Girl Fag 43

 

"Please God…" I breathed a prayer and took the first Plan B pill and really hoping it would save me. If I needed to be saved, I reminded myself. I didn't actually know I was pregnant. I followed it with some root beer and didn't feel any different, but maybe a little relieved possibly. Eighty-nine percent chance of working. That was pretty good, I figured.

Steve and Lisa were still in the shower and I figured they would be for awhile yet if I knew the two of them. The water was all heated by geysers or something, I dunno, that geothermal stuff, and so it never got cold. Steve and Lisa could be in there all night probably. I took off my pleated skirt and stretchy top and then I just…stretched! Wearing girl clothes was a lot of work and I was pretty glad to be out of them. I grabbed my Tony the Tiger boxers and a boy's muscle-T that was so stretched out you could see my tits through the arm holes, but that was okay. I wanted to be a guy again.

"Boys don't get pregnant," I told myself with a smile as I dug my dildo out of my backpack. I dropped my boxers just long enough to put it on. 

I had a cock again! A nice, big, firm realistic cock and it was poking through the unbuttoned fly of my underwear so I could stroke it. I even played with my molded rubber balls, just cause I thought they were kinda cool. I wished I had real ones, full of sperm and aching to spill their load into someone's sucking mouth or tight little ass, or even a girl's hot pussy. I'd been doing a lot of fucking as a girl since losing my cherry Friday night and it was pretty great, I loved it, but fucking like a boy was awesome too. I'd just forgotten about it for awhile.

My mood was changing quickly, or maybe it was my whole personality, I wasn't sure, and I hoped I wasn't schizo or something. That would suck, especially if I ended up talking to myself and giggling at my imaginary friends. I knew I was okay though, just a little weird, that's all. I was part girl and part boy and I could switch back and forth whenever I wanted. Maybe. I won't pretend that I totally understood everything that was going on inside my head, but that simple explanation seemed to work. Why make things more complicated than they already are?

"Hi!" Stacy said like she'd been expecting me to call and I hadn't even said hello yet. I figured I'd get Monica's answering machine again, so I was kinda surprised.

"Hi!" I giggled. "It's Ann, uh…Remember me?"

"Well…yeeeeahh!" she laughed. "Wassup? Where you at? I'll come get you! We're gonna hit some clubs!"

"I'm in Klamath Falls."

"Fucks that?"

"Um, in Oregon someplace." I laughed cause she sounded pretty stoned.

"That's too far!" she said, like she was arguing with me. "I can't pick you up there!"

"Yeah, I know."

"Monica's in the bathroom. What're you doing?"

"Nothing," I shrugged into the phone. "I was wondering if you had Amy's phone number though."

"Amy?" Stacy giggled. "You fucked him, huh?"

"Yeah, I guess I did." I giggled too.

"Was he good? I bet he was, huh? Did he suck your dick and everything?"

"Yeah, sorta," I agreed. "It was kinda weird."

"Why?"

"Uhhh…Cause he's a guy?" I laughed. "I didn't know it at first."

"Oh! Yeah! That's a trip, huh? Amy's totally fuckin' doable when he's dressed!"

"Yeah."

"He got his ass kicked by this dyke named Molly once," Stacy said, the words sorta gushing out. "They were making out for like an hour and then she went for his cunt and found his dick!"

"What happened?"

"She kicked ass!" Stacy laughed. "We all felt kinda bad for him, you know? But hey! You fuck with dykes, man…You gotta be ready to take an ass kicking once in awhile, right?"

"I guess so." I had no idea what she was talking about.

"Especially if you're a fag! You didn't kick his ass, did you?"

"Me? No!" I assured the girl. "We had a pretty good time."

"Cool," Stacy said and then she didn't say anything at all.

"So, um…You have Amy's number?"

"Oh yeah! Sorry, I was kinda zoning off, huh? Hang on, I gotta find my little black…" there was a bunch of clunking and muffled bangs and I guess she dropped the phone, "…book. Fuck! Sorry."

"It's okay."

"Amy…Amy…Um, Amy…Oh! here, it's a celphone, you ready?" Stacy gave me a second to grab a motel pen and piece of paper before reading off the phone number. "When you comin' back to Seattle?"

"Tomorrow," I told her. "What's Amy's real name?"

"What? It's Amy!" the girl laughed. "Just call him Amy."

"Oh."

"Call us when you get here, okay? We'll go out or something," Stacy said. "Or stay in, just the three of us."

"Um, okay," I said, having no idea if my brother would even let me out of his sight in Seattle.

"I mean me, you, and your big fuckin' dick!" she giggled. "Monica can find her own girlfriend."

"Ah…" I laughed. "We'll see, okay?"

"Yeah, you dykes always say that!" Stacy sighed. "Call tomorrow."

"I will. Bye."

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"Hello?"

"Hey Julie!" I said her name and I was happy all of a sudden.

"Ann? Hey! Where are you?" Julie was smiling, I could tell.

"Oregon," I sighed. "What are you doing?"

"Homework. I miss you."

"Me too."

"I wish you were here," she said, lowering her voice. "I feel better."

"You do?" I didn't understand what she meant at first and I wondered if she'd been sick or something.

"Yeah," Julie giggled. "I was pretty sore Sunday, but probably that was from the horses more than…you know…"

"Ohhh," I laughed lightly and rolled my eyes. "So you're okay now?"

"I want you to fuck me again," she whispered and I guessed that answered my question.

"Yeah, me too," I agreed. "This trip sorta sucks."

