with her. Mrs. Mary Baker hadn't noticed that Pat was awake yet. Pat glanced at the window and saw her Uncle Lyle, Keith and Tobias staring in the window. They most DEFINITELY noticed she was awake. They slowly walked inside, obviously nervous. That was when Mary realized something was up. Tobias left to wake up Reginald while mother and daughter locked eyes on each other. "What . . ." Pat started in a raspy voice, "are you doing here?" Her tone was empty. "Pat," Mary replied, her eyes, face and voice pained. She went to hug the girl who tried to turn away, finding herself constrained by a series of belts and buckles reserved for those patients on suicide watch and might be a danger to themselves. So she turned away from her mother as best she could. "Get out," Pat said, still very hollow. "You don't want to be here," she said, then paused, and continued, "and I don't want you here." "Patrice," came a voice from the doorway, "Honey," Reginald said. "You too," she whispered. "Both of you . . . out. I don't want to look at either of you." She closed her eyes, preferring the darkness. "I don't want you to see me." "What are you talking about?" her father mumbled. "Sweetie, you're sick and you need help." "You don't give a damn about what I need. Just what you want." "That's not true!" "OUT!" she screamed, bringing doctors and nurses running. "Get them out!" "Sir . . . ma'am, I think you might want to step outside." "She's our daughter!" Mr. Baker shouted. "She needs rest and you're distressing her," a doctor said. "She doesn't need rest! She took a bottle of sleeping pills for God's sake!" Mr. Baker screamed. For the second time in two days, Reginald Baker was punched in the face. This time, it was Keith doing the honors. "You stupid son of a bitch!" the young man shouted. "How completely . . ." Keith couldn't think of anything that quite summarized how angry he was. The punch had done a pretty good job of that. Reginald and Keith were both "escorted" to different areas of the hospital to cool down by hospital security. Everyone had forgotten about Pat in the scuffle, which is what she wanted. Except not quite everyone had left. Mary Baker still sat at her bedside. A nurse touched her shoulders, indicating it was time to leave. Mary was crying softly. "I loved him too," she said, touching her daughter's hand before letting herself be led away. Pat could see Gail and Todd and Tobias and Lyle staring at her, quite obviously anguished. Her mother was still crying as she was led away. She could hear her father and Keith screaming at each other up and down the hallway until they were out of sight from each other. Then a nurse closed the blinds and turned out the lights, giving Pat the darkness she so desperately thought she wanted. But this time, the blackness held no nightmares or promises or fears. It just existed. It certainly didn't seem to hold any answers. But after a while, it at least offered her some temporary oblivion. ------------- ----------------- The next morning . . . ------------- ----------------- Lyle had called his company and told them he was going to take an emergency leave of absence. It had been decided the previous evening, admittedly begrudgingly, to let him be the family liaison and Pat's legal representative until she was considered to once again be in her right mind. Reginald Baker had been forced to swallow his pride when the doctors reminded him that her recovery was the most important thing. Mary Baker was struggling to cope. She wanted to wrap her arms around her son for comfort, but he was gone. Keith had been sent home under threat of arrest for assaulting Mr. Baker the night before, but had been given permission to come by after classes if he promised to behave himself. Gail and Todd also had to go back to school, but promised to come by as soon as they could. They'd let the principal and Pat's teachers know that she wouldn't be in for a while due to a medical emergency. And it was Gail who had an idea about what might help Pat that everyone had agreed to. "Lyle Baker?" asked a redheaded woman. "Yes?" he replied, standing up. "I'm Dr. Carolyn Martin. I'm from Pat's school. We met briefly at the tournament? Gail asked me to drop by." "Thank goodness," Lyle said, shaking her hand somewhat energetically. "The kids said she might talk to you. Lord knows she ain't talking to anybody else." Carolyn couldn't help but notice how tired this mountain of a man looked. The woman's mother looked completely disheveled and at her wit's end, while Pat's father was pacing the halls with a blank look on his face. "How is she?" "She's stable," Lyle said. "She's out of harm's way . . . well, physically at least. But she won't let her parents in to see her. When I go in, she just doesn't say anything. I . . . I don't understand," he said. "I know it must be hard . . . losing Buddy," he said, his voice choking. "But this . . . reaction . . ." Carolyn put a hand on the big man's arm as Pat's parents approached. "I'll do what I can. But the decision to survive or not is going to be up to her." "What do you mean?" Mary Baker asked. "I don't know if she told you," Carolyn said clearly, "but I've been counseling her at school. At first it was just because she had behaved aggressively, but then she actually came by just because she needed someone to talk to. I quickly realized just how smart and how special she is. But her entire life had been based around one thing for a long time. Now she's lost it," she added, and then looked at the parents. "And I'm so very sorry for your loss. I can't imagine what this last week must have been like for you." They just nodded, and then Reginald spoke. "Do you think you can help her?" "Yes. I can't tell you about what she and I talked about, but I will tell you that I believe that based on those conversations, I believe that there's fight left in her." "Then please . . . get her to talk to us. Get her well," Mary said, her husband nodding. "Very well. We'll make arrangements with the hospital administration to let me act, at least for the time-being, as her official 'therapist.' I promise you, I'll do everything I can." ------------ ---------------- A little while later . . . ------------ ---------------- Pat opened her eyes again. She had been awake for a while and knew someone was in the room. She heard the breathing and smelled a familiar perfume. "Great," she said tiredly. "More talking?" "I doubt it," Dr. Carolyn Martin said. "I suspect you'll go silent again. Pain seems to be elevated to something almost honorable when it's called 'suffering.' Suffering is something you can hold on to when everything else is missing and it's something you get to do quietly. I've never been through what you're going through and I won't pretend to. But everyone, sometime in their life, feels pain or suffers in ways that YOU couldn't imagine. You're different Pat. Everyone knows that. But being different alone doesn't make you special." Pat looked straight ahead. "Thanks for the fortune-cookie-lecture Doc. You can leave now." "Actually, that won't work with me. By permission of your family and the hospital, I'm your legally appointed psychiatrist. It's up to me to decide if you're intellectually and emotionally capable of rejoining society and won't be a danger to yourself anymore. If I'm not convinced, then you're considered incompetent and you go into the psychiatric ward until I say otherwise." Pat just stared. "And so begins the silence. You're not like other girls. I doubt you're trying to figure out how to lie to me so you can get loose. You're not much for lying. You're going to try and wait me out. But you won't," Carolyn said. "Because I care about you." "Shut up," Pat growled. "There are a lot of people who care about you these days. People who see you for what you are." "SHUT UP!" "A beautiful young woman who, for the first time in her life, is in more pain . . . more suffering than she can handle alone." "You don't know what I'm capable of!" "No. No one does." Carolyn drew a deep breath. "But Buddy did." Pat's next explosion died on her lips. The pain dwelling behind her eyes finally pushed tears to the surface. "I . . . I . . . " Pat fought to control herself, even though it seemed to make her head feel like it was going to explode. Carolyn stood up. Pushing Pat more at that point wasn't going to do any good. "I'm going to go ahead and let you think things over. I need you to believe me when I say this will get better. You'll hurt over what happened. You lost someone you loved and you wouldn't be human if you didn't hurt. But I don't think your brother would have wanted you to be in this state. You'll never forget him. But someday, thinking back at the time you shared will make you smile instead of cry. But before that happens, you're going to have to decide to get better. And there are a lot of people waiting for that to happen." Dr. Martin stroked the forehead of the young woman who obviously need to cry but wouldn't let herself. "I'm going to leave my phone number at the nurse's station with instructions to let you call anytime you need to. Or call your folks or your uncle or your friends. Call Keith. Even if you don't want to talk, it might be nice to have a shoulder to cry on. The nurse will bring you a speaker phone if you want." She kissed Pat on the forehead and then left. -------------- ---------------- That afternoon . . . -------------- ---------------- Lola peeked her head in through the front door. Carolyn had called in sick after visiting Pat, so Lola had decided to run home and find out what happened. She found her girlfriend lounging on the couch in her terrycloth bathrobe with a bottle of wine and a glass. She wasn't drunk . . . Carolyn had never seen the point of achieving that particular state of being. Rather, she was trying to relax. "That bad?" the Hispanic cutie said, picking up Carolyn's legs, sitting down and then placing those legs in her lap. "Pretty bad," the redhead replied. "It's never a good time for a decent person to die, but the timing couldn't have been worse. I think one of the reasons that Pat is hurting so bad is that having friends reminded her what it was like to feel good. Before . . . I don't know. She might have just repressed it all. Not good, but I don't know if she would have tried to kill herself." "You'll help her," Lola said as she proceeded to give her lover a foot rub, which was quite obviously appreciated. "You help the helpless. You're like . . . like . . . like Superman with a Ph.D." Carolyn smiled. "Sometimes, even Superman needs help. I've got you. I know I can trust you. She's so uncertain. She's got parents with a history of emotional distance or disdain, an Uncle who's a good man but can't always be there, and friends that . . . well, that she's just not use to having." "But she's going to be alright?" "I . . . I think so." Carolyn took another sip. "Enough talk," she whispered. "I need you. Just . . . just make love to me tonight." Lola touched her lover's face. Then she took the bottle of wine and Carolyn's glass and set them to the side of the sofa. The two just stared at each other for a moment. Then Lola leaned in and their lips made contact, sending small jolts of electricity racing back and forth. Lola realized how frazzled Carolyn must be. She didn't want to play any of their usual games. She just needed gentle contact. Lola could handle that. She placed her hand on the back of Carolyn's neck and held their heads together so their lips never had far to travel. There was no need for the immediate exposure of skin. There would be time enough for that. They broke their kiss with a gasp. It was then that Lola leaned back and let her girlfriend's educated hands unbutton Lola's work-shirt, exposing a white bra and smooth light-brown skin. Lola took Carolyn's hand and placed it about the outline of the bra, right over Lola's heart. "This is yours," she said. Carolyn pressed her head to that spot, wrapping her arms around her lover and pulling her close. 'Such a delicate thing,' she thought, listening to Lola's heart. 'But so powerful.' She kissed the skin over Lola's heart as she unhooked her bra and took a long slow draw at one of those dark little nipples. Lola let her shirt and bra fall away, stroking the good doctor's hair while that tongue ran circles around the soft flesh of her breast. Carolyn cupped the smallish entity and lifted it, presenting the nipple for more convenient suction. Lola was quite pleased with the sensation. Carolyn let her robe fall open, letting her full chest be exposed. Lola licked her lips and then applied those lips to those tits, returning the favor of Carolyn's attentions. And she sent one of those tough hands down to untie the belt of Carolyn's robe, pulling it until the entire robe could fall open. Then Lola rubbed Carolyn's hot pussy, inserting one finger while rubbing her hand in small circles. Lola's lover's skin was already flushed with excitement and need, and Lola would fulfill every one of those needs. Run Ch. 05 Lola was on top of Carolyn, pressing her hand against her lover's crotch and their bare chests together. The redhead had all the padding, but Lola was taut and toned. And the two kissed as Lola humped against her girlfriend, and Carolyn wrapped her legs around the Hispanic beauty. The two embraced and kissed and rubbed against each other, Lola's fingers and hand tantalizing Carolyn's sex. "I love you," Carolyn said between breaths. Lola gave a sly grin. "I think I figured that one out," she said. But her face grew softer and, "I love you too." Her fingers started to move faster as they pressed their bodies even more tightly against one another. Lola wanted to make Carolyn cum so many times that she forgot her troubles and was willing to go all night to make that happen. Carolyn's substantial chest was heaving against her lover and she was letting out small grunts of air that often preceded climax. Lola sunk three fingers into the woman's pussy, pressed her hand firmly against the woman's opening and waited as Carolyn made the "O" face and her pussy spasmed. Hard and wet was the way she liked it, and Lola had delivered her to that particular promised land. Lola stood up and let Carolyn undo her pants and slide them, panties and all, all the way down to her ankles. Lola had barely even gotten a chance to kick them away when her lover grabbed her ass and pulled her close, allowing Carolyn to rain kisses down on that firm tummy and trailing them down to Lola's honeypot. Lola lifted one leg and rested her foot on the edge of the sofa while the redhead hunkered down and started licking up into that wonderful pussy . . . dark on the outside but pink and juicy on the inside. "Oh baby," Lola moaned, running her cum soaked fingers through Carolyn's hair as the educated woman's educated tongue slid through Lola's pussy like butter. She could move that tongue faster than a jackhammer and was hitting all the right places with unerring accuracy. And then Lola felt a single finger press its way into her asshole. She wasn't as in to that as Carolyn one, but couldn't deny that the extra pressure of just one finger was quite pleasant and helped emphasize the pleasure in her cunt. "You're such a naughty girl." "Just for you," Carolyn said. That was mostly true too. While she had always been . . . well, easily aroused, being with Lola had taken things to a whole new level. Lola had a bad-girl look with an angel's disposition and the combination drove Carolyn to the brink of insanity sometimes. There were times it seemed that there weren't enough hours in the day to do all the things she wanted to with her brown-skinned beauty. Carolyn pressed her lips together around Lola's outer labia and pulled gently. She released and ran her tongue deep down the cleft until it reached the top. She retrieved her tongue before sucking softly on Lola's clit before repeating the whole process. It didn't take long to get Lola squirming in delight. Lola's earliest lesbian experiences had been with hardcore bulls of insensitive nature, and she had found that she MUCH preferred Carolyn's approach. And it wasn't like Carolyn couldn't get a little rowdy! The redhead was thirsty for Lola's cum and wasn't to be denied. She was sucking on her lover's clit hardcore and soon felt the woman's body tremble. Lola was clinging to Carolyn's head as she came. "Let's go to bed," Lola whispered, helping Carolyn up to her feet and leading her to the bedroom. She laid her lover back on the cool comforter and the climbed on top of her. She kissed her way up from Carolyn's pussy to her breasts and then to her mouth before starting the return trip. Carolyn started to spin on the bed before Lola could get to comfortable between her thighs. "I think we need to work on our basic math," she chuckled. "Sixty-nine?" Lola replied, working her way into position. "See?! You're a fast . . . unh . . . learner," she groaned as Lola's tongue penetrated her depths. Carolyn retaliated with great verve and velocity. Her face was still wet from Lola's previous orgasm, and she was looking for more of the same. "Juicy baby," she cooed as she planted her lips in the great divide. Lola was on top, pulling Carolyn's vaginal opening apart with her fingers and licking her way to the center. Once her tongue was in as deep as it could go, she shifted one hand so she could penetrate her lover's rectum while consuming her paradise. Carolyn had just wrapped her arms around Lola's hips and was holding the woman's crotch as close to her face as she could. She was eating he Hispanic hottie like a ravenous dog, shaking her chin in attempt to get deeper into her lover's body. She couldn't resist sliding her hands up and down that beautiful body that lay against her every night. Lola reached one hand over to the nightstand and managed to get the top drawer open without stopping what she was doing. She felt around and found a six inch vibrator. She smiled to herself. The two of them had more sex-toys than an adult novelty story. She turned it on low and placed the tip just inside Carolyn's inner labia, stimulating those fleshy bits while sucking on her clit. Carolyn's eyes rolled back in her head for a moment as pleasure coursed through her. She quickly returned to her oral explorations but found it difficult to concentrate on the task at tongue. It got worse when, after getting it wet with Carolyn's juices, Lola shoved the toy slowly into Carolyn's ass and turned it on high. If her eyes had rolled back earlier, they were in full-on Exorcist mode now. "Oh God!" she cried as her rectum was violated. She quickly attacked Lola's pussy, ravishing if from stem to stern. But try as she might, it was Lola who induced the next climax, and it had Carolyn squirming on the bed like a fish on a hook. She was gasping for breath for thirty seconds before she could move again. "You dirty girl," she moaned happily. "You're the one who told me the rules," Lola replied, then gave out a moan herself as Carolyn started to eat again. Lola pushed the vibrator as far into her lover's ass as she could and just leisurely return to cunnilingus. The two women spent the better part of the next half-hour bringing each other to orgasm after orgasm. Lola's goal was to exhaust her lover into a well-deserved sleep. Carolyn was just wanting to give pleasure to someone she loved so much. She had Lola on her back with the woman's legs spread wide. The vibrator was still in her ass and she was using a smaller one to tease Lola's clit. She inserted her fingers into the Hispanic's pussy and curled them, probing for a spot that was, by that point, quite sensitive. "Oh . . . oh . . . oh . . ." Lola let out as she felt a doozy of an orgasm building. She knew what Carolyn was going to do. 'That bitch!' she thought, but in a good way. The orgasm hit, and the redhead kept probing that spot. Lola was being taken to a sexual plateau where Carolyn was going to keep her for a while. The first orgasm hit and it was a whopper. But that wasn't Carolyn's only intention. She concentrating on stimulating the clitoral area while probing her inside. "Again . . . again . . ." Lola said as a second tremor rocked her body, followed by a third and then a fourth. Carolyn could turn a nun multi-orgasmic if she were so inclined. Lola's body was sweating and trembling when she finally was able to rest. "You are a demon," Lola said. "And yet you keep coming back," Carolyn said, her face slick with Lola's cum even as they kissed. "Feeling better?" Lola asked. Carolyn snuggled against her girlfriend's chest. "Let's take a shower and a nap. Then ask me again in the morning." "Whatever you say, baby. Whatever you say." ------------- ------------ Late that night . . . ------------- ------------ Pat woke up shortly after midnight. She felt . . . humiliated, and she couldn't tell which was worse, being bathed and fed like she was a child or that it was her failed suicide attempt that had put her in that predicament. All she knew for sure was that her heart ached. She thought about calling Dr. Martin, but she wasn't sure what to say. Everyone knew what the score was, so it wasn't as if she had anything to confess. She wondered briefly if her parents were still in the building, then decided she didn't care. She didn't owe them anything. 'So why after all these years to I still want my mother to make everything better? Why am I still ashamed that I let my father down?' she thought. Her father, who had been punched in the face twice in less than forty-eight hours. It was this reminder that made Pat think of Keith, the handsome boy whose ill-advised action had started in motion a chain of events that had, for just a moment, taken Pat out of her little prison and brought her into the real world. And she thought of that kiss. In that one little singularity . . . that one point in space and time . . . things had felt so good. 'I want to feel like that again,' she thought, then a surge of guilt flooded over her. 'I don't deserve to though. How can I ever want to be happy again?' It was then that something Lola had said to her once came to mind. "I just had to make a decision. Continue along a self-destructive path or make a new one." Was she ready to make that decision? ----------- ------------------- The next afternoon . . . ----------- ------------------- Keith arrived at the hospital with Gail and Todd in tow. He looked around to make sure he wasn't breaking the unofficial restraining order between him and Mr. Baker. "This is a good idea," Gail said, patting her friend on the back. "What's a good idea?" asked Dr. Martin, appearing from out of the lady's restroom and almost scaring the youngsters half to death. "Jesus H. Christ," Keith said. "How'd you get here so fast? We just left school . . ." "I took off the final period. Thought this was more important. I just had another session with her." "How is she?" Dr. Martin sighed. "With her, you can never really tell. I always think she wants to say something but won't due to pride or honor or . . . or whatever is going through her mind." "She's a stubborn girl," added Lyle as he sauntered over. "So what's the plan?" Carolyn asked. Keith was getting ready to speak when he noticed that Mr. and Mrs. Baker had also arrived. Keith just stared at Pat's father, but the man didn't blanch. 'He's a tough hombre,' Keith thought. 