It isn't easy being a girl genius.

I'm just nineteen years old now and I have a couple doctorates already. I got the one from MIT in physics because I had a great idea for a Grand Unification Theory, so I skipped from 3rd grade straight to college, but I wanted to do other stuff too! I didn't want to just go straight to work for some university, or think-tank, or even the government. I wanted to be a cheerleader! So I turned down a bunch of jobs, although heading my own physics lab at JPL was sort of tempting. They were going to give me a BMW and a driver, since I didn't have my driver's license yet. I turned them down though, persuading my parents that I deserved a sort of normal life. That was how I ended up at Hamilton High, going backwards from college to high school; just another fourteen-year-old freshman in a sea of them!

Of course, I still had to get good grades and do my homework and stuff, but how hard could freshman algebra be to someone who had done her master's on gravitational lensing? My thesis had been published in the American Journal of Physics and I had another one, my doctoral dissertation on Tidal Disruptions and Relativistic Precession: Examinations of Net Emission Recoil of Linear Momentum in a Radiation Waveform, that was being quietly looked at in Stockholm. I thought it would be nice to have a Nobel Prize on my bookshelf, but making the Junior Varsity Pep Squad would give me so much more status at school!

Anyway, my name is Bambi, in case you don't know already. And yeah, I know Bambi was a boy deer...so what? I'm definitely not a boy or a deer, so nobody confuses me with cartoons. Not since I hit puberty, anyway. It seemed like I grew up overnight, and that was a good thing! Believe me. You have no idea what it's like being at college with no boobs at all, no hair either, except what's on your head, and not even a period yet! Well...that's nothing to really complain about. I think I was happier without menstruating. But you know what I mean! So I was happy when the summer before I started high school I blossomed into full womanhood...sorta.

I was still just 5'2" tall and weighed maybe 90lbs soaking wet, but my breasts had grown into real boobs and my butt stuck out a little more, nice and round and tight. I got just a little wispy brown pubic hair too. I always had a pretty face. Too pretty, I thought, since people think beautiful blonde girls are all airheads! I kept my hair sort of long, just down past my shoulders in a little French curl. It was nice. And my eyes were big and blue and bright, and my lips small and pouting, even when I wasn't trying to! If I smiled at a guy he usually bumped into something, so I had to be kind of careful, you know? I didn't want to hurt anybody!

I have a lot of things I could tell you, I suppose. Lots of weird stories, like any other girl genius probably has. Here's one though that you probably haven't heard before. It's about the school Science Fair and how I won that.

I'd been a little worried, honestly, when I heard about the Science Fair. Lots of people wanted to be my partner, in fact almost everyone did, because the first place prize was a $500 savings bond and some coupons for free stuff, like movies at the Cineplex, and ice cream at the Baskin-Robbins, really cool stuff. It was kind of hard picking who I wanted to be partners with though, since I had a lot of friends and I didn't want to disappoint anyone. But finally, I settled on a guy that I had a real crush on. He was older than me, a senior! And captain of the football team and so handsome! All the girls loved him! He wanted to be my partner mostly so he could get an 'A' in his science class, since that was one of the prizes too. But it had to be a project that had to do with his class, and that was biology.

Dave, that was his name, drove me home after school. I'd made up my mind that day about being his partner and he seemed pretty happy about that. I was too because I had him all to myself! Me! Just a fourteen year old freshman sitting in a senior's car! Sitting pretty close too!

In the house we sat down and watched some MTV and drank some Cokes. "So, what should we do for our project?" I asked him.

"I dunno," he shrugged. "It's gotta be something about biology though." He made a face and I giggled and he moved a little closer. "We could, uh, do something about...love," he whispered with a smile and I felt my heart sorta flutter. He'd started rubbing my leg a bit and I blushed a little because no guy had ever touched me before. Not really, I mean.

"Love?" I looked at him. "Uh, you mean like conducting pheromone experiments with...mmm...mice?"

"Huh?" Dave looked at me and laughed. "Fair what?"

"Pheromones, uh...it's like sex perfume." I really did blush when I said that.

"Oh!" Dave grinned and slid his hand up to my thigh and I felt hot all over. "Sex perfume," he nodded like he understood what I was talking about. "Is that what you're wearing?"

"I..." I didn't know! I could have been radiating that stuff in waves, because I was definitely feeling...sexy...you know?

"Shhh..." Dave shushed me and leaned closer, kissing me all of a sudden and I didn't know how to do it, really, but he did! His tongue felt soft and wet as he licked my lips, and even went between them! Just a little.