"Does it?" Julie gave me a sympathetic sigh. "When are you coming back?"

"Wednesday night probably."

"Can you come over?"

"Wednesday?" I laughed. "I'll probably be a zombie. It's a long drive."

"I'll wake you up," Julie promised.

"No, I'm sure my dad will want to see me and I gotta go to school Thursday and…"

"Yeah." She took a deep breath. "I just want to see you. Jane called me."

"Oh yeah?" I smiled at that. "What, tonight?"

"Yeah. Yesterday too. She's kind of going crazy since you left."

"What do you mean?" I narrowed my eyes at the phone.

"Well, not crazy, just…I don't know…She needs you," Julie said. "We talked for about an hour about you."

"An hour about me?" I giggled, despite my sudden concern for Jane. "That must have been pretty boring."

"What? No!" Julie laughed. "It was fun. She, uh…You ever do phone sex?"

"With Jane?" I groaned happily. "Oh God!"

"She made me cum!" Julie whispered and then she laughed and I knew the girl was blushing hard.

"Yeah," I nodded and then looked up as the bathroom door opened. "She does that to me too."

"Who does?" Steve asked me with a grin and I made a face at him so he'd be quiet. He was looking at my dildo, which was standing out of my boxers and I'd been sorta playing with it, but not really.

"She wanted to come over, but…" Julie's voice trailed off.

"To your house?" I asked. "But what?"

"I just want you to be here too, you know? I don't want you to think, um…Like we're fooling around or anything."

"Fooling around?" I was getting lost again, but watching Steve pull on a pair of briefs wasn't helping and Lisa was naked and pink and moist all over after her long, long shower…

"It would be like cheating on you," Julie said. "Don't you think? You'd be kinda mad, right?"

"If it was just you and Jane?" I almost laughed, but the girl sounded so serious. 

"Yeah."

"Um, I don't think I could ever get mad at you guys," I said truthfully, hoping she'd understand.

"Oh," she said. Just that and I had no idea if my girlfriend was disappointed or what.

"Why? Do you want me to get jealous?" I asked her lightly, just so I could say I was joking if Julie got mad. I really didn't understand girls at all sometimes. And which one of them would I be jealous of? None of this made sense to me.

"No," Julie answered quickly. "I just…" she cleared her throat, "…thought maybe you'd be mad."

"What did Jane think?"

"She thought you'd be happy," the girl answered slowly. "She said she wanted to spend the night. Sorta."

"Spend the night?" I couldn't see Jane's parents letting her do that, not on a week night with school the next day. Maybe Sherry could get away with something like that, but Jane? No way.

"I think she's fighting with her sister or something," Julie said. "I don't know. She didn't really want to talk about it. Jane just wanted to spend the night someplace."

"That's kinda weird," I decided. "I should call her probably."

"Now? But I was thinking we could, um…try that phone sex thing," Julie said softly and I laughed.

"Mmmm…I'm in a little motel room with my brother and his girlfriend," I told her. "I don't think I could really…"

"Oh," Julie giggled. "Yeah, I guess."

"I'll call you when I get home, okay?"

"Promise?" Julie asked and I smiled to myself because I was missing her a lot.

"Of course," I said and then I lowered my voice. "I love you."

"I love you too."

"Okay…Bye…" I didn't want to hang up, but after Julie said goodbye I did.

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The phone rang nine times and I was just about to hang up when someone finally answered.

"Sherry? Where's Jane?" I asked, since I'd called Jane's phone number.

"Ann? Where are you? Is Jane there?"

"No," I frowned and it was like we were speaking two different languages. "I'm looking for Jane. Where is she?"

"She's not here," Sherry said. "Jane took off in my car."

"What do you mean, she took off in your car?" I frowned at that and Steve was looking at me. He was on the bed with Lisa and I was sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall. 

"She stole it. We got in a little…argument and…" Sherry sighed. "And she left."

"Argument about what?" I wondered.

"Sister stuff," Sherry told me, kind of snappish like it was none of my business. "Anyway, Mom and Dad are freaking out; they called the sheriff and everything."

"They called the sheriff?" I blinked at that. 

"Yeah, but they're not gonna do anything," Sherry told me. "The sheriff said she's not a runaway until she's gone for like seventy-two hours or something, so…"

"A runaway?" 

"She'll be back," Sherry said, but I wasn't sure I liked the way she said it. There was too much hope and not enough certainty, I thought, but I didn't know Sherry really well anyway, at least not like that. In some ways I thought I knew her too well.

"Great." I frowned and hung up the phone without much in the way of goodbyes. Whatever had set Jane off had come from Sherry and I really hated that thing they had going, whatever it was.

"What happened?" Steve asked me, but I just shook my head and I was already dialing the phone again.

"Grand Central," Greg answered the phone.

"Hey, it's me. Is Mark there?" I asked.

"Ann? What? Mark, no, but…"

"How about David? Let me talk to him."

"David's not here either, but…"

"Fuck!" I frowned. "Where are they? I need them."

"I don't know, but listen…"

"What?" I asked, feeling super annoyed and pretty worried because I didn't know what Jane would do, you know? She wasn't like other people. I loved her and I was going to cry pretty soon.

"Jane's here," Greg said and I was confused.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, she's here!" Greg laughed. "It's weird, I dunno. She's in your bed or something. Pop's up there talking to her. Scott too, I think."

"Well…Where's Mark and David then?" I wondered because Jane knew I wasn't gonna be there and she was friends with my two brothers, sorta.