'I'll give him that.' "What did you have in mind?" Mary Baker asked, trying to sooth tensions. "Please." "I called some people who might be able to get through to her. They'll be here soon, but I was wondering if . . . if we could take Pat's restraints off first." "I think that would be a good idea," Carolyn said. "But security will have to keep an eye on her." "She won't try anything," Keith replied. "I promise." Keith walked into Pat's room while Dr. Martin talked to a doctor and a security guard. "What are you doing here?" Pat asked, captivated by his face. By way of an answer, Keith loosened the straps at her wrists. Pat withdrew her arms, somewhat suspicious. She rubbed her wrists. "What are you doing? Is this an escape attempt?" "Something like that," Keith said, quickly gripping one of her hands and then moving to the side. Pat saw a crowd gathering out in the hallway. It wasn't her "regulars" as she had begun to think of them. She saw Mr. Keibler, the local Special Olympics coordinator and a number of the same athletes and volunteers that had attended her brother's funeral. That was a thought that made Pat's eyes well up, but as usual she fought back the tears. "Hey," Mr. Keibler said softly, looking the woman over who had made such a contribution to his little community in the last several years. "Couple of folk here heard you were in the hospital," he said, glancing over at Keith and then back to the athletes, "and they wanted to come by and say hi." "We miss you Pat," said Tabitha, an middle-aged woman who had been volunteering for the Special Olympics since before anyone cold remember. "Hey," said a young man who, like Buddy, had Down Syndrome. It was Johnny Buchanan, and he had been on Buddy's relay team. He had a problem with looking her in the eyes sometimes because he was generally a shy guy. "We . . . we was wondering," he stammered, "when you was coming back?" Pat felt like she had a frog in her throat. "I don't know Johnny. I wish I did." Miranda, a woman who competed in the long jump, was wiping her nose when she asked, "What's wrong? Why are you here?" Pat gripped her bed sheets. "I . . . I'm sick," she whispered, pain and distress all but completely hidden in her voice. "You're gonna . . . gonna be okay, right?" Johnny asked. Pat welled up her strength. "I think so. I . . . I'm gonna try," she said. She felt a strong hand encircle her own. It was Keith. She bit her bottom lip and gripped his hand back. From the window, their friends as well as Dr. Martin and Pat's family watched. "Good boy," Lyle muttered. In that room, stories began to circulate. Everyone had a story about Buddy or his sister from years gone by. They weren't always amusing stories, but rather were testaments of admiration for a young man who loved to run and a young woman who was always there for him. "Okay everyone," a nurse said, "we need everyone to clear out. General visiting hours are just about up." This was met with a resounding chorus of "awh"s. A lot of the visitors stopped to give Pat hugs or wish her well. Through it all, she kept herself as composed as she possibly could. Before he left, Pat squeezed Keith's hand. "Call me later if you need to," he said. "Keith . . ." "Yeah?" Pat looked terrified for a moment. "I don't want to die," she whispered. "And I think I should and I don't know what to do." The tears weren't to be denied this time. Her shoulders shook and she looked away from the window. Keith stood up and, after giving those outside a "forgive me" look, he closed the blinds. Dr. Martin reached in and pulled the door closed. They were going to give Pat the isolation she was used to suffering in except that this time, she had invited someone in with her. "It should be me in there," Reginald Baker muttered, his skin feeling hot. He was angry, but realized it wasn't Keith that he was angry at. He was mad at himself. "You're right," Lyle said, almost angrily. "It should be you." "Who's side are you on?!" "Hers," the big man said, pointing at the closed door. "Not as much as I should have been though. Not as much as we ALL should have been." ------------- ---------------- Inside Pat's room . . . ------------- ---------------- Pat's head was pressed against Keith's shoulder and she was sobbing quietly onto his letter jacket. Words escaped her, and Keith wasn't going to breach the silence. On top of everything, he doubted that she had ever really taken the time to grieve over the loss of her brother. She had gone from anger to shock to abandonment to suicide attempt with very little time in between. Keith had been in this role before. Gail had cried on his shoulder after more than a couple of broken hearts. Yet this was different. He could tell that Pat had never been like this . . . weakened. He hesitated to say "weak," since he was still pretty sure she could kick his ass. At a certain point, the crying has to stop. Pat was still too proud to let it go on for long, and struggled to get her emotions back under control. "Don't," Keith said. "If you hold it in now, it'll want out later." The dams that Pat was trying to put up crumbled. She clutched Keith's jacket as her mouth was open in an expression of anguish. Finally, it came to an end. The well had run dry, and now Pat was almost at a loss for something to say. "I'm such an idiot," she whispered. "I'm sorry I put you all through this. I . . . I'm sorry I made a mess of your jacket," she added, rubbing the tear-stained spot. "The jacket will make it. Trust me, if it can survive you throwing up on it, it'll survive getting cried on." That comment was met with an involuntary chuckle from Pat that was music to Keith's ears. "Were you serious?" he asked in a more stern tone. "Have you gotten this notion of killing yourself out of your head?" Pat rested her forehead back on his chest. "Yes." "Good. Because it seems there's a lot of people around her who are kind of attached to you." Keith took a little risk. "Even if you don't want to admit it. You've got friends and family . . ." "Don't . . . please don't. I'm not ready to deal with them yet." "You NEED to. Whatever your history with them . . . I didn't want to bring this up, but your parents loved Buddy and they love you. They're just not good at showing it, I'm sure. And Lyle . . ." "I wish you could understand," Pat said, finally leaning back in her bed. Crying had been exhausting. "Make me," he replied. She closed her eyes. "When I was fourteen, my parents took me and . . . Buddy . . ." She paused. It still hurt to think about him. "They took us to Japan. I actually thought that it was a family vacation. Mr. Baker . . . my father had some leave and it wasn't exactly a far reach from Korea. Turns out he wanted to 'surprise' me with another tournament entry. He sprung it on us the night before . . . he said he was confident I'd win even with no prep work. After my brother and I were supposed to have gone to bed, I thought I heard them talking really loud for a second. I crept closer to the door between rooms and listened. My mother . . ." Pat almost choked on the word. "She was mad at my father. Said he mislead us so he could 'promote his pet project' some more." "She said that?" Keith asked. "About you?" "Yeah. I'd always wanted her to love me like she did Buddy. I never understood what I had done to make her hate me. Then she started talking about how he spoiled me . . . Spoiled . . . ha! She kept on telling him how I was nothing but a little robot who saluted whenever he hit a button. He told her that at least I was going to be somebody. I knew what he meant," she added, a bit venomously. "Then Buddy woke up and wondered what I was listening to. That was the first time I ever remember lying to him. I told him that they were just listening to their television too loud and then told him to go back to bed." Pat rubbed her temples. "Not another headache," Keith complained bitterly. His contempt for Pat's parents was growing. "Yeah. I'll be fine. Keith, I haven't trusted a thing either one of my parents have said since. I finally understood what they thought of us. My father had already given up on Buddy and my mother was blaming me for trying to make Dad happy. I couldn't win," she said, trailing off. "But you tried anyway, didn't you? You still wanted her to love you and still wanted him to respect you for who you really were." "I wanted both of THEM to love both of US." Pat put her hands over her face. "That'll never happen now. The one person that I knew I could count on . . . "Pat looked guilty when she pulled her hands away. "The one I KNEW I could count on . . . he's dead," she whispered. "We always had each other, so not having our parents there didn't seem so bad. I'm not ready to deal with them without him. I don't even know if I want to." Keith sat down on the bed next to her. "So what will you do? Just not go home?" "I hadn't really thought that far ahead," she murmured. He touched her face. "You've had other things on your mind. But if you need some space, let me know. I'm sure Gail would let you stay at her place, and her parents are really easy going. I'd offer, but . . ." "It wouldn't look quite proper, would it?" "No. Maybe your uncle?" "My uncle has his own life to deal with, and I'm not ready to leave the area. Buddy and I had some good times here." Pat gripped Keith's hand. "And there are other reasons." Run Ch. 05 A nurse arrived to tell Keith that it was time to go. He kissed Pat on the forehead and the two exchanged a warm hug. Keith exchanged a few words with Dr. Martin and hospital personnel and, for the first time in several days, Pat was able to get some real sleep without restraints. ---------- --------------------- Several weeks later . . . ---------- --------------------- Pat was tentative in her first step out of Gail's PT Cruiser on her first day back to school. She held her book bag nervously, staring at the building that now seemed so ominous, rising from the immaculately groomed lawn above the "Springfield High School" sign and the statue of the bulldog that served as the team's mascot. Gail was watching her friend. Pat had lived with her since being discharged from the hospital after Dr. Martin determined she was no long a danger to herself. She'd still have to go to counseling of course, but it didn't hurt that her psychiatrist worked in the same building where Pat went to school. To the best of Gail's knowledge, Pat hadn't spoken to her parents directly since she had them kicked out of her room at the hospital. She had kept in contact with Tobias, as well as her uncle. Unfortunately, Lyle had finally been forced to fly away on business but planned on returning as soon as he could. There wasn't much he felt he could do anyway. His brother and sister would have to deal with Pat themselves. Pat had been getting better. She still got teary-eyed when she thought of her brother, but the pain was becoming bearable. She sought solace in getting back into some of her old routines, such as exercising in the morning and afternoon. She told Gail that a morning run made her feel that Buddy was still around, except now he was the one watching her instead of her watching him. Gail tried to join her once but quickly determined that five-thirty in the morning should be illegal in the state of California. "You never cared what they thought about you before," Gail said. "I know," Pat said, trying to force a smile. "It's just . . . I didn't care about a lot of things. They're going to know. They're going to stare at me and laugh or feel sorry for me and . . ." Pat couldn't finish. Feeling human while part of the general population was new to her. "It's okay. Some may laugh and some may feel sorry for you. But there's nothing you can do about but not let them get to you and finish up the semester." The two girls started walking towards the front door. "And then what?" Pat scoffed. "I have no idea what I'm going to do." "Shame you're already eighteen," Gail said, rolling her eyes. "An old lady like you doesn't have enough time to figure something out." "You're not helping," Pat said. "Yes I am." "Are not." "Am too." "And the six-year-olds have arrived," Todd said, waiting at the foot of the path that led to the main entrance. He and Keith had been discussing something boy-related. "Is that six years total or each?" Keith asked. "Good question." Gail kicked Todd in the shin, but Keith was smart enough to step back. He knew Gail way too well. "Ouch!" "Don't tease the girlfriend, even if it's warranted. Dating rule number two." "What was rule number one?" "When I want some, you'd better put out." Pat chuckled. She hadn't meant to. She wanted to be nervous and depressed. But her friends weren't going to make it easy on her. The nervousness returned however as they entered the school. Pat couldn't tell if it was reality or her imagination, but it seemed like everyone tried not to stare or stared too long. She heard snickers as she approached her locker, dialing the combination with a slightly trembling hand. Keith placed an arm across her shoulders and it comforted her. Pat survived her first couple of classes and had a quick meeting with Carolyn, but the doctor said she should spend a couple days getting back into the swing of school and they could start their appointments back up again then. It was during lunch hour that things got interesting again. Gail was sitting on one side of the table while Keith and Pat sat next to each other on the other side. The two enjoyed being around each other but weren't sure what exactly their relationship was. So far, they had been only been on one date. Then life and death had interfered, and picking up the pieces is harder when you don't know what the puzzle is supposed to look like. About then, Thomas Frazier and a couple of his cronies walked over. Thomas was one of those guys that to call him a narcissist would be a compliment, assuming he knew what it meant. Even his friends didn't really like him, but they liked his money. More specifically, they liked his family's money. The guy's parents were loaded. His father and mother both came from big money. They didn't need to work, but they did anyway. His dad owned a major California marketing firm and his mother . . . his stepmother really . . . was the trophy-wife extraordinaire. But her family had stake in major oil markets all over the world. "Yo, Brooks!" he said, a greasy grin on his face. "Frazier," Keith replied. He already had a bad feeling about this. Thomas wasn't the kind of guy who blew his nose if he didn't think it could screw with someone's life. "I didn't realize you were into charity," he said, glancing at Pat. Pat's face turned to stone as she sought to control her emotions. "Don't go there," Keith said, standing up. Suddenly, Thomas was flanked by a couple of big guys who came around his side. "Just kinda curious as to why the guy who had an opportunity to lead the school baseball team to glory blew off playoff games. I mean, was Sleeping Beauty here worth it?" "I said drop it," Keith said. Gail had stood up, but there wasn't much she was going to do. Not that it mattered. Pat was on her feet as well, which made Keith much more confident. "What the fuck happened to you dude? I mean, you use to be the cock of the walk. I sure hope that your suicidal bitch girlfriend was a great fuck because . . ." Thomas went quiet. Not because of anything Keith or Pat or Gail did. Unexpectedly, there was a very, very large presence in his face. The "presence" in question was Benga Latu. The name, like the young man, was Samoan . . . a very big Samoan, in fact. He wasn't fat, but he was as thick as a bull. He had been the center of the Springfield High Bulldog football team through this last season and been named to both the state and national high school teams. There was a good reason for that. Once a play started, he protected his quarterback. The joke was that you could put a drunk and blind guy behind Benga and he'd STILL have plenty of time to complete a pass. He was powerful, fast and most importantly, he was disciplined. And at the moment, he was evening up the odds. "The man said to drop it." Benga's big chest was moving calmly and his ham-like fists were clenched. "So why don't you just back away?" Keith had no idea why the six-foot plus Samoan was getting involved. The two had rarely spoken over the last three years and hadn't even been in the same rung of the social hierarchy. Benga was known for standing a step behind the football jocks and keeping his mouth shut. "Why do you have to be such an asshole?" came a smaller but still angry voice from the next table over. It was a thin but kind of pretty girl with long black hair. She was dressed all in black and was as pale as a sheet. And she was trembling. "I don't know who the fuck YOU are," Thomas growled, glad there was someone he might actually be able to intimidate, "but if you don't shut up . . ." "You'll what?" came a third voice. It was Arthur Hyatt, the school's token gay guy. He was no push-over though. He had been picked on a lot until he broke someone's nose. Bullies don't like it when they bleed. He was just sitting across from the girl who had spoken, though it didn't look like they knew each other. "You'll yuppie someone to death?" One by one, a dozen or so people rose to their feet and stood, figuratively or literally, behind Keith and Pat. The two were almost as surprised as Thomas and company. "This isn't over," said the man who was being forced by popular demand to back down. "Whatever you say [i]tong kumong[/i]," Pat returned coldly. "What the FUCK did you just call me?" Mr. Brazier said as he was "restrained" by his friends. They drug him outside, and the entire cafeteria started singing "Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey hey, goodbye!" "What the hell just happened?" Keith muttered. Then he smiled and looked down at Pat. "And what DID you call him?" Pat blushed. "Not much. Just called him an asshole. I'm not good at swearing." Keith offered a hand to big Benga, who took it. Keith was almost scared by how much power the young man displayed with that simple gesture. Gail invited Arthur, or Art, over to sit with them. Pat looked at the young woman who was slowly vanishing back into her table. "Hey," Pat said, her voice breaking. She didn't know how to do this. "Did you want to sit over here? It's Sally, right?" The young girl actually looked shocked. Pat went over and sat next to her. "You okay?" The girl's reply was barely audible. "I . . . I didn't think anyone even knew my name." ------------ ---------------- A little while later . . . ------------ ---------------- Keith had gotten out of his final class, which was English Lit. Benga was in the same class, and the two wandered down the hall towards Keith's locker. "Thanks, by the way," Keith said. "S'all good," the big guy said. "Never could stand Thomas anyway." "But that's not it, is it?" Keith asked. "Thomas has been an asshole for years, and you . . . hell, none of us did anything about it. Why now?" Benga looked around. "Swear you won't say nothin'?" "I promise." He sighed. "I know what she's goin' through, ya know? Starting over again after . . . " Keith was surprised. "You?" "Yeah. My dad moved us out here and . . . it was different. Not like home. It's hard to explain." "I think I get it," came a female voice. Pat was waiting by the locker. "I'm a little more familiar with island customs than some." She looked at Keith. "Islanders have a different sense of family than most of us do. They're communities or villages or whatever pretty much comprises a family environment. Take someone out of that and take them somewhere where you don't even see your neighbors and much less know who they are . . . it can be a tough transition." Benga nodded his head. "I tried to make things here like they were back home, but it didn't work. I didn't want to change . . . thought it would be disgracing my heritage. So I figured I'd take the easy way out. Turns out it wasn't so easy." He showed them one of his wrists and, after staring for a moment, they could see the thin pale line of a healed razor cut. He had made the common mistake of cutting sideways rather than lengthwise. "I was in therapy for a while, but luckily my folks were really cool. We moved somewhere closer to where there was a higher Samoan population, and that helped a lot." Pat sighed. She wished that SHE had that kind of support. "Thanks though," she said. "Though you know that it's your social standing that probably went critical for helping us." "What're they gonna do? We graduate in a few months and then we're off to college. Besides, it was the right thing to do. People had my back when I went through it. Dr. Martin was a big help too." "She counseled you?" Pat said. "I've been working with her too." "Yeah. She was great. She never judged, but she didn't let me off the hook either. Helped everything feel . . . I dunno. Feel real again." "I hope she can do that with me," Pat replied. Then, she found her hand seeking out Keith's. "By the way, I'm going to walk home with Sally today. If this Brazier guy decides to get revenge, she's the most vulnerable I suspect." "And?" Keith thought Pat was holding something back. "And because I see a little of myself in her. She was surprised that anyone even new she existed. I can relate to that." Keith looked quizzical, then shook his head. Then he kissed her. It wasn't long, but it definitely did the trick, as Pat actually felt her knees buckle a little. "Hey," she muttered, a little happier than she had been before. "Stop that." She almost walked into her locker. What was it about such a simple act that made her go goofy? "No," he replied. He turned to Benga. "Hey, we were planning a big movie night on Friday. Wanna go?" "That'd be cool," he said. "Who all is goin'?" "Pat, me . . . Sally if she wants," he added, much to Pat's delight, "and Gail and Todd of course. Where the hell are they anyway?" ---------- ------------------- In a supply closet . . . ---------- ------------------- "What's gotten into you this time?" Todd asked. Gail's skirt was up around her waist, her legs were wrapped around his waist and her back was pressed up against a shelf full of printer paper while he hammered her pussy with his warm cock. "I don't know!" she cooed, quite honestly in fact. "After almost getting into that fight today . . . I'm just so wired! I've been craving this all afternoon!" "I'd suggest you get therapy, but I don't know if I WANT you cured," Todd said, his member enveloped in her velvet heaven. "Hmm," she said, letting his veined member slide in and out of her body. "But I'd bet you'd love for me to be in therapy. Lying on Dr. Martin's office while she undressed me with her eyes and . . . oh, baby!" Todd had once again turned it up a notch. She wondered what he would do if he could ever actually see another girl . . . another woman between her legs. Hell, everything that Gail herself thought of it, it sent twinges of possibilities up and down her spine. But she wasn't going to let Todd in on that . . . yet. "I wish I brought some stuff so you could slick that monkey up and put it in my ass," she said. "But I guess we'll just have to live with you fucking my brains out and then spew in my mouth." "Oh the humanity," he grunted. "Stick your hands over your head." After she did as asked, he grabbed her wrists with one strong hand, watching her being stretched out as he drilled her. "So hot," he muttered, planting his lips on hers and holding them there as he sank into her all the way up to the root and waiting for a moment. Gail felt filled. It was her favorite feeling in the world . . . next to orgasm, of course. She spurred him back into action by kicking him in the ass with her heels. "C'mon baby," she whispered urgently. "We don't have much time." "I'm going as fast as I can," he replied. He was going fast enough that he was seeing stars flying past his head. "Really?" she retorted mischievously. "What if I told you that I wondered what it would be like to be with a woman?" Todd froze for a second. "Are you serious?" "Actually," she said, blushing just a little bit. "Yeah." Gail didn't know exactly what happened after that. It was like Todd was driving a freight train between her thighs. The rapid thudding was making her teeth rattle and she was SURE they were going to get caught. She didn't care. She loved it! "Any girl in particular?" Todd asked as he fucked her. "No," she managed to reply. "Not Dr. Martin, Lola or Pat," she said grinning, "in case that's what you're thinking." "Can I be there?" "Who else would hold the camera?" she gasped, then felt her pussy tighten. She tightened her leg's grip on Todd's waist as she came onto his big dick. It felt like a wet load. At least it was happening in the utility closet. It'd be easier for a confused janitor to clean up. "My turn," he growled, lowering her to her knees. She didn't wait for him to do anything. She took his cock head into her mouth and stroked the shaft rigorously. Then she let it go. "Gimme gimme gimme," she said like a cheerful child on Christmas morning. Soon she got her present. She jacked him off until he came, strand after strand of spooge shooting through the air and into her mouth. Some splattered on her face, but she mostly caught it all on her tongue. She visibly swooshed it around before swallowing it all down, showing him her empty throat. She stood and kissed him surprised that he even licked his own cum from her face. Maybe she wasn't the only one interested in playing both sides of the plate? 'Something to keep in mind,' she thought. About then, the bell rang. Class was about to start. "Oh shit!" they said in unison, struggling to get dressed. ----------- ----------------------- During the final period . . . ----------- ----------------------- Pat was in Dr. Martin's office. She had gotten permission from her physics teacher to leave class a bit early so she could catch the doctor before she went home for the day. All her professors had been instructed to let her if there wasn't anything pressing going on and if she requested it. Not that her teacher minded. She was a good student that he, like many other many members of the faculty, were beginning to like more and more as her humanity started to show itself. She had just finished telling Carolyn everything that had happened that day involving the lunch-time standoff. "It was so weird," she said. "Why?" "I mean, none of those people ever talked to me, and they didn't even know Keith or Gail that much. So why?" "Why did they help you? You already know why Benga helped." "True, but the others . . . I mean, it's not at all what I thought. I just figured they'd all laugh at me or feel sorry for me or something." Carolyn smiled. "Guess what? Not everyone is bad. We always hear about the jerks and the bullies and the bad seeds because they're the ones that make the most noise. But a lot of kids, including some that can be mean sometimes, are really decent people. I remember how hard it is being a teenager. You want all the answers, you're afraid of all the responsibility, you don't want to live in the past but you don't know what the future holds. You're going through intellectual, social and physical changes, usually all at the same time and with interaction patterns that no one could predict." She leaned forward. "Give most people a chance to be good, and they will be. A lot of people just need to be given a chance and be pointed in the right direction." "Like a certain woman we know?" Pat said with a grin. "Like a certain woman we know," Carolyn reiterate, looking a little dreamy. "And given the opportunity, she wound up in my heart and in my home. You open yourself up, and someone will find yours." "I'd like that," Pat said. "How will I know though?" "You just will. If it's Keith, wonderful. If it's not, you'll find someone. But you probably won't know for absolute sure until you've found yourself." She stood up and gave Pat a warm, caring hug, which Pat returned. She was getting better at this. "I'm gonna be okay," Pat said, a little weakly. And then more strongly, "I'm gonna be okay." "I know," Dr. Martin replied. What neither of them knew was that Thomas Brazier was just outside the door. He had seen Pat walking by his classroom and had snuck out. He had planned on accosting her, but was going to wait until she came out of Dr. Martin's office. He had heard them talking by pressing his ear to the door and had managed to open up the door just enough to get a peak of the two girls embracing. 'Dr. Martin is involved with another woman?' he thought gleefully. He wished that he had gotten the name, but he now had reason to suspect that the psychiatrist was a lesbian and he'd seen her "touching" a female student. A plan started to develop in his insidious brain. "Embarrass me? I don't think so," he said, walking down the hall and back to his class. "I'll show YOU embarrassment." Run Ch. 05 --------- ------------------- To be continued . . . Run Ch. 06 This story is a bit wordy and fairly long, so if you are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to look elsewhere. It contains HETEROSEXUAL, HOMOSEXUAL and LESBIAN sexual activity. --------------- ----------------- The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead (or just confused) is entirely coincidental. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or in total, without the author's permission. This story takes place in the entirely fictional city of Springfield, California, so don't go looking for it on a map. And in my little fictional world, there are no unwanted pregnancies or STD's, except as plot driving devices. The author encourages the practice of safe-sex. This is part of an ongoing series. Please check out earlier part(s) for background and character history. ----- ------------- Sally Cox sat anxiously in the big leather chair in Dr. Martin's office. The beautiful redheaded woman intimidated her. At the moment, Dr. Martin was staring over the top of her glasses at the slim young woman. And she was smiling. 'She's got a pretty smile,' Sally thought. "Sally, you WERE the one who asked to meet with me," Carolyn Martin chuckled. "I'm guessing that 'shy' is one of the reasons." Sally mumbled something. Dr. Martin just stared at her. "No ma'am," Sally said a little louder. "Well, not entirely." "So what's bothering you then? Want to know how to get over being shy?" "I . . . I don't want to be invisible." "Well, now THAT'S a problem. Except that I can see you quite clearly." Sally blushed. "No one else does. I don't want to be shy. I've tried to talk to girls . . . and guys," she added quickly. Dr. Martin just raised an eyebrow but let Sally continue. "They just don't hear me. They just keep doing . . . things. Like I'm not even there. I don't care if people think I'm a dork or anything. I just want them to think of me." "And you think no one thinks of you or that they don't see you?" "I know they don't. I walked up and talked to this one woman . . . I mean girl . . . I mean . . . no, I do mean girl," Sally stammered. "She was talking with her friends. I said something I thought was witty. They just kept talking. I'm pretty sure I said it loud enough . . ." "Does this happen a lot?" "Yes. It did," Sally replied. "No matter what I say . . . no one hears. I didn't think anyone even knew I existed until . . ." "Until what?" "Until Pat Baker knew my name." "You know Pat?" Carolyn said. "Not really . . . well . . . sort of. She . . . she got into an argument . . . sort of . . . a few days ago." "She told me about that," Carolyn replied. "So you're the young woman who stood up for her? She was really proud of you for that." Sally's heart leapt in her throat and pounded against her chest. "Really?" "Absolutely. She's a smart girl. She chooses her friends wisely." "I'm her friend?!" Sally said. She thought she was going to have a stroke. "That's up to you and her," Carolyn said. "But if you talk to her, I've got a feeling she'll listen. Did she suggest you come here?" "No," Sally said. "She was talking yesterday about how much you've helped and . . . and I wanted to know if you can help me." "I don't think you need much help," Carolyn said. "You just need someone to listen. I'm willing to bet that more and more people will be willing to do that if you keep trying. But if you ever want to come back and talk to me, my door is always open." Sally bit her bottom lip. "Really?" "Absolutely. Even if there's anything else you need to talk about," Carolyn interjected. She had some suspicions about the young woman, but wasn't going to put words in Sally's mouth. She had something else she wanted to say, but then she heard a loud knock on the door. "Excuse me," the redhead said irritably. She got up and went to the door. Upon opening it, she found the principal, Mr. Primely, standing outside her door. He looked disturbed. "I'm sorry. I know you've got a session but . . ." He sighed. "There's something you should see." "Can't it wait?" "No." Mr. Primely sounded firm. "It's okay," Sally said, grabbing her book bag and standing up. "Thank you Dr. Martin." "Remember, you can talk to me any time." Carolyn let Sally out and then followed Mr. Primely, not knowing that she was being followed. The principal led her out to the parking lot where she was treated to a sight that chilled her to the bone. In front of her was her car. On the hood and the sides were spray-painted the words, "Dirty DykE" and "LesBo SluT." Dr. Carolyn Martin was shaking with both rage and fear, and she had never felt so . . . violated . . . in all her life. ---------- ------------- After school . . . ---------- ------------- By the time the gang had assembled after school, they had all heard the news, and rumors were running wild. Some people had apparently been saying that Dr. Martin had been hitting on a student while others were saying she was sleeping with another member of the faculty. More than a few rumors claimed that Carolyn had been seen "making out" with Pat Baker herself. Pat and friends had also figured something else out. All the rumors seemed to have ties back to . . . "Thomas-fucking-Brazier," Keith growled. There were seven of them now, standing outside the front door of the school. Keith, Pat, Gail and Todd had been joined by Benga, Sally and Arthur (or Art). "I'm going to . . ." ". . . kill that son of a . . ." Pat said, trying to control her emotions. Unlike the others, she was pretty sure she was actually capable of killing that toad. "He can't get me directly, so he goes after Dr. Martin." "But why her?" Sally asked. She had already recounted the story of Dr. Martin finding her car. "I mean, why make up stuff like that about Dr. Martin? She's not actually gay is she?" Sally weighed a lot more on that question than the others knew. Pat, Gail, Todd and Keith looked nervous. "That's not the point," Pat said. "She NEVER made any undo advances on me or any other student." "Agreed," Art said. "But what should we do?" Todd pondered. "I thought we'd established that we need to kill Thomas," Keith said. "I think we should talk to Dr. Martin before we do anything," Pat said, rubbing her temples. She hadn't been getting nearly as many headaches since she had removed herself from her parent's household, but the stress of this new situation was egging one on. Keith looked noticeably concerned, but she gently waved him off. Of course she didn't refuse when he offered to rub her neck and shoulders while they continued talking. "Okay," Gail said. "But should we tell the principal or the police about who's doing this?" "We've got no proof," Keith replied, gently rubbing Pat's temples. "Just rumors." "I'm with Pat," Benga said, greatly concerned himself. "I'll talk to her. I don't wanna sound rude or nothin', but it should be a guy who goes to talk to her. It's bullshit, but it makes sense." "Any girl going in there right now just feeds the rumor mill," Art agreed. The group agreed to let Benga go talk to Ms. Martin the next day, then they split for the afternoon after also deciding on a movie and time for that Friday. Gail and Todd exchanged kisses, as did Pat and Keith. Pat was getting better and kissing and found herself enjoying the sensation quite a bit. It still made her a little light-headed, but she was able to control herself. ---------- ------------------ At Gail's house . . . ---------- ------------------ As soon as Gail pulled onto her street, Pat noticed her mother's car sitting by the curb. "Not now," Pat whispered. Gail pulled into the driveway. "Pat, you know I support you. I can't imagine what your life was like. But don't you think it's time to at least give them a shot?" Pat sighed. "I don't know if I can," she said. "Do you want to?" Pat couldn't even answer. She just got out of the car and walked up to the porch. Her mother was sitting talking to Gail's parents, and looked highly anxious when the two girls walked up the steps. Gail was pulled, somewhat reluctantly, inside by her folks. She wanted to find out what was going to happen. Mary and Pat Baker were left alone. "How are you?" Mary asked, desperate for a way to break the ice between them. "I'm alright," Pat said calmly. There was an awkward period of silence. "Is this the way it's going to be?" Mrs. Baker said at last. "What did you expect?" Pat replied. "You treated me like dirt my whole life because of something that wasn't my fault. Now Buddy is . . ." Pat felt her heart in her throat. "Buddy is gone, and NOW you feel guilty?" "I ALWAYS loved you," Mary said somewhat forcefully. "I may have stunk at showing it, but I . . ." "I heard what you think of me," Pat said, her patience wearing thin. "I heard you and Mr. Baker arguing that one night in Japan." A moment of realization dawned in Mary Baker's eyes. "Yeah, I heard everything. You think I'm just Mr. . . . You think I'm Dad's little robot and that I don't have any will of my own. You gave up on me way before I ever started to give up on you." Pat felt her headache returning. "All those years, you think that I wanted to be like that? To be a soldier? Making him happy was the only way I could keep him from pushing on Buddy. There were so many times I wanted you to stand up for me, not just Buddy. When I first started to menstruate, I had to look up what it all meant in books because I didn't think I could talk to you. There were times I wanted to be . . . damn it, where I wanted to be a 'girl,' but I didn't have anyone to show me how." Pat shook her head. "And what sucks is that I still do. Even after all this time, I still want my mother to actually treat me like a daughter. I just don't know if you deserve it." Mary was reeling. She had recently begun to realize that she had been a less-than-perfect mother, but Pat had just reminded her how completely foolish she had been. "I did love you, and I still do," Mary said. "I never knew how to handle you. You never seemed to need me. You never seemed to need anyone but your brother. I resented your father for making you like that, but you're right . . . it's just as much my fault. But I always kept track of your accomplishments. Then, when I saw you going out on your first date . . . I just realized that it had all snuck up on me. You were a young woman, and I had missed out on you being a young girl. I didn't want to miss out anymore, but then when . . ." Mary couldn't even bring herself to mention Buddy's name. No mother should ever outlive her child. "I want in your life. I know I don't deserve it, but I want it anyway. And not just because you're all I have left to remember your brother by. Because I want to remember YOU." Pat was trembling. Just like so many times before, she actually WANTED her mother to hug her and tell her that everything would be okay. Mary continued. "And it's not just me," she said. "Your father . . . he's kicking himself everyday for pushing you so hard. And he hates himself for not paying the kind of attention to his son that he should have. We want you to come back home. Just give us one more shot. I promise we'll try to be the parents you deserve." "He couldn't even show up to say it himself?" Pat asked bitterly. "Every time he shows up around you recently, he gets punched in the face," Mary reminded her. The two of them stared at each other, then shared a nervous but genuine snicker. "I . . ." Pat started. "I'll think about it," she said cautiously. "I've got other things I need to deal with right now, but . . . but maybe. But if I do, it'll be on my terms." "I understand," Mary replied. She felt hope, and it warmed her more than anything she could imagine at that moment. Pat turned toward the door and placed a hand on the knob. Then she turned and gave her mother the first hug the two had shared in years. Mary clung to her daughter like there was no tomorrow. Both women wanted to weep, but they kept themselves composed. Then Pat turned and went inside. Mary Baker heard an emotional sniff from the other side of the bushes next to the porch. She leaned over the railing and saw Gail, who was kneeling in the spot where she had apparently been eavesdropping. "Well, YOU'RE a nosey one, aren't you?" "Sorry," Gail said, not at all meaning it. She looked at the woman on her porch. "She's trying." Mary looked almost relieved at that statement. "You really think so?" "She's had a lot on her plate. I know you all have, but she . . ." "What else is happening?" Gail looked nervously towards the house. "You know her psychiatrist? Well Dr. Martin has just recently had her car tagged and she's been accused of coming on to some of the students . . . her female students," Gail said. "We think we know who's behind it. Some asshole with a problem with Pat and Keith. This guy wants to hurt Pat somehow and doesn't have the guts to do it directly, so he's going after Dr. Martin." "Is she . . ." "Our official stance on whether or not she likes girls is that it is irrelevant. She's never exhibited any inappropriate behavior. And damn it, all she's done is help people! I don't know if Pat would've been able to open up to anyone if it weren't for her!" Gail realized she probably just slighted Mrs. Baker, but it was the truth. "Thank you," Mary replied oddly. "For talking to me and . . . and for taking care of my daughter." "Don't give up on her. People have made that mistake before, and she keeps surprising everyone." "I won't." ------- --------------------------- At Dr. Martin's place . . . ------- --------------------------- Lola walked in, nervous out of her skin. She had been trying to reach her lover by cell phone for hours to no avail. She had heard the rumors, but somehow her name had been left out of it. But that wouldn't ease her girlfriend's mind. She saw Carolyn sitting in the easy chair, a bottle of wine sitting on the floor and a full glass of the stuff in her hand. She was still in her work clothes, though now they were rumpled. "How long have you been at it?" Lola asked. Carolyn enjoyed wine but rarely ever even got buzzed. Carolyn sighed. "I just started," she admitted sheepishly. She had planned on going into a depressed bender, but realized it wouldn't be fun if Lola wasn't there to wallow in her pity with her. Lola smiled. Carolyn was a strong woman, even though she liked to pretend to be weak sometimes. "How you holdin' up babe?" She sat on the arm of the chair and brushed the hair out of Carolyn's face. "I knew it was going to happen at some point. I knew it would get out. I just wasn't expecting it to be this personal." "How do you think it happened? Only a couple of the kids knew and . . . I just can't imagine them squealin'." Carolyn kissed Lola's hand. "I don't think it was them, or at least not them intentionally. I don't want to believe it was Pat or her friends, so I think I won't. But that doesn't change the fact that everything has changed." She looked perplexed, realizing she had contradicted herself. "It'll be okay. You're too important and too qualified. They'd NEVER fire you, especially since everything they said isn't true." Lola kissed Carolyn on the forehead. "That doesn't matter," the redhead shot back somewhat bitterly. "Parents don't care about qualifications, results or whatever. They care about appearances, even when appearances are misleading. They don't want a . . . what were the words? 'Dirty dyke'? Yes, that was it. They don't want one of THOSE holding sway over their impressionable children, no matter how enlightened they think they are." "I won't let them," Lola said quietly. "I'll go to the wall for you. You know that." "You'll do no such thing. I will not allow them to drag your name through the mud and get you in trouble." "My name's already been drug through the mud . . . by ME! I don't give a shit about losin' my job or havin' my parole officer raggin' on me. You're the only thing that matters." Carolyn was suddenly quite sober and quite intense. "Don't ever say that you don't matter. I love you, and THAT matters! You've worked too hard to make something of yourself . . . something I'm so proud of. I won't let anyone take that away from you." "They can't," Lola said, holding Carolyn's head against her chest. "I just don't want them to take you away from me." "No force in heaven or hell will do that." Carolyn looked up at her lover, their lips seeking each other out, and they each tasted the other's desperation. "I need you right now," she whispered. "I need you to take me out of myself . . . to that place that only you can." Lola would never refuse Carolyn anything. She wasn't sure that this type of escapism would help, but the sexual energy was too potent between them to be ignored. She pulled Carolyn to her feet and kissed the girl roughly on the mouth, grabbing Carolyn's hair with one hand and her ass with the other. The two were all over each other as Lola moved them towards the bedroom. She shoved the redheaded psychiatrist down to the bed, her "victim" looking up with lust and longing. Lola jumped onto the bed, straddling Carolyn and ripping her blouse off. 'No wonder she spends so much on clothes,' Lola thought. Carolyn's heart was about to beat all the way out of her chest. She knew she was hiding from her problem, but she would deal with it later. For a little while, she'd let Lola take over her life. Her large breasts were straining against her bra as the fabric of her top ripped. Lola grabbed her hands and stretched them over her head. The Latin sensation held Carolyn's wrists with one hands while fumbling under the headboard for something, finally pulling up a pair of lined handcuffs that lived there. They were attached to the frame of the bed by chains long enough to provide Lola some room to position her prisoner, but that was about it. "I'm going to make you scream," Lola whispered into her lover's ear. "I'm going to make you whimper all night long." Carolyn wanted to look scared, just to add to the moment of their game. But she couldn't. All she could do was wait with baited breath to see what Lola was going to do. Lola stood up and almost casually started to strip, revealing bit by bit of that hard body. She was watching Carolyn writhe on the bed. The woman's skirt had ridden up, but Lola didn't worry about removing it. She actually got turned on a bit when Carolyn was just mostly undressed. She let her lover drink in the sight of Lola's body, then pulled a sleeping mask out of the nightstand and covered the redhead's eyes. "I'm afraid of the dark," Carolyn murmured, using her best "little girl" voice. "You should be," Lola replied, swinging herself around and straddling Carolyn's face. The woman's arms were pressed against the sides of her head while Lola's pussy was now pressed against her mouth. And Lola got a good view of her captive's entire helpless body. "Lick that pussy," she growled, slapping one of Carolyn's tits through her bra. She listened as her lover yelped and then felt the woman's tongue penetrate Lola's sweet slot. "Faster." This was followed by another slap. She really didn't care how fast Carolyn went. She just knew how much the redhead liked being handled roughly. Carolyn's breasts were stinging quite delightfully. She loved how warm they felt! She was burying her mouth completely inside Lola's pussy when she felt her bra being unclasped in the front and her nipples tugged upon. She was rubbing her legs together, vainly trying to achieve some kind of release as pleasure rocketing through her bound form. She tried to latch her lips onto Lola's clit, but the woman pulled away. She was going to make Carolyn work for it. Run Ch. 06 Lola continued to ride the doctor's face and slap, pinch and poke those beautiful tits for a while, grinding her pussy against her lover's face. Finally she came, and she pulled hard on Carolyn's nipples until the orgasm was complete and the redhead's face was slick with cum. "Fucking slut," she gasped. "You were the one who belonged in prison, since you love being a prison bitch." She removed herself from Carolyn's face, letting the blinded woman wonder what was next. The Mexican hottie retried a number of toys from the closet, as well as a large bottle of lube. She planned on using every one of them. She flipped Carolyn onto her stomach and stuck a pillow under her hips, forcing the woman's ass up into the air. The only thing between the two women now was a soaked thong which Lola ripped from her lover's body. "A bitch in heat," Lola said, spanking Carolyn hard on one of her ass cheeks. Rather than shying away, Carolyn stuck her round behind up to meet what she hoped would be another blow. But Lola made her wait. She was lubing up a nine-inch jelly dildo, complete with balls. Without any warning, she pushed it all the way into Carolyn's body, forcing the air from the woman's lungs as she accommodated the substantial toy. "Took it pretty easily, didn't you slut? Well it won't be easy for you now." She slapped the other cheek. Carolyn was trying to find a way to make the toy in her pussy move by humping the bed, but it wasn't working. She would have to depend on Lola to satisfy her. Lola pulled out another dildo and got onto the bed. She placed it on the bed between Carolyn's knees and slowly sank onto it, letting seven inches fill her up. With her own pussy filled, she started to bounce on it. Every time she bounced, she slapped Carolyn's ass. The redhead's ass quickly seemed to match her hair. Carolyn was in her own private heaven. Her breasts still stung from Lola's rough attentions, and now her ass was getting the same treatment. Lola was being merciless. She was slapping and spanking Carolyn's ass like a drum, stopping occasionally to tightly grip that sensitive skin. Even though she was supposed to be being "dominant," she couldn't help herself . . . she wanted to pleasure Carolyn. It was what she wanted to more than anything. All their sexual games took place because they satisfied one of the doctor's deepest desires. So Lola stopped spanking that pink behind and shoved a couple of fingers into Carolyn's anus. She started fingering that tight ass, then leaned it and bit that tender behind. Carolyn moaned into a pillow. She was stretched out, ass skyward and completely vulnerable, but she felt safe . . . because it was Lola. And that young woman knew Carolyn's wanton desires and heart as well as Carolyn herself. Lola found herself climaxing a second time as she rubbed the dildo in and out of her own opening. She clamped her teeth down on Carolyn's ass flesh and held her mouth there until she stopped trembling. They were going to have to clean the sheets (again), because she was determined to make sure they were covered in sweat and cum before the stroke of midnight. As her orgasm subsided, Lola released her teeth and gently kissed each cheek of Carolyn's tortured behind. Then her tongue touched Carolyn's asshole while she pulled those cheeks apart. The redhead's pussy lips were still stretched around that jelly dildo, and it was making Lola's mouth water. "What am I gonna do with you now?" she asked dreamily. She picked up a long, smooth, two-ended dildo. She stared at it, then down at her lover's upturned ass. "That's about right," she said with a smile. Carolyn could hear the glee in her lover's voice, but had no idea what the woman was up to. Then she felt something slimy pressing against her asshole, then the head of some toy was easing its way into her already well-worn backside. She had to bite the pillow again to keep from screaming out in delight. "You're such a whore," Lola said. "You'd probably trade your favors for a pack of cigarettes, wouldn't you?" Lola asked, pushing almost seven inches of plastic cock into her girlfriend's behind. Kneeling but still facing her captive, she plunged the other end of the dildo into her own warm and waiting sex. She humped against the dildo, driving it deeper into both women's bodies while gripping her lover's tender ass flesh tightly. She let go of one cheek and reached between them, grabbing the dildo in Carolyn's pussy and pumping it a little bit. Carolyn may have been blinded, but she could swear she was seeing stars. Double penetration was a delight to her, and Lola had a good rhythm going in both of her openings. She felt her lover's leg slapping against her as she fucked the helpless woman. 'She's got to be in an awkward position,' she thought before moaning into the pillow. The veins of the toy in her cunt were rubbing against the inner labia, forcing rational thought from her mind again. "Oh God," Carolyn murmured as her pussy felt tighter than normal. "Gonna cum baby?" Lola said, unable to hide the love in her voice. "C'mon baby," she added, slapping her lover's rump lightly and watching her back arch. Her pussy and asshole were gripping their respective invaders and her juice was pumping out around the edges. "Ooh, mah baby is juiced up tonight," she said with a smile. She let the double-ended dong slide out of her own body, sitting down on the bed and grabbing the end of a toy in each hand. She began pumping slowly with both, enjoying how the bound woman before her tried vainly to push back and capture more of the toys. But Lola was in complete control. Lola had one last thing she wanted to do. She pulled the both dildos out, leaving both openings feeling agonizingly empty. Then she covered one of her hands in a nice slick layer of KY. 'Bitch,' thought Carolyn happily. 'She's gotten so much better at this. Now she's going to make me wait.' Indeed, Lola was waiting. But she wasn't doing it just to make Carolyn desperate. That was just a bonus. The two women had only experimented with what Lola had in mind a couple of times, and she wanted to do it right. She teased Carolyn by nibbling on her ass flesh some more while sliding two fingers into the woman's warm sex, stroking her mound and feeling her depths. Carolyn wasn't sure what was going on, but she liked it. Those ex-con fingers were incredibly gentle. She knew Lola was still getting used to the idea of being both sexually dominant but still loving, but Carolyn had utmost confidence that her girlfriend would grow into the role. Not that Carolyn would mind too much if they just engaged in a more "traditional" relationship. She would love the Latina just the same. 