"I'm home!" my mom announced, coming in through the kitchen! Dave sat back and took a drink of his Coke, and I opened up my notebook and picked up my pen just as Mom walked into the living room. "Hi, Bambi." She smiled and looked at Dave.

"Uh, Hi...Mom." I felt really nervous, like she knew he'd kissed me! "This is...um, David. He's my partner for the Science Fair."

"Oh, that's nice," she nodded agreeably.

"Hello, Mrs. Pavageau. Um, it's nice to meet you." Dave stood up and sort of looked my mom up and down, licking his lips. "Really nice!" He smiled too.

My mom's pretty good looking. In fact, she looks just like me, except she's older of course. But lots of people think she's my older sister and there's no way she looked 32, believe me! I didn't mind though, because I figured if I had her genes I'd look good too when I was really old like her!

"It's nice to meet you too, David." My mom held his hand for a long minute while I sat there, waiting for her to leave us alone! "Are you in high school?" Mom giggled like she couldn't believe that. "You're so...big!" She was squeezing Dave's shoulder gently, but her eyes were looking down at his crotch!

"I'm a senior, Mrs. Pavageau," Dave nodded. "I like to...sweat."

"Sweat?" she giggled, just like I do when I'm a little embarassed.

"Dave's a football player, Mom." I rolled my eyes.

"Ohhh..." she nodded.

"Do you like football, Mrs. Pavageau?" Dave asked her softly.

"Just call me Chrissie."

"Okay...Chrissie," Dave breathed. "You didn't answer my question."

"I like all kinds of contact sports." She touched Dave's hard flat stomach, feeling the abs under his t-shirt. "Especially the sweaty kind!"

"Mom!" I looked at her and she took a deep breath.

"Yes, dear." She smiled and looked down at me. "I'm sure you two have a lot to do. I'll, uh...leave you to it. Are you staying for dinner, David?"

"Oh, um...I don't know." He looked at me.

"Do you wanna have dinner with us?" I asked him and he nodded, smiling quite a lot as he turned to face my mom.

"Good!" Mom started to leave finally. "I'll set a place right next to mine!" She giggled again and walked out of the room. Dave didn't sit back down until she was gone.

"Wow!" Dave grinned at me. "That's your mom?" Like he couldn't believe it!

"Yeah," I sighed. "She's so embarrassing sometimes!"

"Oh no! She's hot!"

"What?" I stared at him.

"She's uh, great. Really cool," he shrugged. "I like her. She acts, uh, more like your sister."

"Yeah," I frowned.

Don't worry. I knew what was going on. Some people think just because my IQ tops 200 I have like no common sense or something. I'm all innocent and oblivious to the world around me. Yeah right! I wish! My mom was putting the make on my boyfriend! And he was going for it too! I knew he'd end up fucking her. Just like she had with my Computer Science Professor at MIT. He'd been cute too. He'd liked me a lot, even though I was only 11 at the time. He said that didn't matter, my body, I mean, because he was in love with my brain. But after he met my mom? He decided he liked bodies too. They fucked like rabbits and the guy even had the nerve to try and get us into a three-way! Can you believe that?

I would have done it, maybe, just because I thought I'd loved him. He was my first crush. But my mom said no, I wasn't old enough yet. She said I had to wait until I got my period before I could have sex. Sometimes I think she was protecting me, because she really does love me. But other times I think she was just keeping my would-be boyfriend all to herself!

My Daddy wasn't much help either. He works hard. He's a mechanic down at the Wally Pump on the interstate and he's always greasy and tired and dirty when he comes home. He isn't very smart. I have to read the sub-titles to him when we watch Dragonball-Z on TV. He really likes Japanese cartoons. I don't know why, but he's my Daddy, so I don't care. He laughs a lot and hugs me, but my mom treats him like dirt. Oh, not to his face, when he's home she treats him like a king! But when he's gone, like that day when she met Dave? She couldn't even tell you what my Daddy's name was, I bet. She forgot all about him and just wanted my boyfriend's dick!

I almost told him about her a couple times, but he's so happy...How could I break his heart? So I kept the secret and decided that when I did get my own physics lab, I was going to do something about my mother's bad habits. I was thinking about using mesons, decelerating them to a fraction of the speed of light in an electro-magnetic well, and then just as they penetrated her cerebral cortex, phasing the particles with a Trevlar field, exciting the mesons to trans-light velocity and effectively creating a wormhole in her brain. I wasn't exactly sure what the effects would be though, I was still trying to keep the Trevlar field from expanding to 10(8) the size of the universe in a nanosecond, effectively introducing every living thing in existence to God. It was a tough little problem. Maybe if I used bosons...