"They're out looking for her." Greg was still laughing. "It's kinda crazy around here."

"I just talked to Sherry," I said. "They don't know where she is. They called the sheriff and everything."

"I dunno, sis," Greg said. "I'm just cleanin' the kitchen."

"I want to talk to her."

"Okay, hold on." There was some clunking and I looked at Steve. "Jane's in my bed."

"Uhhh…okay…" He half-smiled at me. "Why?"

"Beats me." I shrugged and Lisa was just looking at me, she didn't know Jane at all.

"Is she alright?" Steve wondered and I just held up my hand, like who knows? 

"Ann?" I heard Jane's soft voice and I felt like I'd been holding my breath for the last fifteen minutes and now I could breathe again.

"Yeah." I smiled into the phone. "What's going on? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," she answered. "I miss you though."

"I miss you too." I said with a laugh. "God! Give me a heart attack! I called your phone and Sherry answered. She told me…"

"Sherry?" Jane snorted.

"…you guys got in a fight or something."

"She wanted me to…do stuff," Jane said slowly, dropping her voice so I could barely hear her and I guessed she probably wasn't alone in the kitchen.

"Do what stuff?" I asked and then I sorta figured it out. "You mean sex? She wanted you to…"

"Yeah, that stuff," Jane answered. "Like I used to, um…With her and your brothers."

"My brothers? Mark and David, they were going to make you have sex with them?" I asked and Steve got a serious look then and I waved him down as he started to sit up.

"I don't think they knew about it. I don't know," Jane said. "Sherry was going out with them, out to four tires and she wanted me to come and…I didn't want to."

"So you ran away?" I laughed. "Your parents called the police."

"Sherry said if I didn't go, if I didn't…have fun with them…then, um…she was going to tell Mom and Dad about you and me."

"She did? But…Sherry wasn't serious, right?" I remember how Sherry was talking about how Jane had to keep it a secret and now she was trying to blackmail Jane with it? That didn't make sense.

"Who knows," Jane sighed. "I had to get away though, you know? I hate that place."

"Yeah." I nodded into the phone and then I laughed just cause I'd been so stressed. "So you went to my house, huh?"

"Yeah, well…" Jane giggled. "I didn't have anyplace else to go. I miss you. I just…I wanted to feel safe."

"Yeah," I sighed.

"I wanted to feel loved."

"I love you," I whispered. "Um, what did my dad say?"

"I love you too. What? Oh, he's really sweet," Jane told me and I think she was probably smiling at my dad right then, but who knows. "He told me I can spend the night if I want, but he's gonna call my folks."

"I guess he probably has to."

"Yeah," Jane agreed. "I just don't want to get you in trouble."

"You're not," I told her. "My dad already knows you're my girlfriend, remember?"

"Yeah," Jane laughed. "That's so cool. I wish I could live here."

"Heh!" I grinned at that. "With all my brothers? No, you don't."

"Well…" Jane said with a happy sigh, "I'm gonna be sleeping in your bed later."

"Hmmm…"

"I'm probably gonna get it kinda…wet," she breathed and my tummy knotted up hard. Jane's voice was so sexy when she wanted it to be. Like a weapon, you know?

"Shhh…God! Is my dad there? Who's in the kitchen with you?"

"Oh…Everybody." Jane laughed. "They're not listening though."

"Yeah they are!" I giggled. "They're just good at pretending they're not. Don't trust them…especially Henry!"

"Henry?" Jane sounded surprised. "He's so cute though."

"What?" I about dropped the phone.

"What?" Jane laughed. "He's being really nice. Anyway…I think your dad wants to use the phone, so…"

"Yeah, okay," I agreed. "I'll be home Wednesday alright? So you're going to be…"

"I'll be fine, yeah," Jane said. "I just want to see you again. It's lonely here when you're gone."

"You could always call Julie again," I teased her.

"Oh! You talked to her?" Jane asked happily. "That girl's bad!"

"She is?"

"Oh my God! Well, I'll tell you later," Jane lowered her voice. "She made me cum!"

"That's what Julie said about you!" I laughed and Jane was giggling and the world was all right again. Sorta. But if I found out that Mark and David had been in on Sherry's little plan to fuck my girlfriend…I wasn't really happy about any of that.

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"I, um…I want to go out tonight. Okay?" I asked Steve and we were maybe half-way to Seattle and I'd been putting it off.

"Yeah, right," Steve snorted, giving me a look like I was crazy.

I'd been sort of expecting that though and formulating a plan all morning, but I wasn't sure I had the guts to try it. Probably I was a little crazy after all the weird stuff that had happened on our little road trip. Being down in Klamath had been a real bummer, even when I thought it had been fun, it really hadn't been. Except for meeting Jared and Ben, but that had turned out to be sorta bad too, since I could be pregnant. 

I never did call Amy, although I sorta wanted to, just so I could figure out why he was like he was. That and apologize for my brother being such a butthead. I didn't call though. By the time I was done calling everybody else it had been sorta late. Lisa had wanted to have sex with me, with me and Steve at the same time. She'd put on her collar again, making sure I saw it, but I'd slept on the floor. I fell asleep listening to Steve and Lisa talking about nothing important, they didn't have sex, and I was wondering why I wasn't happy.

"What are you guys gonna do?" I wondered, but I already knew the answer.

"Just relax," Steve said. "Watch some free HBO and…" he grinned at Lisa who was in the front passenger seat.