'Ooh, tricky girl!' the redhead thought, realizing what her lover was up to as those two fingers into her pussy suddenly became four. The were crunched up together, and Lola was pushing them up to the knuckles on a series of slow, methodical strokes. "I'm going to stuff you like a fuckin' turkey, you slut," Lola purred, biting harder on Carolyn's ass then teasing her already tortured sphincter with her tongue while she pushed a little further with her hand. She was able to get all the way up to the widest part of her hand lodged in her lover's opening. She was going to taker her time. "You're going to be my little slut puppet. If I make you my puppet, you'll do anything I say, won't you?" "Anything!" Carolyn gasped. "You'll eat my ex-con pussy for breakfast and spread your legs for me at dinner?" "Any time you want!" Lola pushed her hand all the way in, feeling Carolyn's vaginal opening giving and then quickly closing down on Lola's wrist. "I want you all the time. All I want is you," she whispered as she pumped her hand inside her lover's body. Dr. Carolyn Martin completely lost track of time after that. She felt the incredible, wonderful pressure in her most private paradise. She felt most of the slaps on her reddened behind. She was pretty sure she felt orgasm after orgasm, though she lost track after four. Then, for a brief and beautiful moment, she felt complete. Then she felt cool water running over her face. The mask had been removed from her eyes, so she was able to see a frantic looking Hispanic beauty staring down at her. "Oh baby, I'm sorry," Lola was babbling. "You passed out and . . ." Carolyn nipped that panicked spree in the bud by pulling Lola's face down and silencing those lips with a kiss. "You are the most incredible woman I have ever met," she whispered, placing the words on the edge of her tongue and sliding them into Lola's mouth. Her "dominatrix" was a still an innocent at heart, and the combination was intoxicating. Lola blushed. She lay down beside her exhausted lover. "Want me to run you a bath?" she asked, noticed just how messy things had gotten. "Screw it," Carolyn replied with a chuckle. Then more seriously, "Just wrap your arms around me." She snuggled up against her lover, pale skin pressed against light brown as Lola embraced the woman who had saved her from a life not-so-well lived. The rested together, the air conditioner cooling their skin but not making a dent in their passion. ------------ --------------- The next day . . . ------------ --------------- "Are you sure there's nothing we can do?" Benga asked, sitting in chair that was probably a little small for the big Samoan. Dr. Martin smiled. She had already had a couple of cancellations that morning, and many of the children actually crossed the hallway to avoid walking next to her. The boys leered, the girls whispered and even some other professors seemed hesitant to be seen talking to her. The high school rumor mill was in full swing, and it was blowing a heady wind at the redheaded psychiatrist. "You shouldn't get involved," she said. "I do appreciate you coming though, and I never believed that you kids were the ones who spilled the beans. I must say that I'm a little relieved. Secrets really aren't healthy." "But what they're saying about you . . . I mean, Pat is SO pissed!" "You don't think she's going to hurt somebody, do you?" Carolyn asked, suddenly very alert. "I don't know. Keith is tryin' to keep her calm, but I don't think he could do much if she gets a mind to misbehave." Benga shifted in his seat. Even HE was nervous about the idea of tangling with the young woman, and he wasn't the type to scare easily. "Please try to keep her from doing anything rash. It won't help me and it will only hurt her." "She wanted to come by, but . . . we weren't sure if that wouldn't help Brazier feed those . . ." He stopped. He hadn't wanted to mention the name of the suspected culprit. "Ah," the doctor said knowingly. She was quite familiar with the young man. He was a spoiled little brat who spent more time trying to stare up her skirt than he had listening to her when had been sent to her office for anti-social behavioral problems. "That doesn't surprise me." "We don't know for sure," Benga admitted. "But he's got a thing against Pat and Keith these days." Carolyn closed her eyes. "If you kids have anything you want to talk about . . . any of you . . . don't be afraid to come by. Don't be afraid of what it will look like for me. What will happen will happen." "Yes ma'am," Benga said, bowing his head in respect and then walking out. Carolyn liked Benga. He was strong yet patient, and had a sense of honor and dignity that she wished more people could display. She wished she had a chance to talk to him BEFORE he had slit his wrists. 'Not that it matters,' she though with uncharacteristic bitterness. She hadn't stopped Pat. Dr. Martin sat alone in her office, staring at her door like a girl waiting for the prom date that had jilted her. ------------- ---------------- During lunch hour . . . ------------- ---------------- "I can make it look like an accident," Pat said, staring across at Thomas Brazier and his cronies. His boldness had attracted a small throng of yes-men and toadies to his side, which in turn was feeding his ego. "No." Keith found himself having to be the reasonable one, but he had a lot of practice after being friends with Gail all those years. "You do anything and it'll look like Dr. Martin sent her 'lover' to do her dirty work," Gail chipped in, secretly wishing to see Pat beat the holy tar out of that punk ass kid. "What part of 'make it look like an accident' are you two missing?" "I heard it," Sally whispered. "See, Sally's on my side." "But I don't think you should do anything." "Traitor." Art chuckled. "Oh you fickle thing you." Pat smiled. Art was a bit of a character and it was hard to take him too seriously. "So what are we doing this weekend guys?" Keith asked, sitting on the table and rubbing Pat's shoulders. He felt that brief moment of panic at this public display of affection evaporate and she almost started to purr like a kitten. "Somethin' cheap," Benga said. His parents, while not exactly suffering, weren't the richest in the district. "I'm for that," Gail replied. "I'm meeting someone up at the lake. My folks have a cabin and he has a real big . . . boat," Art replied, batting his eyelashes. "Art is getting' somethin' somethin'," Benga said, giving his gay friend a high-five. "Hey, why don't you guys come on up? We'll have a little almost-the-end-of-high-school party?" "Cool!" Gail said excitedly. "You just want to get Todd up in the woods where you can . . ." Keith started. "Hush you!" "It'll be great," Art continued. "Two bedrooms, a comfy couch and at least one air mattress. Room for everyone!" "That sounds cool," Benga acknowledged. "I . . . I don't have a car," Sally said nervously. "I can drive at least three," Gail said. "Todd can take one more. Art has his own transportation. That's everybody!" "Okay," Sally said. She wasn't sure her parents would let her go. They were a bit overprotective, but she'd try. This was the closest thing she'd had to a social life in many years. Gail smiled. She didn't know why she hadn't paid much attention to Sally before. She was a pretty young woman who was really observant. Gail just thought she needed to speak up a bit. "I don't know. I feel kinda bad," Pat mumbled. "I mean, Dr. Martin . . ." "Is going to be in the same situation whether we go or not," Keith pointed out. "And I'd like to get you as far away from your 'accident victim' over there," he said, looking at Brazier, "as humanly possible." "You are taking all my fun," Pat mumbled, but liked the idea of spending some time with her boyfriend alone in the woods. "Hey guys," said Todd, walking over to the table. "Sweetie!" Gail said with a kiss. Then she looked worried. This wasn't even Todd's lunch period, and her boyfriend looked nervous. "What's wrong?" "Bad news," he said. I was in the office a minute ago picking up some papers for Mr. Brown and I heard the staff talking. Samantha Addison . . . yeah, the same one on Brazier's arm . . . apparently said she felt uncomfortable around Dr. Martin to her parents last night. They started screaming at the principal this morning. So did Brazier's parents. His folks are right-wing religious nuts, and they want Dr. Martin fired. Apparently they're saying that she's up to no good because she hid her sexual orientation and HAD to be planning on seducing unsuspecting students. They've managed to call for an 'emergency' PTA meeting on Friday to discuss the matter." "Bullshit!" Keith said, then he and Benga had to restrain Pat from taking off across the room and throttling her nemesis. Brazier saw her and sported a demonic grin. "Hey, it's the little dyke toy and her band of pussies!" "Let her go," Gail growled. "This isn't the time," Benga said softly. "Choose your own place of battle." Pat sensed a kindred warrior spirit in the big man. But she wasn't willing to let this go. "I promise I won't hurt him . . . today," she said. "But let me go." Keith and Benga looked at each other, then slowly released and backed away, almost as if they had just freed a wild animal and were getting out of its path of destruction. Pat took off at a run across the cafeteria, and everyone turned to watch what they thought would be one heck of a fight. Brazier was quite understandably afraid, though he tried not to show it. He grew braver as his comrades stood up and tried to block her path. But Pat moved like a shark through water . . . possessing both amazing speed and terrifying ferocity. Thomas Brazier tried to shove Pat in the chest, but she artfully dodged. She spun him around, pulling his jacket down past his shoulders so he couldn't easily move his arms. Just using momentum, she jumped agilely over the table, pulling the off-balance young man onto the table. It was getting harder and harder for him to control his fear, particularly since he was on his back with his arms pinned underneath him. Pat grabbed a handful of mashed potatoes, complete with gravy, and covered Thomas's face with them. One of his friends moved to intervene, so she grabbed a plastic lunch tray and shoved one edge just underneath the guy's chin and only an inch from his throat. "You have two choices," Pat warned coldly. "Try it or keep breathing." The would-be rescuer stopped. Pat looked down at her victim. "It's just THAT easy," she said menacingly. "I don't like playing games, and you're playing a dangerous one." "Fuck you bitch," Thomas said, trying to recapture some of his bravado. "In your dreams, you [i]shib seki[/i]. I may not be able to stop you from spreading your sick fantasies about me, but mess with my friends and I WILL find you and I'll kick you so hard in the balls that they travel up your neck, ring a bell in your head and a carnival guy will hand me a big stuffed teddy bear. Got it?" "Get your hands off my boyfriend you little . . ." Samantha Addison started. Big mistake. Pat rolled her eyes, grabbed a banana off a tray and shoved it into the girl's mouth while she was trying to talk. "Don't interrupt me mid-threat," Pat said. "It makes me edgy." Samantha just stared wide-eyed and didn't even try to speak through her fruit gag. Pat walked through the crowd, which parted like the Red Sea. A number of on-lookers glanced at the fallen Thomas Brazier and snickered. "What are you looking at?" he growled at the nearest ones. Then everyone went back to their seats, but the snickering continued. ---------- ------------------- Friday evening . . . ---------- ------------------- "I can't fucking believe this," Gail growled. She was sitting next to her parents, as well as Keith, Todd, Benga, Sally and Art, all of whom had coaxed their parents to the "emergency" session of the PTA. She could see Thomas Brazier and his folks as well as his cronies on the other side of the auditorium, and she was so tempted to go over and slap his smug face. Pat was sitting next to Keith. She was all ready to voice her opinion when the proceedings started. She was so irritated that she was digging her nails into Keith's hand, which he periodically had to remind her to stop doing through gritted teeth. Once the meeting officially commenced, there was a lot of shouting. Dr. Martin sat alone in the front row. She had forbidden Lola from being there. Pat watched and understood the woman's mindset. She knew what it was like to try and suffer alone. "She blatantly hid her wicked ways from everyone. Why else would she . . ." "Do YOU go around announcing your sexual orientation at job interviews?" "She made advances at a student . . ." "Unprofessional . . ." "Inappropriate . . ." ". . . termination . . ." ". . . unacceptable . . ." "Think of the children . . ." Everyone was yelling. Dr. Martin was trying to get a word in edgewise, and Pat was getting ready to start hurting people. Then the mood of the room changed. Run Ch. 06 "QUIET!" echoed an enormous voice from the back of the hall. Pat froze. She knew that voice as if it were her own. For many years, it HAD been her voice before she had found her own. At the back of the room, she saw her father, and he had the entire gathering's attention. He walked down the stairs to the front of the room. His wife and some woman Pat vaguely recognized were right behind him. Pat knew that walk . . . that unmistakable swagger. The throng wasn't being addressed by her father or even by Mr. Baker. The man standing there was retired Brigadier General Reginald Baker of the United States Army, and he was obviously NOT in the mood to be trifled with. "I'm sorry," said Mr. Timothy Cheney, head of the board. "But you are . . ." "Reginald Baker," came that booming voice again. "I'm Patrice's father and as such feel I have a right to participate in these proceedings." Pat blushed. She HATED being referred to as Patrice. "What's he doing here?" she muttered. Gail looked elsewhere. She hadn't told Pat that she had called the Bakers and kept her promise to Mary Baker to let her in on what was going on in Pat's life. "This is my wife Mary," he said, offering his wife a suddenly vacated chair. "And she . . ." Mr. Cheney started, pointing at the other woman. "This is Mrs. Annabel Webb. Our attorney." "Is that really necessary?" "We will see," Mr. Baker said grimly. That was the voice he used to put the fear of God into his subordinates for years. It certainly seemed to be working on this pencil pusher of a man before him. "Can we get back to the matter at hand?" Mr. Brazier bellowed. When Mr. Baker whipped his head around, the man amended his statement with, "Please?" Mrs. Webb had sat down next to Dr. Martin and the two had been whispering back and forth. Carolyn looked confused but slightly amused as well. "She's a pervert and she shouldn't be allowed around our children!" bellowed Mrs. Addison. "She has eyes on our young girls and . . ." "And how many girls have complained?" Mrs. Webb asked. "Why should we tell you?" Mrs. Brazier said. "Isn't that information confidential?" "No, their conversations with Dr. Martin would be confidential. If they're lodging a criminal complaint . . ." "Who said anything about criminal complaints?" another board member asked. "Well I'm assuming you have some proof or at least a serious complaint of illegal conduct seeing as it is ILLEGAL to even consider terminating her employment in this state based solely on her purported sexual orientation," Mrs. Webb said with a grin. She loved doing this. "Who is that?" Gail asked with wide eyes. "My parents' lawyer," Pat responded. "She's big time though. I don't know why she'd be at a PTA meeting for something like this." "She makes my daughter uncomfortable," Mrs. Addison replied. "Your narrow-mindedness makes ME uncomfortable," said Mary Baker. "But fortunately for you," Mrs. Webb said, "you can't be fired for that offense." She turned back to the board. "This is a witch hunt," she said in her most calculated voice. "We were listening to the entire conversation before we made ourselves known. I don't know how this entire escapade started and I don't much care. To the best of my knowledge, you have a bunch of unsubstantiated rumors with no actual accusers and you want to string up a woman who is over-qualified for this job because . . ." Mrs. Webb put on her best perplexed look and threw her hands up in the air. "If she's 'over-qualified', then why is she working here?" Thomas Brazier put in, looking to boost his bravado after being embarrassed by Pat earlier that week. "He has an excellent point," the boy's father said. "Why would she hide it? Maybe she didn't want people to know she was preying on young women!" "You fool," Dr. Martin said at last. The auditorium quieted. "Am I a lesbian? Absolutely. I feel no shame because of that. But if you want to believe that being interested in females makes me a stalker, then every heterosexual male in that school falls under the same label." There was a murmuring. "I'm sorry," Mr. Cheney said, "but why then did you hide?" He looked ashamed for a moment. Dr. Martin abruptly closed her mouth, so quickly that her teeth clacked loudly. "She was protecting me," came a voice from a side door. Carolyn's head whipped around and the word "No" died on her lips though her mouth still made the form. "And you are?" Mr. Cheney asked, though he seemed to find her familiar. "My name is Lola. I work in the cafeteria." She walked over and sat next to her lover. "She knew how people would react, and she didn't want me to go through it." "Wait . . ." Mr. Cheney said. "You . . .," he looked at Dr. Martin, "and her . . ." "Yes," Carolyn said, feeling somewhat . . . relieved. "We are involved, and have been for several years. Quite loyally too, I might add." She looked over with love in her eyes. "I don't need or want anyone else." Lola took Carolyn's hand. "She's been the world to me for years. But . . . I've got a past, as my job application clearly said. I've got a criminal record. Carolyn was afraid of what might happen if people did exactly what y'all are doin'. My parole officer would have a field day with that." "She's a criminal?" Mrs. Brazier said indignantly. "How DARE you . . ." Mr. Cheney actually looked annoyed. "Mrs. Brazier, someone else had the floor. And for everyone's information, there isn't a school in the district than doesn't hire EX-convicts for something or another. As long as the indiscretions are declared at time of hire, it is a perfectly legal procedure." Lola looked at her feet. "I know this is gonna just 'cause me problems, but I can't let you all just roast her over the fire 'cause of me, or 'cause some little prick decided to get his jollies by makin' up lies about her." "I did NOT make it up!" Thomas Brazier shouted. Carolyn smiled. Lola had set him up, but she wanted to be the one to put him down. "You know, I don't remember anyone actually saying YOUR name? Why did you assume that you were the one she was referring to?" The crowd murmured and several people shot the Brazier family some suspicious glances. "I . . . I . . ." Thomas was at a loss. "Thomas Brazier, is it true that you were the one who initiated these accusations?" Mr. Cheney said, relieved that he could actually be critical of someone who deserved it. He LIKED Dr. Martin. "My son is not on trial here!" Thomas's father said, his voice breaking. "No one is on trial here," Mrs. Webb said. "Though that could change. You DO realize that making false charges against someone that adversely effect their lives would be considered slander?" She looked at each board member one at a time and said, "And that to punish Mrs. Martin or her . . . companion . . . in regards to their jobs could also be the target of legal action?" "Please," Dr. Martin said, "I don't want to start flinging threats. I love my job. I love being able to work with this woman," she said, nodding her head at Lola. "And despite all this, I would love to go back to work." Mr. Cheney had a quick side conversation with other board members. Then he looked over the assembled group. "Is there a single actual instance that anyone here can and would be able to LEGALLY attest to in court of Dr. Martin abusing her power and making sexual advances towards a student?" He waited, only to be met with profound silence. "Then I guess that I pose the question, what are we doing here? We convened under the impression that some improper conduct had been taking place. So far, all charges seem to be no more than rumors initiated from a HIGHLY unreliable source," he added, looking straight at Thomas Brazier. "If that is the case, then the perpetrator will be dealt with in turn. I see no reason to continue to waste all of our time, and would like to personally offer both mine and the board's apology to Dr. Martin for dragging her through all of this." There was some murmuring in the crowd, but no one objected. "I can't believe this," said Mr. Brazier at last. "You all are actually going to let that pervert . . ." "Can I sue him yet?" Mrs. Webb interrupted, looking around. "I really kind of wanted to sue SOMEBODY." Mr. Brazier closed his mouth and glared. The meeting started to adjourn. Dr. Martin knew that things weren't back to normal, but they stood a chance of going that way. She and Lola turned to Mr. and Mrs. Baker as well as Mrs. Webb. "All I can think to say is thank you. I guess I'm a little confused as to why you decided to get involved." "As for me," Mrs. Webb said, "when the Bakers told me what was going on, I had to be here. My daughter is gay, and I know first hand how people can react when they get that news." She blushed. "I didn't handle it well, but then I realized how much I stood to lose. But I have some good news." "What?" "My daughter's girlfriend is actually one the largest private landowners in California. She inherited a huge amount from her grandfather. Well, Mr. Brazier is a banker who is trying to open a new branch office on land owned by one Rose McGuire, my daughter's partner. Something tells me he won't be building that branch any time soon." She smiled, then looked behind her employers. Mr. and Mrs. Baker turned around to find their daughter standing there, her face hard to read. "So what about you? Why are you here?" Mr. Baker swallowed his breath and his pride. "I've spent a lot of time not supporting the people who mattered. I thought this might be a good place to start." Pat's skin flushed. "So this is guilt?" Reginald Baker stiffened his spine. "I'd like to think it's a step towards redemption. Damn it Patrice, I'm not perfect. You don't know how sorry I am that I can't make things right by your brother, but I want to make them right by you. All I'm asking for is a chance." Pat sniffed and covered her mouth. "Can . . . let's discuss this outside." She turned and walked towards the door, stopping to squeeze Keith's hand and tell him she'd be back in a minute. Outside, she turned. Her mother looked nervous, but her father was still hard to read. Only his voice had belied his discomfort. "Do you have any idea how long I wanted to hear what you're saying? God, it's all Buddy and I could think about sometimes." She sighed. "It just feels . . . cheap . . . without him. But I know it's something he would want." "So you'll come home?" her mother said, on the verge of tears. Pat nodded. "On Monday. I'm going to the lake with my friends this weekend. But things are going to have to change." She looked at her father. "For one, I'm not going to West Point." She watched her father visibly swallow his object before she continued with, "Yet." Now her father looked perplexed. "Mr. . . . Dad, I might still go military, but if I do it will be because I chose to. Despite our differences, I'm proud of you and Uncle Lyle for serving. But if I'm going to do it, I want to find my own way there. And quite frankly, I don't know what that is anymore." Her father nodded. He was actually proud of his daughter's stance. "Very well." Pat looked at her mother. "I know how you feel," she started, a little choked up. "But I don't want you to pretend to care just for Buddy's sake or for Dad's. If you can't like me for me, then . . ." She stopped. She didn't know if she could handle being rejected by her mother again. "I understand," Mary Baker replied. But she couldn't resist stepping forward and hugging her daughter. Despite her "manly" upbringing, Pat was finding it hard not to cry. Particularly when her father embraced both the women in his life. Pat heard a little squeal of complaint and glanced towards the door. Gail, who had been eavesdropping at the door, was being led away by her ears by Keith and Benga. She smiled. Then she saw Dr. Martin and Lola, followed by Annabel Webb, exiting the building. "Hello," Carolyn said. "I didn't mean to interrupt . . ." "It's alright," Mary said, wiping her nose with a handkerchief. "We were . . . sorting things out." "Hopefully they're not COMPLETELY sorted out," Dr. Martin said, "otherwise I'll be out of a job. And since you all seem determined to keep me IN a job . . ." "Is there anything we can do to make it up to y'all?" Lola asked nervously. These people were way outside her social stratosphere. "Just prove to all those simpletons that we did the right thing," Mr. Baker said. "And keep doing for kids like you did for our daughter." "See? I told you they were all right," Mrs. Webb said. "Now if you all don't mind, the ladies and I are going to meet my husband and some friends at the bar. You're all welcome to join us of course." Mary looked at her husband. "It has been a while since we've been out," she said hopefully. She knew she wasn't going to get over missing her son by sitting around the house any longer. She had grieved as much as her soul could stand. "If you like," her husband said. "Pat," he added, turning back to his daughter. "About this trip tomorrow . . ." "Dad, I'm going." "I wasn't going to ask you not to. I . . . I wanted to know if you'd like to take your car?" "My car? I don't have a . . ." ----------- --------------------- The next morning . . . ----------- --------------------- "I can't believe they bought you a car," Keith said from the backseat while on their way up to Art's cabin. "Particularly if they didn't know what your decision was going to be." Pat ran her hands over the steering wheel of her new, fully decked out Toyota Prius. She had been surprised as well. "I think I'm in for an overabundance of parenting for a while. I'll have to let them know that it's not going to be as simple as just buying me stuff." Benga smiled. "So why didn't you refuse the car?" "Well it would be rude, particularly since they'd already bought it," Pat said primly. She looked over at the passenger seat in front, which was empty. She had felt corny doing it, but