Anyway...See, one of the pitfalls of being a girl genius is that your mind tends to wander! My more immediate problem though was finding a way to keep Dave for myself! Bad enough every girl in school wanted him, now my own mother was going to steal him away from me! Well, we'd just have to see about that!

Daddy was home for dinner though, so at least Mom behaved herself, although she did drop her fork a few times and had to bend down, under the table to find it. Dave made little happy growling noises when that happened and I just picked at my food. After dinner, my Daddy was sitting outside on the porch, smoking and drinking a beer when it was time for Dave to go. He'd given me a little kiss, not like the one before, but it still made my heart bounce a little and my panties felt sticky. I closed the door and stood there, leaning against it, just catching my breath really. But I could hear my Daddy talking to Dave.

"David," my Daddy said. "If you're gonna be coming around here, you best know I love my little girl."

"Uh, yes sir. She's...She's a peach. I like Bambi a lot."

"You tapped her yet?" My Daddy wasn't a learned man, like I said, but he knew how to make a point.

"Sir?" Dave sounded nervous. "Ahhh...No. No, sir. I don't, um, I wasn't trying to..."

"Shut-up!" My daddy's really big too. Dave was big, for a high school guy. But my Daddy is big even for a mechanic guy. He lifted a Chevy Nova once because he dropped a wrench under it. It didn't have the engine in it, of course, that would have been real heavy! But imagine lifting the front end of a Chevy with one hand and reaching down to find your wrench with the other. That's why he came in second at the world's strongest man competition last year. Maybe you saw it on ESPN? Anyway, when he tells somebody to shut-up, the Earth stops turning for a second on its axis. You can feel it sometimes, if you concentrate.

"Yes sir!" Dave wasn't too bright either.

"You mocking me?" Daddy stared at him. "You try and tap my baby and I'm gonna roll you up into an itsy-bitsy little ball and kick you so hard you'll be speakin' goddamn Chinese when you come down! You understand me, boy?"

"Yes sir!"

"You wanna tap some tang, you do Chrissie in there. She ain't gonna mind and I ain't gonna care."

"You mean your...uh...wife?"

"Why? You seen another Chrissie round here, stupid?"

"Oh, er, n-no sir!"

"But you do my little girl and I'll drop a Ford small block on your head so fast it'll feel like it happened yesterday! Now get outta here, before I shove that pussy Honda up your punk ass!"

Dave was running then. I peeked through the window and watched him get into his little red CRX and drive away, very fast! I hoped he wouldn't get a ticket.

I couldn't believe Daddy knew that Mom was a total slut! And most especially that he didn't even care! I almost went outside to talk to him about it, but I didn't. I wasn't sure what I'd say, really. It was enough to know how much he cared about me though, even if it did mean it was going to be hard to have some sex! Daddy sounded pretty serious about hurting Dave if he tried to make love to me. I wondered what Dave would say when I saw him again...

"Oh, uh...Hi, Bambi. Um...I was thinking maybe...I mean, you deserve someone else for your Science Fair project and, um, I was thinking about moving to Bolivia or something..."

"Oh!" I made a face and giggled. "I heard my daddy last night! Don't worry about him, he's a big sweetie!"

"Uh, yeah...he's...big..." Dave didn't look too certain about the sweetie part!

"So we'll go to my house after school, okay?" I smiled at him and stood on my tip-toes to kiss him, even though there's no kissing in the halls. It would be so good for my social standing when everybody heard we'd been making out!

"No, uh...Bambi...I can't..."

"What?" He couldn't be serious! I tried a different tactic. "My mom was hoping you'd help her, ummm...move her bed around, you know, upstairs..." I lied, knowing it was sort of the truth.

"Your mom? Her, uh...bed?" He looked a little less reluctant.

"Yeah. I told her you could...anyway...the pool guy was supposed to come today, so she'll probably be busy sunbathing. She likes to tan all over." I made a face. "I don't know, so if you don't want to move the bed, she'll probably forget all about it!"

"Sunbathing? Uh...what do you mean...all over?"

"Oh! You know, she hates tan lines. But honestly, with all that cocoa butter she puts on her butt, I'm amazed any sun gets through to her at all!" I laughed.