"Then…how about if Lisa goes with me?" I said slowly. "You can relax and she can make sure I don't get in trouble, right?"

"You and me?" Lisa turned around and I could see she liked the idea a lot. She was all smiles, but Steve wasn't.

"Goes with you where?" Steve asked. "To meet that fag in the dress again?"

"Steve…" Lisa frowned.

"No," I stared at my brother's eyes in the rearview mirror. "I just want to see some friends of mine. They're girls, okay? I just want to have some fun."

"Fun? Is that what you call it?" Steve asked me and we were both on a short fuse after our trip to Klamath. "You've been getting in trouble since we left home."

"I have not!" I frowned at him. "It isn't my fault anyway. None of it is."

"Then whose fault is it, huh?" Steve shook his head. "You had sex with a fag. You fucked two guys you never saw before because they were cute. You fucked Lisa's brother…How much fun do you need, Ann?"

"What are you trying to say?" I was turning red and wincing because I didn't want to cry. "I'm a slut? Just say it, then. God!"

"Okay…" Steve was darkening too. "You're a slut."

"Fuck you," I breathed.

"And you're not going anyplace with anybody," Steve finished.

"You fucked me too, remember that?" I told him, cause I wanted the last word.

"I love you," Steve said. "It's not the same thing. Those other guys…"

"You're my brother," I said loudly, cutting him off. "You're not supposed to love me like that!"

"Ann…" Lisa had been pretty quiet and now she was reaching for me, wanting to comfort me and end this stupid argument. But we were hot for it, being brothers like we were…even though I was a girl.

"You're just jealous," I said, ignoring Lisa. "You don't want me to be with anybody else, do you?"

"What?" Steve snorted. "I don't care if you have a boyfriend or a girlfriend, or whatever. But you can't go around having sex with everybody."

"You probably wish I was pregnant too!" I crossed my arms over my chest. "With your baby, right? You wanna put a baby in me? I'll let you do it…"

"Ann! Stop…" Steve was almost yelling because I was being sort of loud.

"I'll let you do it right now," I said, undoing my jeans and lifting my butt. "Pull over and fuck me. Go ahead! I don't care. I'm just a slut anyway!"

"Ann…" Lisa was trying to say something, but I couldn't even hear her.

"Fuck!" Steve hit the steering wheel with his fist. "Why do you have to be so crazy?"

"This what you want?" I was spreading my legs with my pants and boxers down around my calves. "Come on! Fuck my pussy, Steve! I know you want to!"

Steve pulled over to the side of the highway hard and fast, locking up the anti-lock brakes in the gravel with a crunchy growl. While I was still sort of lurching to a stop, practically falling on the floor, Steve was already getting out of the Expedition and opening the passenger door.

"Yeah, that's what I want," he breathed and he was pushing me down, fumbling with his pants and I laying there on the big back seat staring up at him.

"Fuck me! Go ahead!" I dared him and I felt like we were going to fight. 

I was shaking with anger and adrenaline and my hands were balled up into white-knuckled fists. I almost hated him right then. I couldn't stand the sight of my brother, but I was looking at him anyway and I couldn't stop. I wanted to hit him and kick him and scream at him. I didn't know how we'd gotten like this or what was driving me, it was like my pent-up anger and frustrations were coming out all at once.

"You're a slut," Steve was saying. "You wanna be fucked like a slut? I'll fuck you!"

"God! I hate you!" I hit his arms with my fists and kicked at him uselessly with my legs all tied up in my jeans.

Steve was just as mad as I was and he fell on top of me, pushing and pulling at my body with rough hands. He did it fast too. I barely had time to think or understand that he was really going to do it before I felt his cock thrusting into my too small pussy. It hurt a little, just because I wasn't really ready for him, but I was wet enough. I gasped and then I came hard. My orgasm was immediate, with a rush of pleasure followed by Steve's mouth covering mine. His tongue filled me and he was grunting and stabbing his cock into me over and over, stretching my sex around him. It was desperate, the way he fucked me, and I had my arms around his neck. I kissed his hot face. I kissed his lips and cheeks, and his eyes. I was kissing him the same way he was kissing me and I couldn't breathe at all.

"I love you," I said and I'd been saying that endlessly, ever since he'd entered my cunt with his incestuous cock.

It was a short fuck, lasting just a minute or two at the most before Steve was cumming. My orgasm was still going, or maybe it was another one, I couldn't tell. I just felt on fire and his sperm was inside me again. He was telling me he loved me and that he was sorry. We were all tangled up; with my knees spread wide and my ankles bound by my pants and underwear, trapped beneath Steve as he kept his cock inside me. The door was still open, with cars and trucks whooshing by every now and again and I shivered with the cool air moving across my flushed skin.

"Move your foot," Lisa told Steve and then she was closing the door behind her fiancé. She got in the driver's seat and the motor was still going. "I'll drive for awhile," was all she said.

"I'm still mad at you," I breathed.

"I know," Steve nodded and we were just whispering and hardly even that. Our lips were touching and he was still all the way inside me. His cock was snuggled up against my womb, leaking sperm and pulsing every now and then.

"Are you gonna pull out?" I asked him, feeling my pussy wrapped comfortably around him. I was a mess inside and stuffed with his swollen cock, but it felt good. Like nothing else in the world.

"No," he kissed me softly. "Not yet."

"You're gonna make me pregnant," I told him.

"Not if you already were," Steve said. "You just took that pill a couple hours ago anyway, so…"

"But that's what you want, isn't it?" I stared into my brother's eyes. "What I was saying? It's true, isn't it?"