she had asked the passengers to sit in the back because her brother had never had much of an opportunity to ride in the front seat, which he had loved to do for some reason. So on this trip, he was her copilot, even if only in spirit. Neither Keith nor Benga had raised any objection. Unfortunately, she did have to listen to, "He's on my side," and "Are we there yet?" coming from behind her for the better part of an hour. ---------------- ----- At the lake . . . ---------------- ----- Pat was having an amazing time. She didn't even feel guilty about it anymore. Her brother would have been put out if she had wallowed in self pity for much longer. She was lying in her snug one-piece bathing suit on a floating dock in the early evening hours. There had been a lot of swimming, music, barbecue and dancing, and she had partaken in all of them. She couldn't dance to save her life, but some of the others had taken her under their wings. Art's boy-toy had invited a number of friends, and things were tuning out to be quite raucous. For now, all the rest of the crew were splashing about. All except Sally, who was sitting on the dock next to Pat. The girl's feet were dangling into the water, and the thin girl was dressed a conservative one-piece, and even had a towel wrapped around her. "Are you okay?" Pat asked of the young woman. "Yeah. Why?" "You just seem . . . distant." Sally blushed. "I'm not good at this. Being around people . . . parties . . . you know." "Yeah, I know," Pat said, sitting up and turning until she was sitting next to Sally. "It's hard. I spent a lot of time trying to be ignored, and now I'm kind of glad no one listened to me." "I . . . I didn't want them to ignore me. They just did anyway." Pat smiled. "Was there anyone in particular you WANTED to pay attention to you? I've seen a few boys checking you out and . . ." "No! I mean . . . uhm . . . no." Sally felt like an idiot. Pat had an idea, but she didn't want to ask. It was the same question that Keith had been trying to get at when they first met. "Sally, is there anything you want to tell me? I promise I won't tell anyone." Sally believed the other girl. And she wanted so badly to say it. So she did. "I . . . I think I'm gay." Pat nodded. It really didn't surprise her. "I'm glad you told me," she said. "It's hard keeping feelings in like that." Sally was marveling in how much better she felt. She had never openly said it before, even to herself. "I . . . I just don't know what to do. My folks would freak. I mean, it was great that they showed up to the meeting, but it would be different if they knew it was me." "So are there any girls you're interested in?" Pat asked, then blushed. It hadn't occurred to her that SHE might be the victim of another crush. Sally blushed. She knew what Pat must be thinking, and while she certainly found Pat attractive, she really hadn't put much thought into who she might be interested in. She had been struggling just to admit the truth to herself. "No. I mean, there are girls I think are cute, but I've never really gotten to know anyone well. As I said, people tend to ignore me." Pat breathed a small sigh of relief. She had no problem with Sally being gay, but she was having enough trouble figuring out what to do with Keith. Actually, she had a pretty good idea what she wanted to do with Keith. "I think you should tell the gang that you're a lesbian. I mean, none of them are going to judge you." "You think so?" "I know so." "You're gay?" came a third voice. Sally blushed and Pat rolled her eyes as Gail popped her head up from the other side of the pier. "That's a REALLY annoying habit." "Seriously, you're gay?" asked Gail excitedly, pulling herself up onto the dock in a revealing bikini. Sally's pulse started racing, partly from finding herself more "outed" than intended and partly from the sight of that beautiful, wet body. "Puh . . . please . . ." "Don't worry, I'll let you tell people. I'm just glad because I was going to try and hook you up with one of Art's friends and that would have been awkward!" Gail sat Indian style. "How long have you known?" "Known what?" asked Todd as he and Keith swum over. Sally was about to have a panic attack. She saw Pat looking at her, smiling supportively. But things weren't getting easier, as Benga, Art and some of his friends had arrived. But she knew she had to do it. "I'm . . . I'm . . . I'm a lesbian," she said at last. She had expected some catcalls or murmurs. She didn't expect . . . "Well DUH!" That had come from Art. Everyone looked at him and he grinned. "Haven't you people ever heard of 'gay-dar'? Mine's been goin' off every time she walks by. She's like a lesbo missile or something." Sally looked annoyed. Then she put her foot on his chest and pushed Art back into the water with an unceremonious "plunk." And then everyone joined together in a laugh. She blushed some more when the ovation began. Then, the contest began as everyone began pushing everyone else into the water in an enormous game of king (or queen) of the pier. Needless to say, the only two people in competition were Pat and Benga. Pat found the big Samoan far more disciplined and savvy than many people she faced in full-on tournaments. He obviously had some background in Sumo by the way he positioned himself, and his football training helped with explosiveness. When he got his hands on Pat, it was over. There were several times she managed to use his weight against him however and sent him tumbling to the deeps. For the others, watching the two spar, despite the obvious mismatch in size and power, was actually pretty cool. No one kept track of who dunked who the most and most were content to call it a tie. "You actually do Sumo?" Pat asked, dragging her exhausted body back onto the platform. Run Ch. 06 "Some, before I moved out here. My dad and I used to watch it and he thought it would help my footwork for football. I like football, but sometimes I wish I could'a done Sumo instead." "I get that," Pat said, shaking the big man's hand. "Show me some sometime?" Benga grinning. He couldn't imagine Pat doing Sumo, but he knew better than to underestimate her. "You know it, [i]matagofie[/i]." "Am I gonna have to look that up?" "Trust me, it's good." ------------ ---------------- A little while later . . . ------------ ---------------- Sally stood on the shore of the lake, water lapping at her toes. She felt much more at peace. Her friends had a new set of jokes they got to use on her, but they were still her friends. That was all that mattered. "Hey," came a voice. Sally jumped three feet straight up and almost screamed. "Gail, you scared the heck out of me! Don't you every warn people?" "I kind of thought that was what the 'hey' was for," replied the blonde chuckling her head off. "What's up?" Sally asked. Her heart was beating rapidly, which she attributed to Gail's STILL scantily clad body. Gail looked suddenly bashful. "Uhm . . . I was wondering . . . well, I guess it's a stupid question since you just came out but . . . have you actually been with a girl? Sexually?" Sally was shy, but not dumb. "I know what you meant," she said, staring at the ground. "Why?" "I just wanted to know what it's like," Gail said. Her voice was . . . huskier. Sally gulped and forced her eyes up. "No," she said. "No one ever showed any interest in me," she added, her eyes tearing up a bit. She wanted to know where this was going. Gail bit her bottom lip and then sat down. "I've . . . Todd is great in bed," she started. "But recently . . . when we found out about Dr. Martin and Lola, the idea of two girls getting it on really started to turn him on." Sally felt sick. She thought Gail was going to ask for the newly outed lesbian to "perform" or something like that. "But then so did I," Gail continued. "I mean, the idea of being with a woman sounded sexier and sexier. It was so easy to imagine," Gail said, slightly lost in thought. Her finger was tracing circular patterns on her stomach, dimly visible due to the light of the campfire up the beach. "Lucky you," Sally said bitterly, then sighed. She sat down next to Gail. "I can't imagine it. It's as if thinking about it will let whoever I'm imagining know how I feel and it's so embarrassing. I'm such a loser that I can't even be cool in my own fantasies." "You're not a loser," Gail said, leaning over and bumping her shoulder into Sally's. "You're just a freak like the rest of us." Gail looked over at her friend. "This is going to sound forward and probably really weird but . . . Sally, I would love to be with you. I'm not talking about leaving Todd. I just want to know what it's like to be with a woman at least once." Sally was shocked. She scooted further away. "So you just want me to experiment with?" "I want you because you're cool and you're pretty and you're a friend and because you're someone who wouldn't laugh at me if I did something wrong." Gail put her hand on Sally's ankle, and the scooting ceased. "If you want to save yourself for someone permanent or anything like that, that's cool. Or if you just don't find me attractive . . ." "Of course I find you attractive. But how would YOU react if YOU were me?" "I would've jumped your bones by now, but that's just because I'm a nymphomaniac," Gail responded truthfully. "I'm sorry. This was too soon, and you don't know me well enough. I just want you to know I don't mean this as an insult or . . . or like pity or anything. And if you ever decide you're interested . . ." "Okay." Sally could scarcely believe the words had escaped her mouth. Gail looked enormously pleased. "Okay? Are you sure? I mean . . . are you sure?" Sally nodded. "My whole life, I just wanted to be noticed. Now I've got a beautiful girl who isn't just noticing me but WANTING me? I'll never get another chance like this." "Of course you will," Gail said sternly, taking Sally's hands in her own. "You don't even KNOW how sexy you really are." "Am not," Sally said, blushing furiously. "Are too." "Am not." "Are too." "Am . . ." Sally found her lips quite thoroughly occupied by those of a certain young blonde. The kiss was magnificent, though fiendishly short. Sally couldn't bring herself to say the word "too" again. "So," she started finally, "you were thinking sooner rather than later?" "Since Todd is probably trying to get Art to help him with HIS bisexual side," she said, "and because I REALLY want to get my hands on you, then yeah. Now works." She took Sally's hands and placed them on Gail's own chest. They latched on to those warm mounds, gripping them through the bikini top. It was obvious that she didn't want to let go. "I'm nervous," Sally said. "Me too. But I'm also horny." "Me too," Sally replied meekly, making them both chuckle. But the smaller girl didn't find anything funny about the feelings she was having. They were serious. She felt Gail's hands on her hips, then sliding up under her shirt on the sides. "That tickles," she giggled, feeling like a little girl. "Really?" Gail pounced on her friend, tickling her silly. Sally was laughing so hard she wasn't breathing and was trying to crawl away, but Gail wasn't having it. She rolled Sally over and sat on her stomach. She leaned in and kissed the girl again. Sally's hands found Gail's firm behind and grabbed it. It seemed like the thing to do at the time. She kneaded that firm flesh until she had to raise her arms so Gail could slide her shirt off. Sally was fairly small-busted, so she didn't wear a bra most of the time. "How'm I doing so far?" Gail asked. "Puh . . . pretty good," Sally replied. "I think." "How about now?" she asked, kissing the girl's little hard nipples, one at a time. "Are you sure you haven't done this before?" "I'm sure. I've just watched A LOT of porn." Sally would have been content to lie there all night and let Gail do whatever it was she was doing, from licking her breasts to sucking on her neck to . . . whatever. But Gail had other ideas. She kissed her way down to Sally's bellybutton and then paused just above the girl's waistband. Even the blonde was a little intimidated here. There was no going back after that. She pulled Sally's shorts down. "Tweety Bird panties?" she mumbled with a high degree of amusement. "Oh God," Sally said, covering her face with her hands. She couldn't believe that she had forgotten she was wearing those. "I feel like Sylvester," Gail said. "Because right now, all I can think about is eatin' Tweety." "I thought I saw a . . ." Sally's joke stopped in her throat as she felt soft lips pressing down against her underwear against her most sensitive area, causing her to shudder. She couldn't believe that she was doing this, but wouldn't trade it for anything. "Damn, you're getting sexier the closer I get," Gail said, pulling one the sides of the girl's underwear and bringing that lightly furred peach into direct view. She stared at it, wondering if that was what SHE looked like (only shaved). She touched the sides of Sally's opening with her thumbs and slowly pulled them apart with child-like curiosity but with very adult intentions. "Wait," Sally muttered. "At the same time. I want to see . . . see yours too." Gail didn't like being interrupted, but she didn't want to be selfish either. She got up, removed her bikini for an audience of one and then placed her knees on either side of Sally's head. It was so much different than her first time with Todd. They had been wild and crazy and knocking over furniture. This was slower and gentler, though whether or not that was because of the gender of the partner or something about Sally herself, Gail couldn't guess. But she figured there was room for both styles. Sally was terrified. She had dreamed of a moment like this, but didn't know what to do now that she had it. She was the REAL lesbian, but this bisexual interloper was doing a better job of things than she was. So she opened her lips and extended her tongue. 'So wet,' she thought. She took another taste, swirling her tongue around the honey-pot. Gail whimpered and moaned. Sally was driving her insane. She wasn't sure if it was genuine trepidation or skilled tease, but the shy girl was making Gail's body experience some desperate cravings. 'That seems to work,' Sally thought. 'I'll do more of that.' A gentle caress of the inner ring followed by a slow pushing of the tongue inside. Each touch was met with a pleasurable shudder and a coo, and Gail was matching her every motion. 'Someone is following MY lead,' Sally thought. That was power . . . it was something she'd never had before. 'So what would I like done to me?' She flicked the clit and felt her own nub being stimulated. Now it was Sally's turn to moan. The smaller girl pulled Gail's inner labia apart just slightly. The wet skin glistened in the distant firelight for just a moment, and it hypnotized her. She touched deep inside with her tongue . . . once . . . twice . . . a third time . . . Gail lost her own tempo as she just let herself feel pleasure. It was amazing how much of a turn-on that Sally's curious style was for her. She started rubbing little circles on the girl's mound, interspersing licks whenever she could. The girl's fuzz tickled Gail's tongue, making it dance a little faster. Sally's head was swimming as she placed soft kisses on Gail's clit and slid a finger inside that warm place. Her finger explored to and fro, finding new delights and pleasant reactions at every turn. It was a sad realization that Gail really wasn't hers forever and ever. 'But she's mine tonight,' Sally thought. 'That's a start.' Sally's climax came upon her so suddenly that she barely had time to gasp. Gail had poked something that was apparently quite sensitive and relatively important, because it pushed Sally from "safely on the path" to "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY over the edge" in no time. "Oh . . . oh . . . oh . . ." For some reason, it was the only vowel sound that Sally was able to make as she experienced her first orgasm at someone else's hand. It was long, powerful and felt oh-so-very nice! "Good grief," Gail said with a wet mouth. "You're a friggin' fountain," she said, not at all unpleased. In the dim light, she couldn't see Sally blushing. "I'm SO sorry," the girl started. "Don't be," Gail chuckled. "I was teasing you. Sort of. But really, I . . ." Gail was cut off. Sally wasn't done yet, and Gail wasn't inclined to ask her to stop. She just turned gently onto her side, bring the smaller girl with her and letting Sally, lick, suck, poke and prod to her little heart's delight. "Please don't stop," Gail murmured. "Ah wasnth goin' to," Sally mumbled through her lover's private parts. She was having fun with Gail's clit, punching it with her tongue and kissing the hood. She latched her lips onto the nub and just sucked. "OhSweetJesusMaryMotherOf . . . " Gail had found religion, and Orgasm was its name. Sally was pretty impressed. Gail actually managed to keep talking in a single stream through her entire climax. Sally had spoken that many words in her entire high school career. "Oh yeah," Gail said happily. "That's the stuff." She swung around and lay down next to Sally, who was smiling nervously. "Yes, it was amazing," Gail asked soothing the anxious girl. "So what happens now?" Sally asked. "I thought we might try that again." "I meant after that?" "Did I mention that I'm almost ALWAYS horny?" "You know what I mean!" Gail did something even SHE didn't expect. She kissed Sally. "I don't know. I told you the deal before we started but . . ." "It's okay," Sally said, a little dejected but accepting. "We'll be friends anyway, right?" "You know it. Friends with benefits?" she asked back, snuggling a little closer. "Friends with benefits," Sally agreed as her "friend" put those fingers somewhere naughty. ------ ----------- Nearby . . . ------ ----------- "I can't believe she did it!" Keith whispered. He and Pat had just given Gail some of her own medicine and spied on her for part of the girl-on-girl tryst. "Why? She's . . . adventurous," Pat whispered back. "She's a nymphomaniac," Keith responded. "Do you really think that Todd is . . . is doing the same kind of thing?" Keith shuddered. He knew it was a bit hypocritical to think two girls getting it on was hot but thinking about two guys . . . He shuddered again. "Let's go find out!" Pat muttered excitedly, pulling Keith by the hand towards the cabin. They got there and softly tiptoed around the outside, trying not to disturb any of those revelers in the process of doing something naughty . . . or sleeping. They found the window to the main bedroom easily. It was open and there were unmistakable sounds of sex emanating from inside. They peeked inside. Todd was bent over the end of the bed, with Art standing behind him and banging Todd's ass with about six inches of manhood. Todd's hands were actually tied at the wrist behind his back, and Art's boyfriend-for-the-weekend was on the bed in front of Todd, sticking a long, slender penis into Todd's mouth. The captive man didn't seem to object to being drilled from both ends. His cock occasionally came into view, and he was as hard as a rock. The unnamed boy was smiling. "Art, you've GOT to throw these parties more often! This is a fine little bitch you found!" Art was grabbing Todd's butt cheeks and was sweating profusely as he drilled away. "Tell me about it. It's gonna be a shame if he goes back to girls after this." "Let's make him not want to," the mystery man said, grabbing a handful of Todd's hair and stopped in his tracks, cumming onto Todd's tongue. "You didn't?!" Art exclaimed. "Hey, he said he wanted it," the man said as the last of his goo coated the inside of Todd's mouth. "Swallow it down," he said softly, stroking Todd's head. Pat and Keith saw Todd's throat swallowing a fresh load of man-candy. "Ewh," Keith said. "Hmm," Pat replied. She was as turned on as she could remember being. "Stand him up," Art's friend said. When Art grabbed Todd by the shoulders and got the man vertical, his friend leaned in and took Todd's rigid staff between his lips. Todd groaned. "Fuck that's excellent," he said. "Bobby here is a first-class pole smoker," Art said. "God your ass is tight," he added. "Here we go," he finished, shoving his dick all the way in and cumming in Todd's ass. "Oh, that's some fine ass," he said as he pulled out. Art pulled Todd out of Bobby's mouth and then pushed the captive boy back-first onto the bed. Now, both Art and Bobby had access to that juicy dick, and they took turns sucking it's length into their mouths. "I get his ass next," Bobby said when Art was yummying down on the man's beef. "No problem," Art replied with a gasp as he pulled off. "I want this thing in MY ass next." "As soon as we get him hard again after . . ." "I'm gonna . . . gonna . . ." Todd gasped. "After this?" Art said with a grin, jerking Todd off and pointing his member at Bobby's face. Bobby caught a huge load of cum directly on the lips and cheek. Some made it into his mouth, and that got swallowed. "You bitch," Bobby said, trying not to laugh. Art kissed Bobby, licking some of the jizz off of his face. He kept the stuff in his mouth and then kissed Todd, passing some of that spooge back to its rightful owner. "Damn I'm sore," Todd said, collapsing on the bed. "And we're just getting started," Art replied. Pat grabbed Keith's hand and led him back to the fire. "Now where are we . . ." Keith started. Then he saw the look in Pat's eyes. It was hunger. The light of the flames was causing her outline to shimmer. He watched as she grabbed her shirt and pulled it off over her head. 'God she's hot,' he thought. "Pat, are you . . ." "Yes," she said as she stepped toward him and pressed her half-naked body against his. "I'm sure." Keith grabbed her ass and pulled her up towards him as they began to kiss frenziedly. She had her powerful legs wrapped around him as they groped each other. When the finally let go, it was only so that they could almost literally shred each other's clothing. Keith's eyes were feasting on the tight body before him. It was as perfect as his fantasies had made it out to be. Pat was captivated by Keith's fit body and by the beautifully shaped and sized member jutting out from his loins. She stepped forward and took it in her hand. "I want this," she whispered. "I've missed out on so much living." She pressed her body against his, trapping her hand on his rod between them. "I want to start making up on some of it." Then she did something a bit foreign for her. She got down on her knees. She looked up at a startled-looking Keith and then took the head of his cock in her mouth. While she understood the basic premise of the blowjob, this was Pat's first time. She wanted to make tonight special for Keith as well as herself. She decided not to try to get fancy. She just treated his dick like a lollipop and concentrated on the head, holding the rest of his length in her hand and stroking it. "Oh good God," Keith said as he got that most unexpected of pleasures. Pat's mouth was so hot. He hadn't come up here with the intention of having sex with her, but damn if he was going to turn her down. She'd probably hurt him if he tried. He felt her other hand on his nuts, feeling his sack. She tried taking a bit more of him into her mouth but quickly pulled back, licking the sensitive underside of his head and then sucking hard. "You've gotta stop," he said after a few minutes. "I'm gonna cum if you don't." "So that was okay then?" Pat asked, her ferocity waning a bit and replaced by a more familiar uncertainty. "It was fantastic," Keith replied, pulling her to her feet and kissing her. His cock was pressed against her hip and he very badly wanted to take her virginity right then and there, but he was going to wait. He wanted to giver her some of the pleasure she had already given him. He led her to a log next to the fire and easer her butt down onto it. Then he got on his knees and pushed her legs apart, revealing her beautiful shaven pussy. "That is so sweet looking," he muttered. As he placed her lips against her mound, he felt her shiver in delight and she moaned. 'Hell, if that's what a simple kiss does,' he thought. He took a long drag of his tongue right up the center, then inserted two fingers into the lower portion of her honey-pot. He took on of her inner labia in his mouth and pressed it between his gums as he finger fucked her gently. He didn't go too deep. That was what his dick was going to be for. He looked up and was enchanted by what he saw. Ever muscle in that magnificent body was strained and taut. She was magnificent! She draped her legs over his shoulders while he continued his oral attentions. She was wet and warm and he couldn't get enough of her. He kept his finger moving and his tongue started trying to keep up. He was flicking it against her clitoral hood periodically as well as dragging it across her mound. Pat was gripping the log underneath her as she felt something growing inside her. It was powerful, approaching fast and not to be denied. She squeezed her thighs together as if to expel her climax from her body. She wasn't sure why, but she expected Keith to stop. Instead, he kept both fingers and tongue moving at a rapid pace. "You . . . don't . . . have to . . ." she gasped. Her heart wasn't in her objection at all. In fact, she had a handful of his hair and was holding on tight. Run Ch. 06 Keith was quite afraid of the very woman he was pleasuring. She could break him easily if she chose. For the first time, he felt genuinely out of his league. But he wasn't going to let on. He still wanted to make things special for Pat. Pat was beginning to grind herself against Keith's face and hand. She was getting hotter, and it wasn't just the proximity of the fire. She looked down at her own lithe body and suffered a moment of vanity. The sweat was making her abdominal muscles gleam, and it was quite a sight. In the distance, she heard the sounds of the lust of other party-goers being fulfilled, and she was happy to, for once, be part of the action. She moaned as Keith slid another finger inside her, followed by a third. Then something clicked in her mind. She was ready. "Now," she almost growled. She released her grip on Keith's head and he moved up until they were face to face. He felt the head of his member touching the entrance to her pussy. Her thighs were trembling against his hips. Her face, just recently so lustful and confident looked . . . almost afraid. Pat wanted it, but she was indeed afraid. "Go slowly, okay?" she asked. He smiled at her, and she was comforted. They kissed, then their eyes met. Her legs ensnared his waist as he pushed his way inside. It hurt, and more than Pat had expected. She was no fool, but it was something there was no way to prepare for. It made her cling to Keith's body with uncanny desperation. She felt his muscles against hers as he moved inside her. "Are you okay?" Keith asked gently. She nodded as the pain started to subside. She ran her fingers down his back and gripped his hard ass. 