"Okay, sure, yeah, cocoa butter," Dave smiled and nodded. "I'll meet you out front after last bell."

It wasn't a real victory for me, I knew. He was only coming over to see my mom and that made me a little jealous, a little angry. I spent the rest of the day thinking about what to do. I was pretty sure I loved Dave. I mean, he was going to graduate high school next year and go to some college on a football scholarship. I could quit high school whenever I wanted. I mean, whatever college he went to would probably offer me tenure at least. Maybe even the chair of their science department, if they were really smart. Unless he went to Cornell, or MIT, then I'd have to settle for my own lab. But that would still be okay, I thought. We could get married, have children, build a nice house close to the campus and he could put his trophies on one wall and I could put my prizes on another wall, and we'd be happy!

I just needed a really good way to make sure my mom, or anyone else for that matter, couldn't steal him away! So, like the girl genius I am, I turned to science for the answer!

My mom wasn't there when Dave took me home. I had to apologize and make up some story about how she was probably out buying some new lingerie. I told him she had more sexy underwear than any woman I had ever even heard of, but he didn't really believe me until I showed him my mom's walk in closet. She had a lot of sexy underwear! And not just silk panties and stuff, she had leather and PVC and I don't know what all! But at least Dave wasn't going anywhere for awhile!

"I've been thinking about our project," I told Dave when we were finally able to sit down in the den, but mostly I'd just been thinking about him.

"Okay, um...the fair moon thing?" he asked.

"Oh no! Not pheromones," I smiled. "Something way, way better!"

"What?"

"Fundamental cybernetics!" I smiled at him.

"Huh?" Dave gave me a look like I was talking Greek, and I would have been, except he probably wouldn't have understood very much of it.

"Well, not really cybernetics. More like...um...Biochemical Dynamics. You know, synthesized responses within viable organic tissue. I haven't really worked it all out yet, what I want to call it, I mean, cause I just now thought of it."

"Uh, okay...so what does it mean?"

"Well, we use an organism and modify it. We would introduce certain synthesized elements, really simple ones of course!" I laughed. "It's only high school, you know."

"What's synthesized mean?"

"Uhhh...like robots? Sorta?" I offered wondering if I should buy Dave a dictionary for Christmas.

"Robots? You want to make a robot?" He looked almost excited at that idea. Stupid boys. Anybody can build a robot! Where's the challenge? Originality is the hallmark of genius!

"No! No, not at all...Like, uh...say we took a mouse and made a way to control his legs, so we could make him run whenever we wanted to. It's just muscle control. Electrical impulses going through nerves that make the muscles move. We figure out which muscles we want to manipulate, how to make them perform certain, simple and synchronized actions, and then use...oh...like a remote control. Press a button and the mouse runs, press another and he stops."

"Oh." Dave thought about it. "So like the Six Million Dollar Man guy on TNT?"

"Who?" I shook my head. "I don't know that guy. But listen, anyone can do a mouse and for a lot less than six million dollars! I was thinking for our project we should really do something amazing, you know? Something that will guarantee us first place!"

"Yeah!" Dave was all nods. "That's good thinking! If I don't ace biology, I'll end up playing for Mississippi State or something!" Dave shuddered.

"Good!" I smiled and hugged him, but Dave drew back, nervously looking towards the front door.

"So what, um...What's your idea then, Bambi?"

"Well, I thought we could use a person. A real live human being..."

"A person?" Dave frowned. "Is that...legal?"

"Legal?" I laughed. "We're just doing a Science Fair project, Dave. We're not killing anyone! It's science!" I shook my head. "What if someone had asked Enrico Fermi if it was legal to build an unshielded nuclear reactor under the bleachers at the University of Chicago!" I rolled my eyes. "We never would have had the nuclear bomb! We'd all be speaking Japanese or something!"

"Chinese..." muttered Dave and he looked around as if he'd heard a noise.

"Huh?"

"I...I should probably get going, Bambi...before, uh...before your Dad comes home and, um..." He started to get up!

"Oh no! Just wait, Dave. Daddy won't be home for hours! Now listen..." I pulled him back down and sat on his lap, which he didn't expect at all! But I wasn't gonna let im get away that easily!

I told Dave my idea in detail, well, as much detail as I had at that time. I hadn't quite researched everything, of course, since it had just then occurred to me. But I thought it seemed really very simple and interesting too. Elegant even. From a biological standpoint it would be sorta challenging, at least for normal people like Dave. And from a psychological point of view, it really was pretty exciting. I seriously thought I could probably get some attention with this project, since my other Doctorate is in Clinical Psychiatry. I only got that one because I'd been bored though, I'd never really intended to use it for anything but getting a raise on my allowance.

