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                            El Ojo De Malicio
                                by ElSol

Copyright© 2011 by ElSol


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Description: Mateo, unwittingly, uses more of his gifts. Bailey has plans...

Codes: mf ESP
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Chapter 1

Being Bailey's secret fuck-buddy was not without inconveniences.

The secret part meant I had to watch Reggie try to get her back. Admittedly, a better show than every guy who thought he had a chance trying to land her. Janet Smith found an evil joy goading me about it, offering to place a bet for me in the pool the cheerleaders got going if I had a favorite horse.

Bailey was a handful, proven by her climb over Senior girls to become captain of the cheerleading squad. I needed to keep an eye on the power meter between us; if she ever got the upper hand, I'd be washing her car every weekend. A car she wasn't legal to drive yet! Come to think of it, Bailey being a handful probably lent to her sexually adventurous nature so it washed out.

Reggie and his friends kept hammering me. He had no proof and was still being a twat, so better to be fucking Bailey than not.

Truth is, there was only one thing that might have garnered me some sympathy if people knew about us. I had to attend the games Bailey cheered at. (Okay! Probably no sympathy even from the most avid sports haters since I was banging the hottest girl in school.) Having to say hi and be publicly friendly soon turned into 'Come watch the game', made tempting by a sweet coating of 'afterwards you can fuck me in my cheerleading uniform.' Bailey didn't have a hard time selling it the first time or the second.

Or the third.

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"What are they doing now?" I asked.

"It's a timeout," Janet replied.

"Didn't they just have one of those?"

"The other team called it before." Janet leaned forward, as if trying to hear what the coaches were yelling at the players. There's much raising of voices in sports.

"Shouldn't our side have talked about what they wanted to talk about during that timeout? Or is it not allowed?" I asked.

Janet turned and glared at me. "You're joking!"

"I hate football!" I stomped my feet on the bleachers. A few people joined Janet in giving me the Evil Eye.

"What's there to hate?"

"I thought football season was over," I said, ignoring the silly question. Seriously, what about football is there to like? The only thing I could come up with was it might be marginally more interesting than other sports because jocks crashed into each other with enough force to do damage.

"I told you already!" Janet punched me in the arm. "The All-Star game got cancelled because the crowd at the state championship pretty much rioted. Our principal brokered a deal to have it here and disallow any players from those two teams."

"Brokering a deal involves money not this crap!"

"Now you're being an asshole," Janet huffed, spinning around to watch the players run back onto the field.

"Yeah," I grumbled. "It's fucking cold. How the fuck does Bailey do it?"

Our cheerleading team was doing the honors behind the benches nearest to me. I had the sick feeling even if Bailey weren't down there, she would have wanted to come and insisted I make an appearance.

"Yeah," Janet whispered to me. "Think about warming her up after the game!"

"It doesn't help."

Janet snorted.

Survivors say things go into slow motion. I guess I wasn't close enough to the action; if anything, things got faster.

A crash made everyone turn left. The pickup truck's engine gunned as it turned the corner on the bleachers. The first scream pierced the cold air! The truck hit a coach, throwing him twenty feet into the field. The truck did not pause, heading straight for the cheerleaders. The pictures and video camera footage would show Bailey tackling two of her friends out of the truck's path. A cheerleader went under the driver side. The truck rammed into a girl, sending her flying into another victim of the onslaught. The next girl had enough time to scream before the truck swatted her aside.

Finally, the truck stopped!

The screams around me died when the driver's door opened. He stepped out, raised his hand, and shot a coach running at the truck. Everyone around me yelled in fear. I might have been the loudest! I turned at the sound of a thump behind me--people were jumping from the back of the bleachers.

Janet grabbed my arm, "COME ON!!!"

I ripped myself out of her grip and took a step towards Bailey. The driver was yelling something at her.

"BAILEY!" My throat burned as I shouted her name. "NO!"

His hand came up. Bailey shook her head, raising her hands, and pleading for her life.

Sharp pain stabbed my right eye! I felt something--different from my heat but familiar. Turning my head, I sighted with the right eye. The driver's head snapped around. My left eye went blind which focussed the laser heat from my right eye on the driver. I could see the anger in his eyes! He walked to the front truck and took aim at me. My eye felt like it would burst.

Shots fired! The driver shook from the impact. More shots. Two men, pointing handguns at the downed driver, approached him slowly.

The bleachers were mostly empty, making running down easier for me. I grabbed the railing, hurdling it to get to the ground. The girl under the truck had to be first! The men with guns spun on me as I ran up.

"She's still underneath!" I yelled, not waiting for them to lower their weapons. I ran around them, and ... The back truck tire rested on her chest! "Fuck me!"

As I turned, I saw another cheerleader on the ground. Her uniform looked right out of the cleaners except for the red stain growing in the middle of her chest. I had not seen him shoot anyone other than the coach! I kneeled to touch her head.

"Gone," I whispered. I looked up to meet Bailey's eyes. She must have heard me because she shook her head to deny the word's meaning.

"Stop, dammit!" One of the men said as I turned to the other victims. "Do you know what you're doing? God damn it! Stop!"

"Get the fuck out of the way!" I screamed, pushing him aside to get to next girl, the one hit by the flying cheerleader.