"I love you," he nodded. "I can't help it."

"Do you love her?" I asked him softly, meaning Lisa.

"Not like you, Ann," Steve offered without apology and I closed my eyes, feeling him starting to move inside me, fucking me slowly.

"You can't have me," I sighed and I was moving with him.

We didn't talk after that, we just made love and my brother was gentle and loving and I might have cried, but I didn't. I was letting him have me and lifting myself to meet his cock. I burned beneath him and Steve was a long time coming. He wanted to last as long as he could and everytime he made me cum, my brother would stop moving and watch my face, kissing me and waiting until the spasms in my cunt faded away, then he'd start fucking me again.

I didn't tell him, but I'd already made up my mind that this was going to be the last time I had sex with Steve. Maybe he understood that, I wasn't sure, but it seemed like it. This last time was going to have to last us the rest of our lives and being just fourteen like I was, that was going to be forever. I was broken though, something somewhere inside me wasn't working and I had to fix it, and being my brother's girlfriend wasn't helping. I'd have to make him realize that, but not right then. Not while he made love to me for the very last time. 

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"We'll be fine," Lisa giggled and she was pretty excited, bending over to kiss Steve as he lay propped up on the bed.

"Just…don't stay out too late, okay?" He couldn't really tell Lisa what to do. She was older than he was for one thing and they weren't married yet, for another. 

"Miss Russet will bring me home early, I promise," Lisa glanced at me and I just smiled.

"What? Don't let her drive," Steve said jokingly, or he coulda been serious. It was a little hard to tell because he was obviously less than happy.

It had taken both of us, Lisa and me, to convince Steve to let me go out with her. After fucking me twice in the backseat of the Expedition, a lot of the fire had gone out of us and that was a much better way of blowing off steam than fighting, I thought. I didn't quite understand how it worked though. I mean, at first it had been kind of angry sex and then we'd made love and that hadn't been anything but tender, and then we were just fine. Like we hadn't been arguing at all. 

Now Lisa and I were going to drive over to Monica's place and I hoped it would be okay. Monica and Stacy were pretty strange and if something really wrong happened I was sure Lisa would tell Steve about it. I wasn't even sure why I was so hot to go, but I figured it was probably because of the thing with Lisa's dad and brother. Part of me just wanted to cut loose, like get a little crazy and wash those people away. I know it doesn't make sense, but very little in my life did just then.

"How well do you know these girls?" Lisa asked and I thought she was getting a little nervous maybe, but excited too. 

She was a lot like Jane in some ways and Lisa wanted people to see her belonging to me. At school it was just the idea that we could get caught that she liked, but here in Seattle where nobody knew us, we could really go out and be together. It was getting me excited too and I was looking forward to getting Monica's opinion when I introduced her to Lisa. I was reasonably sure the girl would be impressed. That thought was making me happy.

"Monica and Stacy?" I shrugged. "Not really well, I guess. They're cool though. Totally lesbian too."

"They are?" Lisa glanced at me and I grinned at her.

"I think Stacy likes me," I said, half-teasing her. "Maybe I could hook you up with Monica and…"

"Can't I stay with you?" Lisa blinked at me.

"Yeah. I mean, I'll be there too," I shrugged. "Are you scared?"

"No, Miss Russet," Lisa said softly. "Just a little nervous."

"Me too," I giggled and held up the directions I'd gotten to Monica's apartment. "We have to take the Renton exit and then a left at the first stoplight."

"Okay," Lisa nodded and she was beautiful just sitting there.

I looked pretty much like I always did, meaning I looked like a teenage boy. Jeans and a t-shirt with an unbuttoned flannel shirt over that. My boots and my big strap-on cock inside my boxers. Stacy had called me a dyke and I guessed that's what I was. It was comfortable and I felt very much like my normal self, but it was different now too. I'd been a girl, a serious girl while we were in Klamath, especially with Jared and Ben. They wouldn't even recognize me if they saw me driving around Seattle and I sorta wondered which of those two people was the real me. It sounds dumb, I know, but it was the same question I was always trying to answer and instead of figuring it out, I always seemed to find something new to complicate my life even more.

Lisa, on the other hand, was always a girl and always pretty hot looking, in my opinion. A lot of other people thought so too. She was wearing a short black skirt and a loose blouse, like white silk or something slippery like that. It was just thin enough so I could see her nipples through it when she wasn't moving and that was way sexy. Some seriously high heels that she'd taken off so she could drive barefoot, which was kind of funny but I suppose those shoes were kind of fragile. The heels were about as big around as my little finger, I swear.

But the coolest thing was her collar, that black leather buckled around her slim throat, and now I had a leash to go with it. We hadn't played with that yet, but as soon as Lisa had parked outside the Olympic View Apartments complex and we were standing on the sidewalk, I clipped it onto her collar with a metallic…

Snick!

"Are you gonna be my good little doggy?" I teased Lisa and she giggled nervously.

"Yes, Miss Russet," Lisa agreed, looking down the way she does and that was making my nipples itch.

"Just remember, if you don't like something all you have to do is say, grapes, right?" I reminded her. "Otherwise I'll just figure no means yes and yes means…really yes!"

"Grapes," Lisa licked her lips, glancing around under her loose blonde hair but it was pretty quiet in that parking lot.

"Yeah," I nodded. "Come on, we'll go have some fun."