While I was Board Certified in three states, and I'd done my residency with the Mayo Clinic, I couldn't get a private license to practise until I turned eighteen because insurance wouldn't cover a minor for malpractice unless I was on staff! How dumb is that? So I just consulted with the University Medical Center, you know, because I did kinda like helping people.

Dave had turned white as a sheet, shaking like a leaf by the time I'd finished explaining my great idea.

"I think I'm gonna throw up!" he said and then he ran to the bathroom and did just that. He left shortly afterwards, walking slowly to his car and looking back with wide brown eyes every few steps, just to make sure I wasn't following him, I think.

Dave, I realized, wasn't too keen on my idea and I wasn't sure what to do about it. I supposed that if I had more time to work on him, to discuss it with him in detail, Dave would have come around. He'd have understood that there was so much to gain with my plan. Not just first place in the Science Fair, probably three or four Science Fairs, since we'd obviously go to the Nationals with it; not just for the sake of science either, even though I could see some research grants being offered, maybe even an award or two. Dinner at the White House comes with the Science Medal from the National Academy of Sciences, and I had one already for the work on I did on SDI in kindergarten, but it would be nice to introduce Dave to the President. No, the real gain would be for us personally! He had to understand that this would make me so much happier! So much more confident in our relationship! I was certain he loved me, he just didn't know it yet! If we did what I wanted to do, he'd come around.

But without the time to convince Dave...I sighed. I needed to talk to my Daddy.

"Daddy..."

"Hmmm?" We were sitting on the front porch, watching the sun go down.

"You know that Science Fair at school?" I asked and he nodded. "Do you think you could help me with it?"

Daddy laughed. "You want me to help you with a science project? What are you building a space shuttle or something?"

"No, Daddy!" I giggled. "It's just for high school!"

"Yeah, that'd probably be too much, huh?" He grinned at me.

"Definitely! But I did have an idea the other day. You know if we ionized the outer hull of the shuttle, or anything going through the upper atmosphere, and created a LFM-EMF, it would significantly reduce..."

"Hold on!" Daddy hugged me. "You're talkin' alphabet soup now, Bambi, and I don't even know what ionized means!"

"Oh, well...it, um, means we give the atoms a positive electrical charge, maybe something like 3.6(-10) electron volts, I think. It wouldn't have to be very much at all and..."

My daddy just shook his head. "You were sayin something about my help, Princess?"

"Oh! yeah, um...I was thinking that Dave and I could do an experiment involving Biochemical-dynamics. Stimulating a physical response in the musculature through artificial stimuli of the attendant nerve cells would be the immediate goal, and in the long term we'd document the effects of the procedure, both physically and more important mentally on the subject over a period of...hmmm...several years probably."

"Can you say that in Americanese, Princess?"

"Uh, well...I want to cut off Dave's penis, Daddy." I sort of looked down, not knowing how my Daddy would react.

"Goddamn, Bambi!" He laughed so hard he almost spilled his beer! "Shit, girl! That's the first thing you said to me since you was three years old that makes any damn sense!"

"Really?" I looked up smiling happily.

"Hell yeah!" he nodded. "I'd like to see that myself!"

"I knew you'd understand!" I gave Daddy a big hug.

"Well, now hold on...Uh, I know why I wouldn't mind it, but why do you wanna do it?"

"Well, um...Firstly, I love him Daddy!" He made a face and I swallowed nervously and hurried on. "I really do and I think he'd love me too, if he wasn't so distracted all the time. I've seen other girls, Daddy, and women too! Like mo...other women and all they want is his penis, I think. So if he didn't have one of those, well...nobody else would be trying to steal him away!"

I'll admit my logic might have been a little flawed, but I was in love and it confused me, quite frankly.

"Okay, uh...So you figure if you cut off his manhood, he's gonna just fall right into your lovin arms," Daddy nodded and thought about it for a minute. "You know, Bambi," he sighed, "a fella could go right off the deep end losin his dipstick like that. Why, I knew a fella, a driver for NASCAR named Lenny, got his prick stuck in a four barrel carb once. Don't ask me how," Daddy held up his hands, "but it happened and the crew chief, a fella named Dale, had to cut that bad boy off with his teeth! Lenny never talked to Dale again, never said a word the rest of his natural days, and they was cousins, Bambi. So I'm just sayin, this boyfriend of yours might not be so understanding!"