'He really is handsome,' she thought as he started to move his hips. Things were beginning to feel much better. "Mmmh," she moaned as her knight in shining armor filled her up. She was content to let him set the pace, just savoring the sensation of flesh and vein penetrating her. She started kissing his neck, then nibbled on his ear as he fucked her. 'Fuck,' she thought. 'That's a word I could get used to.' After a few minutes, Keith stood up while still inside of Pat. He turned around and then sat down. This time Pat was on top. She smiled as she was now able to control the action a bit, using her knees against the log to set the tempo. Keith's motivation wasn't entirely selfless. He leaned in and took one of her nipples between his lips, sucking on it voraciously. He liked breasts, and had wanted to get his hands and/or mouth on Pat's for a month. "Oh baby," Pat moaned, rocking her hips and holding Keith's head. It was definite pleasure that she was feeling, but . . . she felt something was off . . . something was missing. She tried to dismiss the nagging sensation and enjoy the moment. Keith felt harder than he ever had in his life. He looked up and noticed that Pat was glancing away, almost nervously. He kissed her cheek and she turned her head back, smiling. They kissed as she wrapped her legs all the way around him, trapping his manhood inside her. She squeezed her inner muscles and gasped. He couldn't stop it. His cock was overflowing with pressure that demanded release. So release it did. He spurted deep into her womb while they clung to each other without regard for the spoken word or explanation. His orgasm seemed to set off hers, and her vaginal walls ensnared his sensitive member and she came onto his lap. She didn't need to look to the sky to see stars. They were everywhere. Keith couldn't have fantasized about a more perfect woman. But though there was no space between there bodies, he couldn't help but feel that the space was there between their spirits. But when there eyes met, things felt better . . . for a moment. -------- --------------------- To be continued . . . Run Ch. 07 This story is a bit wordy and fairly long, so if you are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to look elsewhere. It contains heterosexual and lesbian sexual activity. --------------- ----------------- The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead (or just confused) is entirely coincidental. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or in total, without the author's permission. This story takes place in the entirely fictional city of Springfield, California, so don't go looking for it on a map. And in my little fictional world, there are no unwanted pregnancies or STD's, except as plot driving devices. The author encourages the practice of safe-sex. This is part of an ongoing series. Please check out earlier part(s) for background and character history. Also, I would like to thank those readers who have stuck with me through the entirety of this story and made writing it worthwhile. ----- ------------- Gail was worried. She hadn't talked to Pat since Saturday night, and a lot had happened. She knew that Pat and Keith had engaged in sexual behavior for the first time in Pat's life, and Pat had also spent her first night at her parent's house since her brother's funeral. Gail was so anxious to find out what was going on that her skin was twitching. Keith had been abnormally tight-lipped about his role in proceedings, and Gail needed to find out why. She saw Pat coming up from the parking lot, a little . . . disappointed . . . that Pat didn't need a ride to school anymore. It had been fun getting to spend those mornings with her, hanging out with a girl. Of course, now she had Sally to hang out with as well. She and the quiet young woman were still on good terms after they had shared their first girl-on-girl experience. In fact, they were quite comfortable with each other. "Pat!" Gail said, almost ambushing her friend. Pat jumped a little. "Hey," Pat said, giving Gail a quick and friendly hug. 'I've come a long way,' she thought after performing such a . . . normal . . . action. "Okay, we have fifteen minutes until the bell rings. You are NOT going anywhere until you tell me everything!" Gail said excitedly. Strangely, Pat didn't seem to share her enthusiasm. "What's wrong?" Gail asked. "Keith wasn't an asshole or anything was he?" "No!" Pat said, then blushed a bit. She knew Gail and knew that she wasn't going to be able to slide by on this. "Promise you won't say anything? On pain of death? Which I can arrange," she reminded Gail with a glare. "I'm a snoop, but I haven't ratted you out yet. Well, not on anything important. At least I don't think . . ." Pat rolled her eyes and drug Gail away from the beaten path. "I . . . it's so weird. Everything was so perfect leading up to everything," Pat said as she started to pace in a circle. "He didn't . . . I mean . . . what happened?" "IT happened," Pat said unnecessarily. "And it was wonderful. He was handsome, the setting was perfect . . . he did everything right . . ." "But?" "But I still felt something was off. And I could tell that he felt that way too." "Like what?" Pat bit her bottom lip. "Like the fact that even though he's been so wonderful and so cute and so patient and so . . . whatever I needed him to be . . . I don't love him," Pat said. She was ashamed of the words, but couldn't deny them. "I wanted to call you and talk to you," she added, not wanting to offend Keith's best friend. "But stuff at the house is weird. No one knows what to say to anyone. My parents are trying though. Mr. Baker . . . my dad moved Buddy's trophy case into the foyer and . . . he kept asked what each of the awards for. He's trying to get to know his son through me," she whispered. "Mom is trying to overcompensate by smothering me with motherly advice." Pat put her hands on her head. "Headache?" Gail asked. "Yeah," Pat replied. She had barely had any problems with her headaches since moving out of her parent's house. Gail sat down on a stone bench and patted next to her. "Everything was supposed to get better," Pat whispered, sitting down and putting her head on Gail's shoulder. "But it isn't." "Welcome to being a teenager," Gail said. "So what are you going to do?" "About what?" "Keith? Your parents?" "I don't know. Keith . . . I would never forgive myself if I hurt him. I don't even know what I want though. I don't want to quit on him," she said. "My parents . . . that's just going to take time." "Be honest with Keith," Gail pleaded. "He's got a big heart. But you don't have to break up with him." "How? If I know I don't love him, how can I be with him?" Gail shrugged. "I don't love Todd, but we're going to stay together until the end of the summer." Pat stared at her friend. "You don't? Then why . . ." "He and I agreed awhile ago that we weren't going to be permanent. I mean, he's going away for college and I'm going to UC Springfield. We're not going to be able to see each other very often if we try the long distance dating thing, and we would rather just enjoy each other for now and then end it on good terms than get all stressed out and lose each other even as friends." "So you're planning on breaking up?" "Yeah. Who knows, though. Somewhere down the road, we might wind up together again. But we're not going to try to force something when neither of us is all that passionate about it. He's a great boyfriend and the perfect fuck-buddy. That's a good start." She kissed Pat's forehead. "You're eighteen years old. Stop looking for the final solution when you haven't even heard all the problems yet." "You're wise beyond your years," Pat said. She would talk to Keith . . . tell him everything. "You hittin' on my woman?" came a soft voice from behind them. Gail smiled as Sally sat down next to them. "You gotta admit," Gail said, wrapping an arm around Sally and glancing at Pat, "she IS kind of hot." "I get that," Sally said with a shy grin. "Okay, now you two are just creeping me out," Pat replied, trying to smile as her headache lingered. She popped a couple of pills from her purse under her friends' watchful eyes. ---------- ------------ A little later . . . ---------- ------------ Keith poked his head into Dr. Martin's office. The school's psychiatrist was sitting behind her desk, looking more than just a little bit tired. "Got a minute?" he asked. "Hopefully I've got longer than a minute," Carolyn said with a smile. "Seems like I've got some guardian angels looking after me." Keith sat down. "You wouldn't have been in trouble if it weren't for us." "I was in trouble because of young Mr. Brazier. You can't control other people's evils, young man. I wouldn't advise stressing it too much." "You gonna be okay?" "Yeah," Carolyn said, leaning back. "I think things will be slow in here for a while until your MTV-short-term-memory-generation forgets about what happens. I'll get a few students. That's what bothers me the most. Mr. Brazier's actions may prevent some people with real problems from coming and talking to me." "How's Lola?" "Concerned, but she'll struggle through. She just needs to make it a few more months and she won't be under probation anymore. After that, she'll have some breathing room. I had to talk her out of quitting and finding a job elsewhere. We came up with this arrangement so we could be together, and I refuse to let some little punk . . . sorry, I shouldn't be speaking like that. I don't want to let anyone drive us apart." "For some reason, I don't think that will happen." He paused. "How . . . how did you know that you . . . you know, loved her?" Dr. Martin looked over the rim of her glasses. This wasn't really a question about her, but she knew enough to play along. "Sometimes, I think it was love at first sight." She smiled. "The rational part of my mind knows that isn't possible. Love is complicated and takes work. But I remember seeing her sitting at a table in a prison library, brushing her hair away from her face while trying to understand Edgar Allen Poe . . . Sorry. I tend to wax a bit romantic. First she fascinated me, then . . . I just thought about her all the time." "Is that what it is? Being in love?" Carolyn looked at Keith. "I was a teenager once. Longer ago than I care to think about. I thought I was in love at least once a week; every time a pretty girl looked my way. It's a lot harder than people think to tell the difference. You have to have experienced both to tell them apart: love and infatuation." She leaned forward a bit. "Are you having doubts about your relationship with Ms. Baker?" Keith sat back. "Maybe. I mean . . . I still think about her. I . . . this is confidential right?" "Yes." He looked around nervously. "Something happened this weekend. Things between her and me . . . it got physical. I didn't take advantage of her or anything," he clarified quickly. "I don't think you could," Carolyn said with a grin. "I've seen her fight too." "Yeah. True. Anyway, things seemed . . . not right. Does that make sense? I mean, it felt wonderful and we both wanted it and I still care a lot about her but . . . I could tell. I could tell that there was still something between us." Carolyn chose her words carefully. "First, I want to remind you that I am in no way officially condoning this type of activity. Sex is a big step and . . ." "I don't need that speech. We both understood the risks. I need your advice. The stuff you would tell me if I was just a friend." "You are a friend," Dr. Martin said. "Love sometimes needs to be worked at, but it can't be forced. I know that may sound strange, but it's true. Sometimes you may not understand it because you've never experience something before. But if you have doubts . . . REAL doubts . . . tell her. The last thing Pat needs is to be jerked around. I know you'd never want to do that to her." Keith gripped his hands together. "I don't get what happened. She's so . . . wonderful. She's everything I should want." "There's more to love than a check-list. There are intangibles that even I can't guess at. If I had based my love-life on binary characteristics, I don't know if I ever would have wound up with Lola. And THAT is a concept that scares my heart." Keith stood up. "Thanks Dr. Martin." "You're welcome. And thank you," she said earnestly. "For standing by me . . . and for standing by Pat. You're one of the people that make my job worthwhile." Keith blushed a little and made his way to class. He had some thinking to do. ---------- ------------ After school . . . ---------- ------------ This time, it was Pat who found herself waiting for Keith at the front of the school. Things had gone well at lunch, but both had realized that, with all their friends and other students around, it hadn't been the time or place for a conversation about what had happened. Keith descended the stairs and, despite everything, took Pat's hand as they silently walked to her car. "So . . ." he started. "So . . ." she replied. "I'm sorry I didn't call you on Sunday. And don't say it's okay." "I wasn't going to," he shot back, then calmed down. "I was scared shitless that I did something wrong." "You didn't. But something WAS wrong," Pat said. "It had to be me because you've done everything right." "I went too fast," Keith said. "It was too soon." "I wanted it as much as you," Pat replied. Keith sighed. For a second, he had been looking for someone else to blame. Now they were both blaming themselves. "What did I do wrong?" "You didn't!" Pat was pulling at her hair. "You were wonderful. You were passionate but still . . . kind. You're handsome and you're smart . . . I couldn't have asked you to do anything better. Maybe I'm just so fucked up that I can't tell a good thing when I've got it." "Bullshit," Keith. He didn't want to have to acknowledge what they both knew. "Maybe . . . we're just not . . . God, I hate saying this. It sounds corny." He took another breath. "Maybe we're just not in love . . . or at least the right kind of love. I mean, I still care about you so much and I enjoyed Saturday night like you wouldn't believe." Pat pulled on his hands and looked at them. Then she met his eyes. "But something was missing. And it shouldn't be. I don't want it to be." "But it's not something I think we just get to pick." Pat smiled warmly and gave Keith a hug. She felt . . . relieved. She wasn't going insane. Or if she was, Keith was going there with her. "Why isn't this 'living' thing getting easier? This is your fault you know. I used to be blissfully unaware of the outside world." "Do you really want to go back to that?" he asked, lifted her chin up. "Not for anything," she said. She kissed him. It may not have been love, but it still felt pretty damn good. "So what now?" "Now . . ." She pondered the question. "You have anyone else you wanna see?" "Not especially." "Me neither. Listen, Gail said that she and Todd are together just because they enjoy each other's company. Maybe that's not such a bad thing. Maybe things will turn into what we want." "And at least we'll get to say we tried." He felt her rest her head on his shoulder. Pat smiled. 'Damn he smells good,' she thought, kissing his neck. Keith shivered. "Uhm, just how good of friends are we going to be?" "Friends with benefits?" she countered. "I could live with that." This time, Keith started the kiss, and neither was in much of a hurry to end it. --------- -------------- That evening . . . --------- -------------- Reginald and Mary Baker were standing near the front door of the house. They were nervous but trying not to LOOK nervous. They didn't know if Pat was going to come home for a second night or not. When that new car pulled into the driveway, both of them hurried somewhere else. But Pat noticed the drapes next to the front door flutter and shadows scurry on the other sides of windows. She knew what they were up to. She just didn't know how to feel about it. She walked in the front door. "Honey, is that you?" came her mother's voice from the kitchen. Pat smiled a little. Her mother didn't even cook anymore, and the only time she was ever in the kitchen was to get a glass of water after playing tennis. She had probably run in there as soon as Pat got home. "Yeah, it's me." "How was . . . how was school today?" her father said, emerging from the study with his book in hand. Pat wondered if he realized he was holding it upside down. "It was okay," Pat said. There was a moment of silence. Pat sighed. Maybe she needed to treat this the way she had dealt with Keith. She just needed to talk to them. She looked from her mother to her father. "I'm sorry guys. I know you want this to be easier, but I don't know how to make it like that. The care is nice, but this isn't about buying me stuff." "I know," her father said, as humble as she had ever seen him. "I don't know how else to start." "Maybe . . . maybe we could go to counseling?" Mary suggested. Pat chuckled. "Mom, I think I've had enough counseling for one lifetime. But I have to admit, it helped." Mary took her daughter's hands. "You shouldn't have needed it. You should have been able to talk to us." "I will," Pat said. "I just don't even know what to talk about anymore." "How about your headaches?" Tobias said, emerging from where he had been eavesdropping. No wonder he and Gail had hit it off. "How long has that been going on?" Mr. Baker said. Pat glared at Tobias. "A couple of years," she sighed. "Dr. Martin told me they were probably due to stress and . . . not getting enough sleep or eating enough." "I'm sorry I pushed you so hard," Reginald said gloomily. This was new territory for him. He never had to apologize to his soldiers for pushing them. "You . . . obviously you don't have to train anymore or anything you don't want to." "Don't just let me off the hook," Pat said. "If this is going to work, you've got to treat me like a real daughter. That means SOME structure . . . just structure with some room to breathe. I WANT to train Dad. I just thought maybe I could just do Hapkido for a while. I like the weapons stuff. And I've been exercising, just . . . just not until one o'clock in the morning. Dr. Martin and the guys at the hospital said that the headaches won't be as much of a problem if I just have some downtime." "Okay," Mr. Baker said. "I think that sounds fair." "And . . . and I want you to go with me to the Special Olympics event on Sunday," she said firmly, looking more at her father. "I know you're trying to understand Buddy, but I can only tell you so much. All those guys that showed up and visited me at the hospital had stories about Buddy," she said, her eyes welling up with tears. Just because the hurting was getting less didn't mean that the hurting was gone. Mr. Baker nodded. "I think that sounds like a good idea," he said. Then he cleared his throat. "I didn't want to bring this up, but . . . have you thought about what you want to do in the Fall? Since West Point is out . . ." "I don't know. I'm just getting used to the idea of my life being more . . . mine. I don't know what I want to do with it." Her mother appeared deep in thought. "This summer . . . she said slowly. Why don't you travel? I mean, go see the country or . . . or maybe Europe?" Pat looked nervous. "Would . . . you want to go with me?" Mr. Baker looked at her and chose his words carefully. "We can't take off for the whole summer," he said, "but maybe we could start it off with a family vacation, then you could spend some time traveling on your own." He grimaced. He may be new to being a 'regular' father, but there were some things he hated . . . like trusting his daughter's boyfriend. "You could take that Keith fellow . . . we'd pay for it of course. Or maybe a couple of friends, if you promised to keep expenses within reason." "Dad, I told you, it's not just about money." "I know," he said. "But you said you needed to find your own way. How can you do that if you don't see what's out there?" Pat's eyes shot open. "Dad . . . that made . . . sense!" "You don't have to sound SO surprised." Pat smiled, and it lightened her parents' spirits. "Let me think about it and ask Keith . . . and the others." "About . . . Keith," Reginald Baker grumbled, straightening his spine. "I think . . ." "Dad, it's a little too early for you to start telling me who I can and cannot date," Pat said. She wasn't inclined to share information about recent changes in her and Keith's status. "I wasn't going to," her father said defensively. "If you can promise that you're BOTH done with your patriarch bashing ways," he added, rubbing his nose, "then your mother and I would like you to invite him over for dinner. We'd like to meet him under more civilized circumstances. Dread welled up in Pat's brain. Her boyfriend? Meeting her parents? There was some sort of genetic-level reaction that any teenaged girl had at that very thought. "And you can invite your other friends as well," Mary said. She had been young once. Despite Reginald's revisionist history of the event, her parents really hadn't liked him the first time they met him. Or the second. Having other people around might make things go more smoothly. "How about Friday?" her father said. "Your uncle has decided to make ANOTHER visit out here and he might like meet everyone . . . like this." "Okay. I think that will be . . . fun." Pat gave her father and mother each a hug. It didn't feel as awkward as she expected, then she started towards the stair. Then she stopped and hugged Tobias before skirting up her room and her bed in her home. Run Ch. 07 ---------- ----------------------------- At Dr. Martin's apartment . . . ---------- ----------------------------- "Hey babe," Carolyn said as she dropped her purse on the table and went over to where Lola was already resting on the couch. "Hey," Lola said despondently. "What's the matter? Rough day at work?" The Hispanic beauty rolled over. She actually looked like she'd been crying. "Yeah." Carolyn's own problems no longer mattered. She hurried around the sofa and knelt down. "What's wrong baby?" Lola sniffed. "Gawd, I feel like such a little girl. I never even saw it comin', ya know? Apparently, bein' gay is worse than bein' a smoker, an ex-con or anythin' else. I had a sixty-year-old woman spit on me. And I wanted to hit her babe. I wanted to and I didn't and I felt so fuckin' weak." "You are not weak!" Carolyn hissed. "It takes a hell of a lot more to stay your hand than let it fly. You can't let them provoke you into anything that might make you violate parole. Just a couple more months sweetheart." "I know, I know." Lola lay her head in Carolyn's lap and let the doctor stroke her hair. "Why is it that it was the kids who were so cool about shit and these women . . . women I've know for years now . . . they turned on me." "People are afraid of change. You deserve better than to be back there." Carolyn kissed Lola's forehead. "It's honest work. I'm a high-school drop-out . . ." "Who's going to ace her GED hands down." ". . . who's going to be looked down on her whole life because she was stupid fuckin' kid . . ." "Who turned into a beautiful woman with a talent for the written word unlike anyone I've seen in a long time." Lola kissed Carolyn's hand. "Stop trying to make me feel better." "No. As a matter of fact, HELL no. I love you, and I won't let anyone make you think you're anything less than spectacular. ESPECIALLY you!" "It just makes me mad is all," Lola mumbled. "It's your fault you know." "My fault?" "Yeah. None of this would have bothered me if YOU hadn't made me believe more in myself." "Shame on me," Carolyn said, grinning. She kissed her lover's lips. "That's it. Get your dress on." Lola looked confused. "My dress? You know I don't feel right in that thing," she said, embarrassed. "You look beautiful in it, and I want to take you out to dinner. Somewhere nice. I won't take know for an answer." Carolyn took a cheap shot. She pouted her bottom lip and said, "If you LOVE me you'll do it." Lola rolled her eyes. She knew it was just a ploy, but it worked the few times her lover tried it. "Okay, okay. Where are we going?" ----------- ----------------- The Siren's Cave . . . ----------- ----------------- "Oh yeah, this is more like it," Lola said, shaking her hips as she and Carolyn made their ways out to the dance floor. There was a chick band playing mediocre music really loud, and the flashing lights in the floor were lighting up the dancers like and estrogen-laden circus. The Siren's Cave was one of the most popular lesbian clubs in the state and it showed. "You should've told me we was comin' here. I could'a worn my dance clothes." Carolyn wrapped her arms around Lola. The brown-skinned woman was dressed in a spectacular black evening gown. Her tattoos stood out, but Carolyn just though it made her lover even sexier. The doctor was wearing a matching gown in black, though there considerably more cleavage exposed on her. "Then I wouldn't have gotten to see you like this. I like seeing you this way." She kissed Lola's shoulder, feeling that lithe body sway against her. Lola turned and wrapped her arms around the redhead's neck and kissed her. She was more of a dancer than Carolyn was, unless it was slow dancing. No one could slow-dance like the doctor. And it was a slow . . . slow song that was coming on. "So what's the plan?" Lola said. She felt like she was walking on clouds. This is what Carolyn had done for her since the day they met. She made Lola feel like a princess. A hardened woman who had almost gotten herself killed in an armed robbery attempt had found out that some carriages didn't turn back into pumpkins at midnight. "Dance," Carolyn said. "Dance until we can't stand up. Then find something to do while laying down." "I don't want to be on top tonight," Lola said as Carolyn pulled her closer. "Just by your side." "The words of poet," Carolyn replied, blushing a little. "Fine. Tonight, no rough stuff. But tomorrow . . ." "You'll wear the prison-guard outfit?" Lola half asked, half requested. "You read my mind." ---------- ------------------- Later that evening . . . ---------- ------------------- "Mmh," Lola moaned as the warm, bubbly water soothed her skin. Carolyn had decided to check into the posh Springfield Radisson and had gotten a suite. She wanted to pamper Lola, and that included room service, a bubble bath and a huge soft bed. Lola licked her lips as Carolyn peeled off her dress, her bra and then her v-string. Carolyn sank down into the tub and Lola quickly snuggled her way into her lover's lap. Carolyn kissed the side of Lola's face, then grabbed a glass of champagne off the side of the jacuzzi-tub and handed it to the Hispanic beauty. "I could get used to this," Lola said, taking a sip. Champagne wasn't normally her thing, but it seemed appropriate. "Nothing but the best for my woman," the redhead said. She nibbled on Lola's ear. "I could be wearin' a burlap sack, and you'd STILL make me feel like the queen of the world," Lola whispered. She turned around, rubbing her soapy body against Carolyn's. "The champagne and the seduction are nice, but I think I'd rather just get busy," she added with a grin. "My impatient little harlot," the doctor chuckled, pulling her lover up and kissing her while skin pressed against skin. "My beautiful little ex-con," she said, kissing her again. "The perfect . . . you." She felt fingers sliding up one pale leg and nestling in the entrance to heaven. "This little piggy went to market," Lola said, sliding one finger in. "This little piggy stayed home," preceded a second finger. "You know . . . unh . . . I could do without the 'piggy' references." Lola pushed a third finger in and curled them, pressing her palm against her lover's mound. "I'm gonna take you all the way home." Lola was moving her fingers delectably slowly and rhythmically. Carolyn parted her legs even wider, putting one foot up on the side of the tub. Warm water circled her nether region as Lola's finger plunged inward. "Baby," Carolyn cooed, her large breasts breaking the surface of the water as she strained against Lola's hand. She felt one nipple engulfed between two hot lips. Lola had a thing for her tits. "Good girl!" Lola wasn't exactly busty and she had always envied women like Carolyn. But seeing as she got to play with the other woman's breasts whenever she wanted, her envy was mollified. That warm white flesh was slippery, so it was difficult to keep the nipple between her lips, so she opted to use her teeth. That got a positive reaction out of her lover, who held Lola's head to her chest. 