It was pretty cool leading Lisa around on that leash and I think she was walking slowly partly because she was nervous about meeting my friends, but mostly because she wanted to feel me tugging at her collar. Everytime I did it she would gasp and hitch a sharp breath like the woman was getting off on it. For about the millionth time I wished I knew what I was doing with this BDSM stuff, but all I really knew was what I'd learned from Coach and mostly that was just a lot of down and dirty man sex! I kinda missed Coach and I knew my butt was gonna be sore when I got back home since he was probably missing me too. I hoped.

"Heeeeey!" Stacy opened the door of the apartment wearing nothing but her small red bikini and a big smile on her pretty face. "Come on in! Everybody's here! Monica! Ann's home! Oh! Hi! I'm Stacy!"

All of that came out all at once and it took a second or two to decipher it while Stacy was tugging at my arm and I was tugging on Lisa's leash. Everybody really was there too, it looked like, except I didn't know any of them. About a dozen people, probably more than that, standing and sitting and walking around the apartment. I didn't see Monica right away, but then I saw Amy looking exactly like she had before, except her outfit was different and her hair was long and straight and auburn colored. She looked great and gave me a little smile from across the room.

Amy was dancing with a half dozen other girls in the middle of the living room. A couple of them were dressed like Stacy, in thongs and bikini tops. Another girl, who looked like she was about sixteen maybe, was topless, dancing around in a pair of cut-off shorts and her small, firm tits were bouncing sweetly. Amy was wearing a short skirt and a tight pink tube-top over her flat chest and the other girls were dressed much the same way, casual but definitely sexy. Sitting on the furniture and floor around them were a half dozen women who were definitely of the masculine persuasion. Dykes like me, I guessed, except they were all grown up. They were laughing and talking and urging the dancers to entertain them.

It was all pretty crazy and the music was going, not terribly loud, but enough to fill the apartment for sure. The smell of cigarette smoke and pot was heavy in the air. It was a real party and just getting warmed up, it seemed to me. Another hour or two and it was going to be pretty crazy around that place. Stacy was definitely having a good time and she was posing for us, waiting for introductions and who knows what else. 

"Hi, Stacy," Lisa answered a little quicker than I did. "I'm Lisa, um…Miss Russet's, uh…girlfriend."

"I'm sorry." I finally caught up. "Yeah, Stacy this is Lisa, my girlfriend." I repeated needlessly and Stacy laughed at me.

"Cool, yeah. You're serious about it, huh?" Stacy grinned at me. "Fuck. Does this mean I don't get that kiss you promised me?"

"Kiss?" I looked at her, smiling and I was already feeling lost.

"Yeah." Stacy stuck out her tongue. "She ain't going to get jealous, is she?"

"Lisa?" I glanced at my girlfriend. "I don't know, um…"

"Hey, Ann!" Monica was coming to save us. "Come on, we have some drinks in the kitchen."

"Hi, Monica! Um, this is my girlfriend, Lisa…This is Monica," I made the introductions while we followed her through the apartment, which wasn't overly large anyway. 

A lot of eyes followed Lisa and she was a little flushed with the obvious attention. A couple of the women, the ones who dressed and looked like men, called for her to "…get in the pit and shake some ass, baby!" That was kind of weird and almost funny, except I hoped I wasn't going to have to fight over my girlfriend later.

"You better hold onto that leash tight," Stacy told me. "Half these bulls showed up stag."

"What?" I had no idea what that meant and then we were entering the relative calm of the kitchen.

"Don't listen to Stacy." Monica looked over her shoulder with some annoyance. "She's stoned out of her mind."

"I am not!" Stacy pouted. "I'm just lonely."

"Be nice," Monica sighed and she was looking at Lisa. "You're nice, I can tell. What can I get you? Wine, beer, some margarita?"

"Oh, I'm fine." Lisa shook her head. "I have to drive tonight, so…"

"Do you want to see my bedroom?" Stacy was standing close to me, her right hand on my stomach and her left arm going around my waist. "It's really Monica's, but I made the bed up nice for us. Clean sheets."

"Um, I don't know…" I was smiling and looking at Lisa.

"Go ahead, or she'll never stop." Monica grinned at me. "I'll entertain your girlfriend."

"Okay, I guess…" I was a little overwhelmed and not sure how to say no, or even if I could. I let Monica take the leash from my hand and Lisa didn't say anything. "You'll be okay, right?" I asked her and Lisa swallowed hard.

"Yeah, I'm okay," she said softly and this really wasn't quite what either of us were expecting.

"She'll be fine," Monica promised me.

"Your girlfriend's really hot," Stacy was telling me, holding my hand and leading me down a short hallway. "I'm so jealous!"

"You are not!" I laughed at her.

"Well…I could be!" The girl giggled, pulling me inside a bedroom and closing the door. "But I won't be if you fuck me nice and hard."

"Stacy…" I was being pushed back to the bed and then on it, with the giggling blond girl getting on top of me.

"What?" she asked, straddling my hips with her knees and biting her bottom lip playfully. "You said you'd fuck me, remember?"

"I did? No…Stacy, I just want to have some fun…" I protested uselessly. 

She was seriously cute, yeah, all blonde and giggling and her bikini bottoms were loose enough that I could see the swell of her pussy at the edges. Her top was askew and Stacy's hard brown nipples were exposed and begging for someone to come along and bite them, but was this what I wanted? It didn't feel like it to me. I wasn't feeling nearly so horny as I'd been just sitting in the Expedition with Lisa on our way over. 

"This is gonna be fun," Stacy breathed, dropping her body on top of mine and she was a full grown woman, I was just fourteen. It wasn't very fair at all, I didn't think.