"I know," I nodded and told him how Dave had reacted that afternoon, getting all white and shaking like he'd seen the end of the world. Not to mention throwing up.

"That's more than the end of the world!" Daddy laughed. "That's a ticket to hell in a wheelbarrow! Now why else you wanna do this anyway? What's cuttin' a boy's dick off have to do with science?"

"Oh, everything Daddy!" I got excited again and explained it all real slowly. Twice as a matter of fact, until Daddy was nodding.

"And you figure that'll get you one of those Noble things?"

"Nobel, Daddy...No-bell...and no, not one of those. But it might get me a nice paperweight from the National Science Foundation and a couple million dollars in grant money."

"Yeah?" He smiled at me. "We could redo the basement with that much money." He rubbed his chin.

I nodded. "Build a nice little particle accelerator under the neighborhood too."

"Okay, so I reckon we just need to persuade the lad, huh?" Daddy hugged me tight. "I'll talk to him."

"Thanks, Daddy!" I hugged him back. He really is the best Daddy in the world!

I tried for three days to get Dave back over to my house, but he wouldn't even talk to me! He just turned and ran whenever he saw me! It was embarrassing! Daddy had the thought that it might be easier to persuade him if Dave got caught with his pants down, so to speak, and we both knew there was only one person in the whole world who could arrange something like that!

"Mom?"

She was sunbathing when I came home from school, laying out by the pool and not wearing anything but her sunglasses and a lot of cocoa butter. I sat down next to her, ignoring her glistening boobs with their big brown nipples standing straight up. And the way she parted her long, smooth legs just enough so I could see her dark, oily labia peeking out just a little through the thin gauze of her blonde pubic hair. I sort of looked at her tummy, which was washboard flat and showed no indication at all that I'd ever been in there. She looked like she was still nineteen, at the most, and I hoped I'd look like that when I was her age.

"Get undressed, honey. Catch a little sun," she told me sleepily.

"Okay." I thought maybe if we were both relaxing it would be easier to talk to her.

I stripped out of my clothes, folding them up and putting them on the picnic table. Then I laid down next to her, feeling just a little self-conscious because I looked pretty pale compared to her. And my breasts were nice and big enough for the rest of me, but not like hers. My nipples looked like pink bubblegum and I wished they were darker. My pussy too was just barely covered with hair, not much at all, and my lips were thin and tucked in tight. Even my clit was hiding, just barely a little nub to prove it existed at all.

"You should put some lotion on, Bambi." My mom sat up and reached for the bottle. "You're going to get burned if you're not careful!" she warned me, pouring warm tanning oil all over my breasts and then rubbing them slowly, moving so she could straddle my narrow waist and really rub my boobs good. "We need to work it into the skin, dear." She rubbed some around my nipples gently, making them hard and itchy.

"Mom, I was wondering...um...do you like Dave?" I asked, stifling a little sigh because Mom was really squeezing my tits by then, pushing them together, and I could feel her sex all wet and warm sliding over my belly button as she moved.

"David? Your boyfriend?" she asked with a smile.

"Yeah, him...He's, uh, well...not really my boyfriend yet. I've been trying to get him to come back over, but..."

"Don't tell me he's shy!" Mom laughed. "He didn't strike me as the shy type!"

Mom was rubbing my breasts harder now, really working her fingers deep into the firm fatty mounds and I tried not to think about it too much. "No...No, Mom...he's not shy...it's just..."

"Just that you haven't given him what he wants, probably!" Mom shook her pretty head and pinched my nipples painfully, making me yelp. "A young man like that has needs, Bambi."

"Yeah, uhhhhh....Mom...Okay..." She'd gone back to rubbing my boobs, pressing them together and watching the oil squish out between them.

She slid down a little, straddling my thighs and tracing her fingers down my smooth tummy, pouring more oil and massaging it into my skin. "You're such a pretty girl, Bambi," Mom sighed. "I hate to think of all the fun you're missing with your nose stuck in some boring book when you could have someone like Dave with his big prick stuck in you!"

"Mom!" I protested. "Don't be so crude!"

"Crude?" Mom laughed. "That's not crude, it's the truth, believe me. You're a grown woman now...almost...and it's about time you started acting like it. All this science stuff never made a baby."

"A baby! What?" Where had that come from? "Mom, I'm fourteen! I just want to do my Science Fair project."