'She is such a freak,' Lola thought bemusedly. While Lola was biting her nipple and exploring her insides, Carolyn was biting her bottom lip. Lola had seemed to know what got her off ever since that first time in the prison library. She may have been timid then, but she was talented. Lola pressed tighter against her lover's body, causing water to slosh out onto the bathroom floor. She had found Carolyn's button and was tapping it like Morse code. She had her lover's mound completely cupped, and she was rubbing her palm in tiny circles. She wanted to make her lover cum so badly. It was just one of the ways she showed that magnificent woman just how much she loved her. She didn't have to wait long. Carolyn had been primed all night long and Lola knew her too well. She was pressing against the wall and floor of the tub with her feet, driving her sex up into Lola's hand and whispering "Yessssssssssssssss!" Lola wanted to continued, but there was no way that Carolyn was going to let that orgasm go unanswered. She pushed Lola to the far end of the tub. "Why don't we see how long I can hold my breath." With Lola looked delightfully confused, Carolyn dove under the surface of the water. Lola's eyes blasted open and she was smiling. Her lover had found her pussy on instinct and was eating her under the surface of the water. It was an amazing and wholly new experience for the sexy Latina. The redhead emerged from the water with a gasp. But before Lola could say anything, Carolyn took a couple of deep breaths and then sank back under the surface. Even if she were to drown, she'd make sure to leave a smile on Lola's face. Lola decided that as fun as the experience was, she wanted to help Carolyn hurry things along. It was her turn to place on foot on the rim of the tub, lifting her lithe body from the water and bringing Carolyn's head with her. That educated tongue was still lapping away and her hair was plastered to her face. The redhead was tugging on Lola's outer labia with her thumbs so she could taste the deep sweetness that her lover offered. "Faster!" Lola said, humping Carolyn's face. "Oh baby!" Carolyn leaned in until her mouth was inside her lover's sex. She gripped those slippery ass cheeks as she licked for all that she was worth. Lola was letting out long, low groans as her climax approached. "Give it to me baby!" She started to climax. Her body jerked once, then she gasped. She felt Carolyn's tongue still moving inside of her, even as the aftershocks faded. "Give it to me baby?" Carolyn asked with a chuckle. "Where did THAT come from?" "Sorry, I was tryin' to be sexy," Lola asked, blushing and covering her face. "You couldn't be anything else." Carolyn slid up Lola's body and kissed her. Lola was a little more sensitive after her orgasms, so Carolyn would give her a breather by taking her breath away. Lips and tongues ruled the moment. "Hmm, I think I love you," Lola whispered. "You 'think'?" Carolyn replied in feigned surprise. She kissed the woman again. "Okay, I'm sure." Lola pushed wet hair out of Carolyn's face. "Hey, this summer . . . do you think we could make a trip down to San Diego?" The redhead met her lover's gazed with a concerned expression. "Your parents?" She knew that Lola's relationship with her family had been strained since even before her arraignment. They had exchanged Christmas cards and semi-cordial birthday phone-calls, but it was obvious that they never really forgave her for her wild childhood. Her two brothers and two sisters were a little bit better, but her parents weren't thrilled about them "being influenced" by the eldest sibling. "Yeah. I guess seein' what's gone on with Pat . . . Maybe I just wanna see if I can work things out with MY family." "I've always thought you could," Carolyn said, proud that her girlfriend was willing to take that risk. "You KNOW that Celia and Selma would love to see you more." "Juan and Rafael would LOVE to see more of you," Lola countered. All her siblings had met Carolyn, and her brothers had reacted like most males . . . they had drooled. They had been somewhat discrete about it, but they had drooled nonetheless. She sighed. "I just want 'em to know I'm not that girl no more." Carolyn kissed her lover's neck. "Of course we can go. We'll take them all out to the zoo. A nice setting, don't you think?" "You just like lookin' at things in cages," Lola laughed. "I like unlocking them," Carolyn said, moving backwards and easing her legs apart. "Grr," growled Lola with a smile. She spread her own legs so that she and Carolyn could scoot together and press pussy against pussy with their legs at ninety-degree angles from each other. "Rub the kitty," the doctor crooned as she rubbed her mound against Lola's. Lola grabbed one of Carolyn's legs and used it as leverage. She even licked and kissed the back of Carolyn's calf as they humped each other. The water had gone from steamy to luke-warm, but the sex was making up for it. She wished she had brought some toys, but that could wait until "prison guard night." She reached down and caressed Carolyn's butt cheeks. It took a little bit of stretching, but she was able to shove two fingers into Carolyn's ass. The doctor's eyes opened with pleasant surprise. "So nimble," she moaned as those digits penetrated her anal ring. They were working like little pistons, though Lola was a bit restricted to her awkward position. Water was splashing everywhere by that point, and neither woman could care less. Labia were pressed against labia, sliding against one another. Carolyn sent a hand between them, tantalizing her lover's clitoral hood. She marveled at the physical effect it had on Lola, causing her to tense up just a little almost instantly, showing off her beautiful body. Soon, Lola was cumming again, straining against Carolyn's body. "Let me take you to bed," Lola whispered when she had recovered. She drew Carolyn to her feet and the two women toweled each other off. She lay Carolyn down at the head of the bed and then straddled her midsection. She kissed Carolyn's lips, then her neck and her shoulder. She continued downward, spending a little extra time on those breasts she loved so much. Then she scooted down even further, kissing the soft white skin of Carolyn's stomach and then the tops of her thighs. Then the time for teasing was over. She prompted the redhead to lift up her legs just a bit so Lola could thrust her arms underneath them and then clasp her hands across Carolyn's stomach. Lola's face was now directly in front of the doctor's paradise, and she was ready to open the gates. "Oh, give it to me baby," Carolyn half-joked as her beautiful girlfriend slipped a warm, slippery muscle inside her body. She felt lips on her clit soon thereafter and an excruciatingly gentle sucking sensation. Minutes passes as the doctor gasped and sighed, thrusting her breasts into the air as her sex was gone over with the proverbial fine-toothed comb. Lola's tongue was so far in that Carolyn was sure that her lover was, in violation of all natural laws, actually trying to crawl back inside the womb. And Carolyn would welcome her. "Mmph," she grunted as she bit her bottom lip. Her breathing was rapid and she could see the sheen of sweat on her body as Lola brought her to a terrific climax. "Ah . . . ah . . . ah . . . ahhhhhhhhhhhh," she sighed as her juices ebbed onto that perfect Latina face. "Yummy," Lola said with a smile. "Get up here," Carolyn said, impatient for another kiss. She didn't have to wait long. "I'll call my folks. See if there's a 'good time' for coming down," Lola said when they finally came up for air. "Hey, you'll have passed you GEDs by then and will have some more poetry written, so you'll have plenty to show them. And you know your siblings will be on your side." "Yeah, I guess." Lola rested her head on Carolyn's chest. The redhead stroked her lover's hair. "And you know you'll always have me." Lola was smiling. Having someone like Carolyn was more than she ever dreamt she'd have. "Well, as long as you've got that prison-guard outfit." -------- --------------------- Friday night . . . -------- --------------------- Luckily for Pat, her uncle had been there to break the ice. Otherwise, she and her friends probably would have sat at her parent's dinner table in awkward silence for quite a while. But after his second "No shit, there I was," story, the mood had been alleviated. Lyle, for his part was ecstatic and relieved. He had been so worried when he had left, not knowing what would happen with his niece. But she looked better physically than he had ever seen her, and even his brother and sister seemed to be coming around. "So, your dad says you may be doing some traveling this summer?" All ears were on Pat now. She had brought up the idea with her friends who, wanting to participate in a post-high-school-pre-college road trip, were waiting for her to make a final decision. "I . . . I guess it would be fun. I was thinking maybe . . . Alaska?" "Interesting choice," Keith said. He'd been hoping for something that involved Las Vegas, but . . . "I think that sounds swell!" Gail interjected. "Did you just use the word 'swell' in a sentence?" Todd said amusedly. Gail stuck her tongue out at him. "Is it cold there in summer?" Sally asked. "I don't have a real good winter coat." The conversation continued on for a bit, everyone babbling excitedly. Lyle watched his brother amusedly. Reginald, who had commanded armies, seemed absolutely at a loss on how to reign in all these teenagers. Mary was just smiling. "Well, I think it's an EXCELLENT choice," Mary said to her daughter. "Your father and I went on an Alaskan cruise for our honeymoon. Most beautiful scenery anywhere in the world." "Good times," her husband said, a smile playing briefly across his face. Lyle was looking over the rim of his brandy glass. "I should think so. Buddy was born about nine months later if I recall." Mary, for probably the first in her life, actually spit out her own drink onto a guest, namely Todd. Reginald's eyes had shot open wide. "Lyle!" he almost shouted. Most of the crew was trying not chuckle. Lyle was just looking surprised. "What? Does anyone besides me know what goes on during honeymoons?" Pat smiled a little, realizing her parents were people too in some respects. But it was one of those moments . . . what would Buddy's memory mean to her? Another reason to cry or . . . It was Benga who first noticed that Pat was smiling from ear to ear. He gulped. She really had an amazing smile. Gail looked over. "I'm up for Alaska," she said, wiping Mrs. Baker's drink off of Todd's face. Todd just sat there looking indignant. "I could give you a list of . . . some suggestions on places to go. If you're interested, obviously," Reginald said. He had to keep the idea that he had much less control over his daughter's life than he used to. "I'd like that," she said, offering him a bit of support. She'd have to give back at some point. "So, who all wants to drive up to Alaska?" Every hand went up, but Pat couldn't help but notice that Keith's went last. -------- ---------------- After dinner . . . -------- ---------------- With her uncle and father exchanging "Oh yeah, well . . ." war stories to a captivated audience, Pat stepped out onto the veranda. She saw Keith standing over next to the rail, looking up at the moon. "What's wrong?" she asked. "Nothing," he said. He instantly regretted saying it, since they both knew it was a lie. "Please," she said softly. He nodded his head. "Why Alaska? I mean, you didn't say anything about it to me." "I . . . I don't know. I didn't really think it mattered." "This is probably going to be our last . . . our only summer as a couple. Don't you think you should've check with me first?" Pat instantly went defensive. "I didn't realize that all my decisions had to be run by you now." "I'm supposed to have SOME say! That's why it's called a "couple" and not "two singles." No, I don't want to tell you what to do!" She started to point angrily at him, but no words came to her lips. Then she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry. Where did you want to go?" "That's not the . . . that isn't the point." "What IS the point?" "The point is that I'm the guy who should be the first to know about all your wacky ideas. That's one of the things a boyfriend is for." "Well excuse me! You are my first boyfriend, so maybe I just don't know all the rules!" "There are NO rules! Just . . . guidelines. Needing to tell me where you're going shopping . . . too much information. But how you're going to spend you're entire summer . . . that matters. Particularly if I'm supposed to be involved!" Run Ch. 07 "Maybe I just didn't think it through! I'm just pulling this stuff out of my butt half the time! I know people aren't going to wait for me forever, but I don't have the vaguest idea how I'm supposed to react about ANYTHING!" Pat was actually trembling. "I'm sorry," Keith said, moving and wrapping his arms around her. "No," she said, "don't be." She let herself be held for a moment. "It isn't going to work is it? We can't just 'be friends' and be dating?" Keith held his friend. He actually felt a little teary. He couldn't love Gail, and now Pat had slipped out of his emotional fingers, so to speak. "No. Damn, a week ago, this seemed like such an easy decision." "We can blame me," Pat said. "You've been too nice . . ." "This isn't a blame thing." Keith stroked her hair. "Maybe it works for Gail and Todd . . . sex and everything without . . . IT. It doesn't for me." Pat sniffed. She was almost crying when she said, "And now my first time was a one-night . . ." "NO!" Now Keith was looking at her. "I meant it when I said it was an amazing night for me and I'm so damn lucky it got to be me. But I also felt about you . . . I was thinking it could be forever. Now I know it won't be. And with you . . . that's not enough. You shouldn't ever let someone into your bed that isn't going to be able to be there for you in every way." Pat broke away. "They always talk about the knight riding to the rescue. The story always ends before the knight rides away." "Pat, that's not what's happening." "Yes, it is," Pat said. "It was supposed to be a fairytale. You saved me Keith. You saved me from myself so many times . . . and now we don't love each other and the fairytale is rolling the end credits. And it sucks and it's not fair and . . ." Pat had to pause, lest she work herself into another migraine. "But I need a few days away from you," Pat said, looking at him with teary eyes. "I don't know if I'm going to be mad or just depressed or petty, but I need time." Keith's heart was tearing him apart. He knew he was doing the right thing, but it wasn't making him feel any better. "Just don't do anything . . . rash," he said carefully. "And if you need someone to talk to, don't rule out the gang just because of me." "I'm not even ruling you out," Pat said. "I just need some time to figure out . . . me." She looked inside. "I should get back inside," she added, wiping her eyes. "I think we can wait until afterward to tell them . . . you know, what happened." She turned around and went back inside. Keith turned around and placed he heated forehead and the cool marble of the balcony. It had been so stupid. It had just been her not telling him something first . . . hardly a hanging offense. But then he had let it all out. He didn't want a relationship like Gail and Todd had. He wasn't that type of guy. He wanted something more like . . . what he had experience between Dr. Martin and Lola. He wanted something so powerful that it couldn't be ignored or mistaken as anything else. Pat needed someone who was more of a warrior. Keith needed . . . hell, he didn't know WHAT he needed. "That was a noble thing you just did," came a powerful and level voice behind him. Keith turned and saw Reginald Baker, emerging from the shadows. "Funny thing about learning about teenagers is how to act like one. That includes listening in on conversations not meant for you. And I won't pretend that I don't know things . . . things that I would much rather not know," the former general said. Keith was justifiably nervous. Reginald Baker was a man who could destroy him. Keith's one punch against the man had been a total sucker shot. "I've made enough bad choices in my own personal life to appreciate someone making a right one," Mr. Baker said. "And no, that's not saying that I didn't like you and didn't want you seeing my daughter. Far from it. Keith, the hardest thing about being in the army wasn't running a mile in full pack or shooting my rifle or firing my artillery. It was making decisions. When you make a decision that affects someone else's life . . . it's the hardest thing in the world to do. Not a lot of people can do it and live with the consequences. I certainly hope you can. I hope you and my daughter remain friends, because she believes in you a great deal and I can't tell you how grateful she is for all the ways you've supported her." "She is an amazing girl," Keith sputtered. "And you and your friends figured that out faster than I did. But at least I'll get that chance . . . a chance I'll never get with my son. But from what my daughter has told me of him, I think I've figured something out. You find the most amazing people in sometimes the least likely places. People like my son, and people like you." Keith was surprised. Firstly, that things had gone so well. Secondly, when he got punched straight in the kisser. He was sent flying to the ground, his head spinning. "Fuck!" he said, feeling some blood coming out from under his lip. "You've been waiting for that since the hospital?!" "No," said Reginald Baker, who offered his hand to Keith to help him up. "I was willing to let the hospital incident slide. THAT was because you slept with my daughter and I think I'm entitled for that reason." Keith would've smiled if he didn't think it would cause his jaw to break. He let Mr. Baker help him to his feet before finding his way inside. ---------- ----------------- Late that night . . . ---------- ----------------- The ride home had been eerie and uncomfortable. Keith and Pat had been very stand-offish to each other the entire evening after some random point. Keith had given Gail the skinny as soon as they got to the car, and those who had come in that vehicle found themselves with little to say. Keith had gotten out of the car at his place and went in without saying a word. Gail was sitting on her front porch, staring just down the street at where she had dropped off her best friend. For the first time, she didn't think she'd be welcome if dropped by. She turned her head when she heard footsteps coming up the drive. She had been expected Todd, but was surprised to see Sally come trekking up the driveway, completely out of breath. "Baby, what are you doing?" Sally had just run a mile from her house to Gail's and she wasn't used to such exertion. "I . . . I . . . I needed to know how . . . ooh . . ." She sat down in the driveway with her head between her knees, breathing deeply. Gail rushed down, but seemed confident that her young friend. "You could've just called me," Gail said, hugging the young woman fondly. "But . . . the dramatics," Sally said softly. "What's going on?" she asked, raising a sweaty face to Gail. "What's with Keith and Pat?" Sally had been in Todd's car, so she had missed the conversation. "I . . ." Gail stopped. Todd's car had just arrived. "Hey baby, I just dropped off Art, so I hurried over . . ." He looked puzzled. "Hey Sally. Didn't I just . . ." Gail smiled. "Why do you even drop people off if y'all are just gonna drop by afterward? Please, organize!" "You're telling someone ELSE to organize?" Todd asked. "Shut up. Being cute only gets you so far with me." Gail turned to Sally. "Keith and Pat . . . they broke up." "WHY?!" Sally said, using up what breath she had left. Gail was frustrated. She knew that just a week ago, the two had been content to try continuing their relationship despite the lack of some intangible deep-seated mind-numbing sense of love. Pat had still seemed willing to try, but Keith had backed out in a big way. Gail didn't understand the logic, even as she tried explaining everything to her friends. "So . . . what happens to everyone else?" Sally asked desperately. "What do you mean? Why would anything . . ." "They're the reason we came together," she said hurriedly. "If they're not together, then what . . . what do the rest of us do?" Gail wrapped her arm around her trembling friend. Sally had gone without anything resembling a circle of friends for a long time. The idea of losing these ones petrified her. "This doesn't have to change anything with the rest of us. Pat and Keith will just have to figure things out between the two of them. We're still friends Sally. No take-backs." "It was so perfect," Sally said, leaning against Gail. "Why didn't they work?" Todd sat cross-legged in front of the two girls. "An attractive guy got infatuated with a dark, mysterious and gorgeous girl. Under normal circumstances, they probably would've dated a couple of times and that was it. They just didn't have enough in common, besides being good people. Keith went to the wall for her, but he would've done that for Gail too. I think that the situation Pat was in . . . the drama that is Pat's life . . . he got caught up in it. Now, he's probably mad at himself. He knows that he may have already screwed up a friendship by making it into something it shouldn't have been." Gail was looking at her boyfriend. "Where did you come from and what did you do with my boyfriend?" Todd looked embarrassed. "My mom watches a lot of Dr. Phil." Sally and Gail both stared at him. Then they started to chuckle. "He's not bad," Sally said with a smile. "For an icky guy." "He DOES have his uses," Gail replied, wiggling her eyebrows at Todd. "Speaking of which," Todd said, "I take it that I won't be 'put to good use' this evening?" Sally blushed. "I'm sorry. I'm interfering," she said, starting to get up. "I'll just head home . . ." Gail pulled Sally's arm until the girl plopped in her lap. "Todd has gone without for longer than a couple of days before." Todd couldn't resist the temptation. "Hey! Who's up for a ménage a trois? Gail was grinning. Then . . . 