"No…Stacy, I can't…Mmmph…" I was silenced by her lips and then Stacy's tongue as it forced itself into my mouth. 

She was holding my shoulders and pressing her tits against mine. Stacy's pussy was grinding against the lump in my jeans, my strap-on cock that was trapped awkwardly and somewhat uncomfortably beneath the girl's enthusiasm. I almost felt like she was raping me or something and I pushed at her, gently at first, but then harder as I tried to force her tongue out of my mouth. But that just made it seem like I was kissing her back, probably. Stacy moaned and rocked her body over mine, sliding up and down against me and it might have felt good some other time, in some other place, but definitely with some other person.

"Stop…please…Stacy…" I pushed her away from me finally, after about five minutes of making out at least. Stacy blinked at me, looking somewhat confused as we caught our breath.

"What's the matter?" she asked me. 

"I'm just not into it, okay?" I said, giving Stacy an apologetic look and hoping she wasn't going to get mad at me or something.

"Do you want me to get Amy?" Stacy suggested with a giggle. "You wanna have a threesome? That would be so cool. You could fuck her in the ass!"

"What? No…Stacy, look…"

"You don't like me?" She looked hurt all of a sudden. "It's okay. Whatever. You got your girlfriend anyway, right?"

"I do like you," I said. "I'm just not really in the mood for sex, okay?"

"Yeah." She shrugged and it was all cold. 

"I'm sorry," I said and that was about the most useless thing I could say, but it was the only thing I could think of too.

"Yeah, I don't care." Stacy got off me, adjusting her bikini and ignoring me as I sat up on the bed. "I got my own boyfriends anyway, you know. You're not the only dick around here."

"Yeah, I know," I sighed and she left then without even looking at me. 

I sat there for a minute, just wondering why everything was so screwed up all the time. All I'd wanted to do was have a little fun. Just hang out and sit with Lisa, talk about motorcycles with Monica, maybe ask her if she had an old Harley sitting around I could get cheap. I figured it would be pretty relaxed, but this was like some weird lesbian orgy party…except the orgy part hadn't started yet and I'd already rejected Stacy. I didn't know if she was the kind of girl to stay mad or not, but I figured she was. That was the way my luck had been going lately, you know?

"Oh! Hi, uh…Amy." I blinked at the girl, at the man I mean, except he looked pretty hot standing there in the kitchen.

"Hi Ann." She, or he, smiled at me. "I wasn't sure I'd get to see you again."

"Yeah, um…I'm sorry about the other night," I said. "My brother's kind of…"

"It's okay." Amy laughed softly, just like he talked. It was a sexy sort of breathless whisper, you know? "Hey, this is Caitlin and her on again, off again sometimes girlfriend Ronnie. This is Ann, the girl I was telling you guys about."

"Hi." I smiled at the other two people in the kitchen and wondered what Amy had been telling them. 

"Hey there." Caitlin smiled at me and she was the blonde high school girl who was still topless and it was hard to ignore her tits, they were pretty amazingly sweet. 

"What's up, man?" Ronnie looked like a serious tomboy, not all manly, but definitely working on it and not so much older than her girlfriend. Her black hair was pulled back into a short ponytail and she wore some cargo pants and a plain blue t-shirt with a pack of Marlboros in the breast pocket. Grease stained hands too and I wondered where Ronnie worked.

"I'm good. I'm just, uh…looking for my girlfriend." I grinned at them. "You guys know where Monica went?"

"Oh! I think she's playing on the computer," Caitlin said. "Some porn thing, it's pretty weird."

"Porn?" I rolled my eyes. "Where's the computer?"

"End of the hall," Amy told me and she was grabbing a bunch of drinks for the people in the living room.

"Here, have a beer first." Ronnie pushed a bottle of Budweiser into my hands. "That chick with the collar, that's your girlfriend?"

"Hmmmm…" I took a swallow and that beer tasted good, which was nice cause usually I didn't like beer very much. "Yeah, Lisa. She's mine," I grinned at the woman. "Kinda."

"She's pretty intense." Ronnie was smiling. "You want to swap?"

"Swap?" I blinked at her and Caitlin giggled, the both of them smiling at me.

"Caitlin for Lisa? Just for a little while," Ronnie said and she looked at her girlfriend. "You don't mind, right?"

"Not at all," Caitlin said and she licked her lips, pushing those perfect tits out a little just for me. "We could have a good time, I think."

"Oh!" I drank some more beer. "I don't really…I'd have to ask Lisa."

"Ask her?" Ronnie smiled at me like I was joking. "That's your collar she's wearing, right?"

"Yeah, but…" I shrugged. "We're kind of new to this and…"

"Oh, it's cool." Ronnie waved me off. "Don't have to explain to us, man."

"If you change your mind…" Caitlin said. "Come find me, okay? I'll be waiting."

"Okay, yeah…I better, uh…I'm gonna go find Lisa," I said, thinking it was probably about time to get out of there. 

I didn't want to swap Lisa for anyone and I wasn't going to pretend like I owned her either. I was pretty much in over my head, I realized, and as much as I liked to think I was grown up and mature and all that? The reality was that I was just a kid from a small town. I wasn't supposed to be at a party like this one and I knew it. There's a reason it takes forever to go from being a child to being an adult and I don't suppose a lot of teenagers appreciate it, but I was starting to. 