"Shhhh..." Mom shushed me, shifting a little so she could ride my left thigh. She brought her hands down between my legs. "Open up, dear. You don't want to get burned down here! Believe me!" She giggled and poured a great gob of slippery oil over my puffy vulva. I gave a little moan and wriggled my butt when I felt Mom's hands rubbing over my sex, all around my little hole and then slipping a finger inside.

"Have you been doing your exercises?" Mom asked me with a frown. "I guess not," she answered herself. "You're so tight, Bambi! I swear, when Dave pushes his big dick in there, it's going to hurt him! You have to prepare yourself, remember?" She started working her long middle finger along my tight crease, slipping inside just enough to feel my hymen. "You'll be so happy when that's gone!" she said with a smile. "The happiest little girl in the world, Bambi."

"Oh...uhhh uhuh...Mom..." I was having a hard time breathing and Mom slid her finger down to my tight little butt hole, massaging me down there and then worked a finger inside my rectum, adding more tanning oil and then a second finger as I practised relaxing and breathing, imagining Dave's big dick inside my little pussy..

"In and out, baby...one-two-three...Remember how I showed you? Feel those pussy muscles? Squeeze my fingers...Harder, Bambi..."

She worked her two fingers back and forth in my clenching rectum and theoretically, according to her, that would help me learn how to control my vagina. Sometimes I thought Mom just liked to play with my butt. I giggled when she pushed a third finger inside, making me arch my back and grunt a little. She started rubbing my clitoris with her thumb, real softly and then harder, rocking herself on my thigh as she did it.

"There we go...That's my little girl...Don't be shy, baby...Come out and play with Mommy now..." she breathed, stroking my clit and fingering my quivering butt, making my pussy thrum with a confusing emptiness as it searched for something long, thick, and hard to wrap itself around and...squeeze!

"Oh! Ohhhh...Mom...please! I...Oh! ...Mommmmmmmmmy!!!"

I saw stars after that. Bright red and yellow and pink stars just exploding all around me! When I started waking up, even though I hadn't been sleeping, I was all out of breath and I felt like I'd just met Sir Isaac Newton!

"See? Now you have to do that every night, Bambi!" She leaned down and gave my clit a little motherly kiss.

"Oh! Oh...Ohhhkay...Mom." I was huffing and puffing and took a few minutes to recover while Mom waited patiently.

"Now, dear…" Mom smiled and lay back down in her lounger, spreading her legs wide. "Why don't you practice on me now, okay?"

"But what am I going to do about Dave?" I asked as I poured some oil on my mom's sex, watching it run all over her slit and down to pool between her tanned butt cheeks.

"Shhh…Don't you worry, Bambi…I'll call the boy tonight and believe me, tomorrow after school, he'll be begging you to bring him home!" Mom smiled and kissed my nose. "Now be a good girl and do me…er…do your exercises, I mean."

Well, at least Mom was as good as her word because the next day at school, even before the first bell rang, Dave was running up to me!

"Bambi! Hey! Bambi…" He smiled. "Hi, uh…hey…I was um, er…I'm sorry I was acting like a jerk. I just, uh…you know, a guy thing…"

I nodded and looked around like I was bored. He owed me.

"Right…uh, so anyway, Bambi, I was wondering, um…well, if we could work on our project…" He was almost begging, but not quite.

"Oh…" I sighed. "I don't know. You didn't seem to like my idea so…Well, I was talking to Richard, that really cute junior? You know him…He's second board in the Chess Club? Anyway, he sounded pretty interested and…"

"What?" Dave shook his head in disbelief. "That geek? Oh Bambi, come on! He's…he's…he's in the Chess Club!"

"Well, so?" I stood back and folded my arms across my chest. "My FIDE rating is 2414 and I just need one more norm for my International Grandmaster title." I stuck out my tongue. "I beat the Polgar sisters in Prague last summer…All three of them. Judith cried! And Garry sent me flowers. Fourteen roses for my birthday!"

"Yeah, but…You're a girl!" He laughed and changed the subject since he had no idea who or what I was talking about. "Please? Oh please, Bambi? Just…just take me home, okay? I'll uh…We'll talk about the project okay? Maybe think of something, er…better! Uh less…you know…more better!"

"More better?" I shook my head. "I don't know…"

"Look, I'm sorry!" He dropped to his knees. "Okay? I'm sorry, please? One more chance! Just one, okay, Bambi?"

Wow! My mom was good!