'Why not?' She started whispering something into Sally's ear. The girl looked shocked at first, then just started to blush from ear to ear. Sally whispered something back. "Sure. Why not?" Gail said demurely, wrapping her arms around her young female friend. Sally was someone trying to break out of her shell, and being around Gail sort of enabled the process. Todd stopped breathing, producing mouth-moisture and blinking . . . all at about the same time. "Hunh . . . wuh?" Gail nibbled on Sally's ear. "Only rule is that YOU don't get to touch HER. You can watch though." "Watch what?" he asked with an enormous gulp. "Whatever," Gail started, running her hands around the front of Sally, tickling her tummy. It took less than five minutes to load all three people back into Todd's car and make their way over to Todd's house. His parents were out of town for the weekend, so they would have plenty of peace and quiet. But peace and quiet was the last thing on Todd's mind. He had immediately been shoved back on his bad while Sally and Gail made out and got undressed in front of him. It was clear that Sally, while willing, was nervous. She was giggling and blushed a lot as her young body came into view. Gail whispered, "Listen, if this is too weird, we can always stop." Sally bit her lip and then kissed Gail. "I'm okay," she said. "I wanna do this." Todd hadn't breathed for about thirty seconds. His member was trying to rip its way through denim. His girlfriend's hands were cupping a firm little behind . . . a firm little [i]female[/i] behind. This drew Sally up closer, causing the smaller girl to press her delicate pussy against Gail's upper thigh. Sally's hear was in her throat as she helped Gail pull the blonde girl's shirt up over her head. She had wanted to be more daring. This . . . was daunting. She liked Todd and all, but he was a . . . a boy. But Gail promised that he couldn't touch Sally. Sally realized that Gail was making out like a bandit in this situation. To help drive the point home, Gail turned and let Sally feel up her breasts as she unzipped Todd's tormented shaft. It seemed . . . harder . . . when it was able to breathe free air. She touched it and was afraid he was going to shoot in her palm. "Hmm, somebody's happy to see me. Aren't you?" she said to his penis. As Sally was peeling down Gail's pants, she leaned in and licked the head. Sally was on her knees with Gail's beautiful pussy right in front of her. She tried ignoring the fact the other end of this enchanting woman was touching a guy. She spread Gail's round butt cheeks and gently inserted her tongue into the blonde girl's honeypot. "Mmmh," Gail moaned as she grabbed Todd's cock more firmly and sucked the head into her mouth with a pop. She traced her nails up the sensitive shaft, then grabbed it again and stroked it while sucking on the mushroom-like head. This was a first for a girl who thought she had tried just about everything. Sally was a lot gutsier than she would ever have given the girl credit for. She was a little lickin' machine, and Gail was going to have problems standing up for long. Sally noticed that Gail's knees buckle a bit. Besides giving her a sense of pride, it also gave her an idea. She got on the floor and turned onto her back. She pushed on the back of her friend's knees, coaxing her downward. Gail picked up on the idea and she sat on Sally's face while giving Todd head. 'Life is good,' she thought happily as she let more velvety flesh slide into her mouth. And there was a mischievous demon between her thighs, dancing around her insides and lighting them on fire. Sally was trying to get as far in as her tongue would go. Her one experience with Gail showed her that going down on a girl wasn't nearly as awkward as she initially thought it would be. It didn't hurt that Gail was smokin' hot. She wanted to make the girl cum. Even though she knew it was a silly thing to do, she would probably judge her success as a lover by the number of her companion's orgasms. Her soft lips were sucking on Gail's clit while her thumbs caressed the harder flesh to either side of the girl's opening. Gail slowly . . . very slowly . . . pulled off of Todd's turgid pole. "She's so hot," Gail said, exaggerating her gasp only slightly as she her skin flushed. "I wish you could feel the things she's doing to me . . . this hot, beautiful girl between my thighs," she added, rubbing the skin of his member up and down while caressing the head with her tongue. Todd wasn't super-human. He was a mortal, and a teenager at that. The sight of Sally's nubile form emanating from between Gail's thighs combined with that whisper-soft blowjob was simply more than he could bare and with a few pulses, he filled her partially opened mouth with cream. Gail licked her lips once, then swallowed her treat. She was smiling as she looked up at Todd, then her eyes closed. She was getting another treat in the form of a yummy climax brought about by an inexperienced by wholly enthusiastic young Sally. "Oh . . . oh . . . oh!" she murmured and moaned. She was rubbing her moist mound against Sally's face, enjoying the decadence of the moment. She scurried down Sally's body and kissed the girl. "And before you even ask, you were fantastic!" Sally blushed. Todd was grinning appreciatively as his icky . . . thing . . . slowly deflated. But then Todd wasn't on her mind. Gail was kissing her . . . hard and . . . and a lot. "Remember the other night?" Gail asked, turning herself around to get into a sixty-nine position. 'I'll never forget it,' Sally thought happily. Then she was faced again with that beautiful pussy, and thinking was no longer her primary goal. "Ooh, somebody shaved," Gail said. Gail had cleaned up the kitty a little bit, making things a bit easier and more accessible for her lover. She was able to caress Sally's outer labia with her thumbs like the smaller girl had done for Gail. 'She must have shaved recently,' she thought, licking her way all the way around. 'Still smooth.' Sally really hadn't expected a repeat performance or her session with Gail so quickly, or at all. She had wanted to feel sexier and so she had cleaned up a little like she had seen Gail do. It was apparently a big hit, as Gail was exploring like a little kid with grown-up desires. Sally felt a finger penetrate her as she licked away at Gail. Then there was another finger, apparently from a different hand as they were pulling her in opposite directions. Sally was sticking with just using her tongue this time, or at least as far as pleasuring pussy went. Her hands were exploring, caressing Gail's firm behind, her stomach, ribs and breasts. Especially the breasts. She took those warm mounds completely in her hands and rolled the nipples between her fingers. "Mmh," Gail groaned. She appreciated her lover's interest in breast-play and wanted to reciprocate. She plunged her tongue in deep and then pulled her fingers away, reaching down and toying with Sally's smaller but still perky tits. Things heated up a bit as the two girls "titillated" whatever they could get their hands on. They rolled over a couple of times, exchanging who got to be on top. Sally was soon treated to an all-too-brief but quite intense orgasm, and Gail kept her tongue moving through the entire delicious ordeal. Todd had gotten hard again in record time. He normally had to spend at least $4.95 at the back of a video rental store (or $3.95 for the trial membership at an adult site) for this kind of action. But he didn't want to just butt in and possibly spook Sally. Luckily for him, Gail had a sixth sense regarding the state of his penis. Her head swiveled and saw it standing proudly. "Baby's back," she chuckled. "Now how to best utilize all these resources. I know . . ." She turned Sally onto her back and then knelt between her open legs. "You, back here," she ordered. Todd got on his knees behind her so that when she knelt forward to continue her oral stimulation of young Sally, her butt cheeks spread and her ravished pussy came into view. "God loves me," Todd muttered, mostly to himself. He didn't waste much time, easing himself into her sex and savoring the moment. 'That makes two of us,' Gail thought, giving Sally a quick smile before wrapping her tongue around that tender clit. "Ah!" Sally gasped. She wasn't sure what to do with herself, but Gail was making things easy. Lie back and get pleasured. Her small body was awash with pleasure as Gail's tongue poked or caressed anything that wasn't nailed down. Speaking of nailing, that's pretty much all Todd had on his one-track mind. He was taking his spike to Gail's pussy with a tempo that would have exhausted John Henry. His balls were slamming into her, and any thoughts of NOT scaring Sally had evaporated. He was horny, Gail was willing and . . . and enough said. "Gail!" Sally said, then actually blushed because she had spoken loudly. 'Kinda late to be getting bashful,' she thought. "Yes ma'am?" Gail said, pulling her face up as she grunted. Todd was feeling frisky! "Don't stop? Puh-lease?!" Sally pleaded. "I wasn't gonna," Gail said with mock irritation. "Then you go calling my name and distracting me." Gail returned to her cunnilingus with a vengeance. Secretly, she wanted Sally to call out her name again. It was going to be a bit harder with Todd wailing away like he was, but Gail was nothing if not determined. "Ooh, found a spot!" She had indeed found a spot when she curled a finger into Sally's sex. Sally did everything short of thumping her leg like a hound dog when Gail started to stimulate that spot. She was writhing on the carpet, pushing up on the floor with her feet. Todd never stood a chance. Watching what his girlfriend was doing to Sally was something he normally would've been stroking to, but he had Gail's pussy doing that job for him. And when Gail's sex clamped down in preparation for her own orgasm, he lost his load completely. His cum was soon mixing with hers in a decadent stew. Run Ch. 07 Gail had stopped everything for a moment while her body was wracked with pleasure. It got harder to concentrate after the second climax, but she couldn't dally long. Sally was beginning to wonder if things were just over. "I'm not done with you yet," Gail said in a raspy voice. She kept her eyes trained on the girl's face as she started stimulating the magic spot again, using three curled fingers to light up Sally's world. "I wanna make you cum hard," Gail said. "Can you do that for me?" Gail latched her lips onto the girl's clit and sucked softly. Sally wondered if the guy who wrote the Star Spangled Banner had been jerking off at the time. Because Sally was most definitely seeing the rockets red glare and bombs bursting in air. She was cumming by the bucket onto Gail's hand. "Damn, I didn't know you had that much stuff in you!" Gail chuckled as the last tremor rumbled through the girl's body. She crawled down and kissed Sally's exhausted mouth. 'She's such a sexy little thing,' Gail thought fondly. Todd saw the way the two girls were interacting. Gail was much more tender with Sally than she had ever been with him . . . much more . . . loving? 'I wonder if maybe she's changing sides for good?' he thought. There was no bitterness or malice in his thoughts. He and Gail had been honest for a long time about their chances of staying together. And he had to admit that he like the way she looked, and more than just in an erotic sense. There was a caring there that looked good on her. He smiled. "So, who's up for another round?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows outrageously. Hey, it had worked earlier. Gail turned her head, glared, and tossed a discarded shoe at his head. "Men!" she and Sally said together. ------------ ----------------- Sunday evening . . . ------------ ----------------- Pat was proud of her parents. It was something that she never thought she feel in her lifetime. They had made good on their promise to go out to a Special Olympics event, and they had surpassed her expectations. Her mother had been warm and charming. Her father had quickly thrown himself into organization and training issues. That was his element. But more importantly, he stopped and talked to all those athletes who had known his son and listened to their stories. He was finally seeing Buddy for what he had always been . . . someone worthy of pride and admiration. It had almost been enough to take her mind off of her breakup with Keith. She shifted between anger and guilt and rage and . . . and just about any emotion you can think of. It was in this turmoil of emotion that her mother found her on the back porch of their posh estate. "Penny for your thoughts?" Mary asked, sitting down. "Got change?" Pat looked over her curled knees into the darkness. "Hmm," Mary hummed, moving behind her daughter and smoothing out the girl's lengthening hair. "So this is either about us or about Keith. And seeing as you seemed happy out at the park, I'm going to guess 'Keith.' What's wrong?" In fact, her husband had informed her of everything he had overheard, some of which made her blood boil just a bit. But she was still earning a place in Pat's life, so she decided to let Pat tell her mother what she would. "Keith broke up with me," Pat said, feeling silly for just saying it. "We . . . we knew things weren't perfect between us, but I thought we were going to at least be friends and TRY dating. Now . . . I don't even know if we're friends anymore." She told her mom about her argument she had with Keith, though she barely understood it. "You thought you were going to get it right the first time? I was dating for many, many . . . many years before marrying your father." "But . . . everything was so perfect. Then things weren't perfect but we talked and said we would try. Then he decided he didn't want to try. And I . . . " "You feel like there must be something wrong with you, even though there's no rational reason to think so?" "But there has to be! I'm a basket case! Why would he try so hard and then quit when . . . when he knew I was . . . available." Pat stopped. Should she tell her mother the WHOLE truth? "Available?" "Keith and I . . . had sex." Mary smiled. She wasn't happy at all about the event. She was just happy that her daughter was willing to share something so personal. "I had a feeling. I won't say that I'm thrilled to hear it, but thank you for telling me. You don't think that's all he wanted, do you?" "No! I mean, I'm sure that wasn't it. I think we just . . . we both had so many expectations and everything was so perfect . . ." "It's hard to live up to perfection," Mary said, hugging her daughter. "I must say though . . . I liked him. He was honest, and you could tell he just wanted to take care of you. Then you didn't need him to take care of you and . . . and a big part of your relationship wasn't so big. Patrice . . ." "Mom!" "Sorry. 'Pat' . . . You're a formidable woman. When you're standing on your own two feet, you don't need a knight in shining armor. Maybe that made him feel . . . out of place. But regardless, don't turn away from him as a friend. You may have to be the bigger person and forgive him, but I think you'd regret it if you kicked him out of your life." She kissed the back of Pat's head. "I should know. I almost turned away from someone really important to me, and I can't imagine what that would have cost me." She got up and went towards the house. "Thanks for the talk . . . Mom," Pat said softly. Mary Baker felt warm. She wasn't read for the name "Mom" to be banished from her home, and Pat had brought it back. ----------- ------------------------------ Monday afternoon at school . . . ----------- ------------------------------ Pat walked into the cafeteria. Brazier's crew glared at her, but they looked back at their food when she met there gaze and when Benga showed up to walk in with her. They were the first to arrive of their crew. "So . . . " Benga started. Pat figured everyone knew about what had happened, so she just sighed. "It's okay," she said, leaning against the big Samoan. "I . . . I . . ." Benga sat down across from her. He knew he had to say what he wanted to say before anyone else showed up. Pat was confused. Her big friend was usually amongst the more composed people she knew. "So, you and Keith aren't dating . . . at all?" "Nope," she said. "I think I'm okay with that though." "Good." Benga covered his face. He'd goofed. "Good?" Pat said. Did Benga suddenly not like Keith? Or . . . "I . . . said good because that meant . . . I could ask you to prom." Pat looked stunned. Probably because she WAS stunned. She had been single less than twenty-four hours before . . . "Uhm . . . Prom? Benga . . . why?" "I noticed you along time ago," the Samoan admitted. "As soon as I heard that you were with Keith, I was surprised but jealous. I mean, if you had ever gotten out of whatever bad mood you were in all those years . . . and I kicked myself for not being braver. But getting to know you . . . I actually began to understand myself." Benga blushed. "I'm sorry. This all happened wrong." He started to stand up and leave. Pat grabbed his hand. "Don't," she said firmly but softly. "I . . . I just wasn't expecting this. And I'm not saying no," she said, "but . . . give me some time, okay? My head is still a bit of a mess." Benga breathed a sigh of relief. At least he had the courage to say it that time. "I never would've said anything if you and Keith were even [i]kind of[/i] together. I like Keith but . . ." "It's okay," Pat said. "Keith decided to break it off, so he's just going to have to live with my decisions." About then, she saw Keith wandering over, looking nervous. Benga clammed up and Pat looked her ex-boyfriend over. 'This is going to be easy,' she thought with a smile. 'I just can't hate him.' She moved her tray aside, giving him a place to sit. He smiled at her. He was DAMN cute anyway. Lunch turned out to be easier than anticipated. One by one, the crew wandered in, happy that Keith and Pat were talking amiably. Pat noticed that Gail and Sally seemed to be much cozier than usual. 'I guess the whole bisexual thing is working for her,' Pat thought of her best friend. Art was flamboyant, Sally was shy but cute. Benga was quiet, but Pat was very much aware of him. 'Life goes on,' she thought. She smiled. 'Life goes on despite it all.' After lunch, Keith pulled Pat aside for a moment. Pat noticed that Benga looked resolved. He would fight for her, even if Keith wanted her back. Pat smiled at him and rolled her eyes. He didn't have anything to worry about. "Are we okay then?" "Yeah," Pat responded. "We're okay. I . . . I really tried being angry with you. I still think some of your thinking was dumb. But I don't kid myself. You were real for me. You were real when you stood up for me and you were real at the hospital when I needed something to hold on to. That gets you the kind of points no one else gets." Keith hugged her. "I don't know what I'm looking for. I really wanted it to be you and I can't imagine not being friends with you anymore." "We may never know exactly why it didn't work," Pat said. "But maybe we don't need to. That's what living is I guess. It's something you keep doing regardless of obstacles." She kissed her friend on the cheek. "Benga asked me to go to the prom," she said. "I think I'm going to go with him." Keith fought back a brief pang of jealousy. "He never would have asked if we were together. He respects you too much. But we have a lot in common, so . . . I want to give it a shot." Keith nodded. He didn't think it was going to come this soon . . . seeing his ex with another guy . . . but he shouldn't have been surprised by Benga. They were both warriors with dark pasts but promising futures. "He's a great guy," Keith said earnestly. "You probably don't want my blessing but . . ." "Actually, I would. I don't need it, but I want you to be okay with it." "I will be. Actually, even if you're 'with' Benga . . . why don't we all go together? Rent a limo . . . the whole nine yards?" "I think that would be cool," Pat said. "I'll talk to Dad about ponying up for it. He's still feeling guilty, so I think I can manage him." "Spoken like a true teenager," Keith laughed, shaking his head. "You've changed quite a bit." He looked out the window. "Welcome to the world Pat Baker," he said, waving one arm at the sunny scene outside. "It's been waiting for you." ------------- -------------- Eight months later . . . ------------- -------------- Pat and her friends were gathered at a coffee shop in the early evening near their old high school. They were biding their time before a "mutual appointment" and were getting caught up. Pat was sitting in Benga's lap. The two had been "officially" dating since the prom, and things had gone pretty smoothly. They had even started taking a new martial art together. Pat tried hard to let Benga keep up. Keith had his first semester at UCLA under his belt and had come home for Christmas. He looked happy. He had a girlfriend down in Los Angeles who was by all accounts a sweet girl who liked a man who treated her like a lady. Maybe that's what he'd been looking for all along . . . someone he could actually protect. Gail and Todd had also broken up, which hadn't shocked anyone for obvious reasons. Todd had wound up going to college on the West coast while Gail had stayed in Springfield and roomed with Sally during college. The two girls, while not an item, were thick as thieves. Gail had helped Sally get the confidence to get out there and look for a permanent girlfriend, and the shy young brunette had hit the jackpot in the form of a slightly older girl named Janine. It was the same Janine who had been the salesgirl when Pat had gone lingerie shopping. They had met on an online dating service for lesbians and were still in the googly-doe-eyed phase of their relationship. Gail had looked around but hadn't found anyone that quite met her fancy. She was talking with Art, who was still a veritable man-whore about whether or not size really mattered. Gail wasn't too concerned, since she was leaning towards finding a girlfriend instead of a boyfriend. Her parents needed a shock to their systems anyway. Pat sipped her coffee, enjoying some of her last moments of freedom. In January, she was entering the United States Naval Reserves. Her father had been flabbergasted but eventually consented. It would help pay for her college (not that she needed it with her parents offering to pay for everything), but she wanted to give something to her country. When she and her friends had gone road-tripping to Alaska, she and Gail had actually decided to go on a quick helicopter tour of one of the glacier areas. Everyone else had been terrified of the idea. Gail had been fascinated by the scenery. Pat had enjoyed the scenery, but was mostly fascinated by the helicopter. She had pestered the pilot with questions and, by the end of the flight, she had made up her mind. She wanted to be a chopper pilot. And she wanted to be a little different than her father and uncle, so she had signed on to try and become a Navy helicopter pilot. She would also be taking courses to prepare her for a life after the Reserves. She wanted to go to medical school and become a doctor. She understood the human body, so why not use that knowledge for good rather than breaking things? She and Benga had decided to stay together even though they wouldn't be able to see each other as often. "What time is it?" Keith asked, looking around for a clock. "Six-fifteen," Gail replied. "We've got thirty minutes before we'll need to leave." "You kids are all dressed up real nice," the waitress said as she delivered another round of lattes. "What's the occasion?" "We're going to a wedding," Pat replied, reaching for her wallet. Even though it legally meant nothing, Dr. Martin and Lola were getting married. The two of them were so into each other that it almost boggled the mind. Carolyn had popped the question when they had gone to visit Lola's family that summer. Lola's parents had reservations. Lola had none. Carolyn had helped her pass her GEDs, making Lola a high-school graduate for all intents and purposes. The Hispanic beauty was off of her probation and had managed to get a couple of pieces of poetry into local magazines. It wasn't much, but it was a start. Carolyn had cried when she first saw her girlfriend's work in public print. The two women had insisted on inviting all the people who had showed up to defend them to a small, pre-Christmas ceremony. Even Pat's parents were going to be there. They had bought the couple a nice China set. "Actually, I've got to go," Pat said, standing up. "There's something I wanted to do first." "What?" Keith asked. Benga was just nodding. "We can go with if you want," the big man said. "I don't know. I don't want to drag you out into the cold and all." "What?" Gail said. "I'm going out to the field for a moment," Pat explained. The crowd looked around at each other and then everyone stood up. They knew which field Pat meant. They paid their bills and drove out to the practice field where the local Special Olympics had their local events. Luckily, it was lit. Pat and her friends wandered over and saw that Mr. and Mrs. Baker, as well as Uncle Lyle and Tobias, were already there. They and Pat had been planning this for days. "Are you ready?" her father asked, a faint smile on his lips. He shook Keith's hand, then waved at her other friends, all of whom were a bit confused. "Ready when you are old man," Pat replied. "Uncle Lyle? Mom?" "I'm wearing heels dear," her mother said. "I think I'll watch." "I'm so going to regret this," Lyle said, taking off his jacket despite the cool night air. "What's going on?" Sally asked. Pat was looking at her father. "First annual Buddy Baker Memorial run. Only rules . . ." Her father finished, ". . . you can only run if you have peace in your heart." Keith looked at the ground, and then walked out onto the track. "What'cha waiting for?" Soon, just about everyone except Mrs. Baker, Tobias and Sally were out on the track. Tobias reminded them that he was older than all of them combined (a slight exaggeration) and Sally was particularly sensitive to the cold. She wouldn't be cold long though. Her girlfriend was meeting her at the wedding. Pat stood at the start line and looked at her friends and family. "Buddy Baker loved to do this more than just about anything. That's why we're here. In some ways, all of this is because of him. He had an infectious spirit, and it helped bring us all together in one way or another." She looked down and experienced a moment of shame. "And this is where I almost died. But I had friends," she added, looking at Keith," who wouldn't let me. People who reminded me that I still have things worth living for." This time, she looked at her friends and family, one at a time. "I have no regrets. I miss my brother . . . anyone who knew him would. And this is what he would have wanted. People he cared about doing what he loved just for the sake of doing it." One by one, everyone in the crowd stepped forward and gave a hug. Some were brief. Others, like Benga, Keith and her father . . . those meant something a little bit more. Then she looked over at her mother and nodded. Mary Baker was so proud of her daughter when they met gazes. "Okay," she said loudly. "Everyone ready? Set! . . . Go!" ------------------ --------------------- The End . . .