The dancing had stopped in the living room by then and I sort of froze for a minute as I saw one of the girls who'd been dancing in a yellow bikini was now naked and sitting in an overstuffed easy chair. Her legs were spread wide open, her knees hooked over the arms, and one of the dyke women had a ceramic pipe that they were passing around. It was filled with dope, obviously, but the weird thing was that the pipe looked like a long, hard penis. It was about the size of my strap-on and pretty lifelike, sorta. The part you suck on was the smooth glans and the length of the pipe was the shaft, complete with veins and everything. The bowl was shaped like an upturned scrotum, a pair of balls in which the pot was burning.

I watched the dyke on the floor slide the pipe into the girl's hairless pussy, fucking it in and out of her for a few seconds and then pulling the glistening phallus out completely. She handed it to another woman who didn't just take a hit right away; she wrapped her lips around the pipe like she was sucking a cock and pushed half of it into her mouth, working it back and forth like she was sucking it before taking a deep toke and then handing it back. Everyone there, like eight girls were all laughing about it and when they noticed me the dyke pulled the pipe out of the girl's wet cunt and offered it to me.

"Uh, no thanks," I cleared my throat and I felt my face burning up with embarrassment. "I'm driving."

They laughed at that and I left quickly, going down the hallway and wondering if I wasn't already stoned just from breathing the air in that apartment. I felt like I was. Everything was weird and surreal and I should have listened to my brother. I should have stayed in the motel room and watched television and fallen asleep. Why did I have to be so crazy all the time? That's what Steve had asked me and now I was wondering about it too.

"Oh shit! Here she is!" Monica said and she was grinning at me. 

A half dozen people were crowded around a desk with a laptop computer opened up on it and they were all drinking and having a good time it looked like. Lisa was there, holding a glass of wine it looked like, but she wasn't smiling and when I looked at her, she looked away quickly, too quickly and I wondered what was wrong.

"Yeah, that's her!" some other girl said and I just stood there.

"What?" I wondered, feeling like everyone was in on some great joke except me. Like it was about me, you know?

"Check it out, Ann." Monica waved at me. "You're number one on You Tube."

"What?" I repeated, blinking at the woman and having no idea what she was talking about.

"Ann let's go." Lisa walked over to me, her leash dangling behind her back. "Let's get out of here, okay?"

"You got almost twenty thousand downloads in an hour," someone else was saying.

"What?" I asked again, unable to stop myself and I walked over to see what they were talking about. Lisa was holding my arm, but she wasn't really trying to stop me.

"It won't be on there much longer," the girl who was sitting at the desk said. "They'll kill it as soon as they figure out it's porn."

"Jay…Oh stop…No…God! Don't stop…Fuck!" I heard my own voice coming out of the little speakers and there was Jay fucking me on the computer. It wasn't really great video, but my face was in it and you could definitely tell what I was doing.

"That Jay's kind of a little sex maniac, isn't he?" Monica laughed and the others were all talking and laughing too. "Where'd you find him, Ann?"

"I won't…Ann…You feel so good…My dick…Ah!" Jay's voice now, saying my name plain as day and he was on his knees and I was in the chair, with my legs spread wide, begging him to fuck me.

"Oh God…" I felt my stomach heave and I turned around, running out of the room. The bathroom was just close enough that I could puke in the sink.

Jay hadn't just been capturing a picture for his own, personal memento of our friendship. He'd captured the whole video and kept it. He'd uploaded it to You Tube and I remember him telling me how he'd done that with a video of his ferret flying into the door. I hadn't thought twice about it. I'd trusted him! Even after I found out what a little prick he was, him and his dad, I still hadn't imagined he'd do something like that! He put me on the internet? Having sex with him? Probably all of it too. I'd fingered myself for him and his stupid web cam. I'd played with my pussy and then let him fuck me and now there were like thousands of downloads? It was the most popular download on the internet?

I puked again and it hurt. My stomach was empty and the dry heaves ached painfully in my gut. I was crying and humiliated beyond belief. Who'd seen that video? That was all I could think of. My friends back home? Julie? My brothers? Anyone in that town could have seen it. Everyone could have seen it. All it would take is one person, the wrong person like Brian Hades…What if he saw it? He'd tell everyone about how I was a porn star on the internet. What if my dad found out?

I couldn't believe Jay had done that to me. I hadn't hurt him at all, why did he want to hurt me? I sort of remember Lisa getting me and we left Monica's apartment, but I didn't look at anybody. I just left, holding Lisa's hand and she wanted to comfort me somehow, but there wasn't anything she could say. Not really. And she was mad too, the frustration and anger was radiating off her in waves, but she controlled it and got me in the truck and drove us back to the motel in silence. It wasn't until we were parked that I finally said something.

"Don't tell Steve, okay?" I'd been looking at my hands and I forced myself to look at Lisa. "Don't tell him about anything."

"Alright," Lisa agreed. She unclipped the leash and coiled it up, putting it on the dash while I sat there. She took off her collar too, leaving it behind as we slowly got out of the Ford. 

"It was just a boring party," I said, mostly to myself. "Nothing happened."

"Yeah," Lisa sighed. "Come on, I'm going to give you a bath. It'll help, believe me."

I looked at her sharply, wondering how she could know how dirty I felt just then. Maybe it was obvious or perhaps she felt the same thing, since it was her brother. I felt like I'd been raped somehow. Not physically, but emotionally. Jay had raped me, but not in the dark, he'd done it in front of twenty thousand people and the worst part was that I'd never know who they were. I wasn't ever gonna be clean again.

 

The End (for now)