I let David drive me home and everything went according to plan. My mom's plan! She was standing there as soon as I opened the door, dressed in a red leather corset, black thigh high stockings, and gleaming leather boots up to her knees. She smacked her left palm with a riding crop and smiled when she saw David.

"M-M-Mrs. Pavageau?" my boyfriend stuttered and I had to close my eyes. I knew this was the price I had to pay to keep him the rest of my life, but I didn't like it very much.

"Call me Chrissie..." Mom grinned and tapped her thigh with the crop. "Mistress Chrissie!"

"I, uh..." Dave had forgotten all about me.

"Shhh...Quiet now, David. We have work to do!" She started leaving the room, heading towards her bedroom. "Come along, slave!" she giggled. "Bambi? Do you want to...come? Along, I mean..."

I did and I didn't... "No, Mom, it's okay. I'll just do my homework."

"Good girl!" Mom said, but she was already out of sight with my boyfriend crawling behind her like a lost puppy.

I sighed and did my algebra assignment, answering the extra credit problems in about fourteen seconds. They were ridiculously easy and I was so bored that I wrote an extra credit problem of my own for the teacher, knowing that it would take him and his whole family a couple years to solve it. It had taken me three weeks to write it for an experiment I'd done when I was eight, and it had taken 54 hours of computing time on MIT's supercomputer to solve it! At three grand an hour, I might add, but the expenses were covered by my scholarship anyway. There'd been a lot of competition to get me enrolled and MIT had made a couple offers I couldn't refuse. One of them was Box Seats at Fenway Park for my Daddy. Otherwise I would have gone to Princeton maybe. But I was glad I could do something for my Daddy, because he was about to do something for me!

I had to listen to Dave and my mother for almost two hours.

There was the sound of spankings, and some moaning and groaning. Some screams, but not the bad kind. A lot of bouncing and shaking, and you know...other stuff. Basically my mommy was fucking the daylights out of my boyfriend and he was loving it. I shouldn't have been too mad, I guess. I'd arranged for it to happen. My mom had no idea what was going on, she thought she was just keeping my boyfriend interested in me, by some strange twist of slut logic. Mom was just...being Mom. And David, well...he was just eighteen-years-old. His life was ruled by his penis, you know, so he couldn't really be blamed for what he was doing.

If it was anyone's fault, it was mine. I mean, I peeked, okay...I admit it. I snuck a look and saw my boyfriend fucking my mom in the butt, and kissing her and getting spanked while Mommy gave him a tequila enema. I saw all that! How she sucked his penis like five times and swallowed and everything! And how David squeezed her boobs and sucked them and bit them, and pretty much sold his soul to them. Sure, I watched. I even, uh...practiced my exercises, you know?

But I didn't like it!

"Hi, Bambi!" Daddy came home and ran up to him, launching myself so I could hug him really tight. I guess he could tell I'd been crying and he carried me into the kitchen so he could put his lunch bucket next to the sink. "What is it? What's the matter, angel?"

"Oh Daddy! It's Mom and...and...David!" I sobbed. "They're upstairs and um...they're doing it!"

"Huh?" He put on his unhappy face and put me down. "Oh, well...I guess this is it then. Time for that little man to man. You, uh...ready to do whatever it is you're gonna be doing?"

I nodded, wiping my face. "Yeah, Daddy. I'll do it downstairs on the operating table. Everything's ready."

"We got an operating table?" he blinked at me.

"It was on sale," I shrugged. "Everyone should have one, Daddy."

"Okay. You say so." He smiled and gave me a kiss, wiping the corner of my eyes with his big thumbs. "Don't you worry, Bambi. That boy won't ever treat you like this again! I promise!" He grinned at me. "And you're gonna win that Science Fair too! I can tell!"

"Thanks, Daddy!" I nodded and even smiled a little because he always knows how to cheer me up.

"You just wait in your little lab, Princess. We'll be down directly!" And his voice left little doubt of that!

My parents call it the lab, but it isn't, not really. It's just some old equipment I managed to scrounge from MIT mostly, some stuff off Ebay, and when they shut down one of the reactors up in Maine, well...We didn't pay for our electricity any more, put it that way. Nor did any of our friends. It was only 5.2 megawatts, but it was enough for a decent lasing cavity, so I'd built one and I'd already measured the mean distance to Mars at perihelion with it, just to calibrate it...Ames was off by almost 0.008 centimeters with their Earth-based measurement! I think they had thermal blooming problems. Anyway, I had everything I'd need for our Science Fair project and I checked my operating table twice. It was ready to go and all I needed was my patient!

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