"Broken back," I said after touching her arm. The life was almost gone. If I hadn't turned my head to look at the other girls, I would have tried to save her. The girl who had been sent flying into the one I was touching coughed. I could not help the one in my hands, but the coughing girl had time! Leaving one girl to die, I crawled to the other.

"I'm here," I whispered. She coughed again; warm blood sprayed my face. A touch told me enough--more life but she'd be joining her friend if I didn't do something.

"Quickly!" I shouted at two men. "She's drowning in her blood."

They must have decided someone who sounded as if he knew what he was doing was better than nothing. The doctors would say what we did saved the girls who could be saved. The two men wouldn't be able to remember what I told them to do. I don't remember either because I only called them over so they would hold her down. After a few instructions which must have sounded productive to them, my hands were free.

If not for what happened between Bailey and me, the girls would have died. Before Bailey, massage had been the greater part of my healing process. She opened different avenues, like sex allowing a greater transfer of heat. Without Bailey, I wouldn't have tried to save the girls or nearly killed myself in the process.

I leaned down as if listening to the girl breath. My left hand cupped her forehead; my right hand pushed her hair out of the way and grabbed the back of her neck. Reaching inwards, I gathered every degree of heat in my body and hurled it into the girl. Her body arched! The movement surprised the men, and they let her go. She sucked in a harsh breath, expelled it, and pulled in more air. Opening her eyes, she looked at the man to her right.

"You're going to be okay!" he said, grabbing her hand. "Hang in there! You're going to be okay! I see the ambulance. You're going to be okay!"

The last girl! The exhaustion that hit me made it feel like she was miles away. Someone grabbed me, pulling me up from my crawl to her. They set me down by her head.

"Shit! She's even worse than that one!"

Crisis is supposed to be a crucible; the girl was lucky I passed the test. I grabbed her by the neck, hands on either side. Looking up at the sky, I closed my eyes. Diving into my body, I grabbed the nothing that was left of my heat and pulled. I was ripping my soul from the rivets God used to attach it to my flesh. It fought to survive, to stay inside me. Stretching! Fraying! I breathed, reached deeper, grabbed the fucking bolts holding me together and yanked another 'everything' out of myself to give to the girl in my hands.

This one screamed. Someone shoved me aside!

"I'm here, Mateo," Janet said, grabbing me under the armpits.

"Is he okay?" a voice shouted.

"Yes! Yes!" Janet yelled back. Somehow she got me to my feet. "He's fine. His girlfriend was down here! I'll get him out of the way."

I don't know how she got me to her car; she was too small to have carried me. I puked on top of her trunk when she leaned me against it to open the back door.

"If you do that in my car, I'll fucking kill you, Mateo!"

She shoved me headfirst into the backseat. My face dragged along the seat cushion as Janet pushed me deeper into the car. Folding my feet in, she slammed the door shut.

"Jesus! Jesus!" Another door slammed. "Don't be dead! Mateo, if you die, I'll kill you!"

Oh yeah that makes sense!

"What the fuck did you do?"

A hand touched my face. I opened an eye.

"I guess you are my friend if you look that worried," I whispered weakly.

"I swear to God--I'm going to fucking kill you!" she screamed. Obviously, the crucible brought out the violent side of Janet's personality. The noise made me nauseous! The car spun. "What's wrong? Mateo! What's wrong?"

"Sugar," I said. Or maybe I didn't! I squeezed my eyes shut. Gathering what felt like the last molecule of strength in my body, I opened my mouth, "Sugar."

"What?"

When I opened my eyes, Janet's face was a couple of inches away.

"Sugar," I said slowly. "Not the white shit. Health food store. Organic sugar. It's gold, not brown."

"What? Why?"

"And Cokes," I said, closing my eyes. "Sugar and Cokes."

Later, Janet told me it took her a half-hour to drive to the store and buy the stuff. I didn't move the entire time.

"Mateo!"

I opened an eye. Maybe if I closed it, the annoying person shaking me would go away!

"MATEO!"

I couldn't turn over to look at the woman yelling at me. "Please stop yelling. I don't like loud."

"I've got the stuff. Turn over." Someone grabbed my arms, pulling and heaving me over. "Sit up!"

I wouldn't have been able to if Janet had not provided most of the energy needed.

"Hey, Janet! What are you doing in my car?" For some reason, I could only whisper. "When did I get a car?"

"You did something at the game, remember?"

"Too close! Too loud!" I tried to move away. She got into the car and shoved her face a few inches from mine.

"The sugar and Cokes, Mateo."

I looked at bag and six pack of soda she held up to me. The football game! The girls!

"Spoon," I said, taking the stuff from her.

"A spoon for what?"

"Or a cup?"

She must have gotten tired of questioning me, instead she climbed into the front seat. "Here!"

It was a paper coffee cup. I put the Cokes down and took the cup from her. There were coffee stains at the bottom, but it was dry enough.

"Open bag," I told her, after failing to do it myself. "Fill the cup."

Janet looked at me as if I'd lost my mind. I opened a bottle of Coke. She handed me the cup, full of sugar. I tipped the cup onto my lips and dropped my head back. I washed down a quarter cup of sugar with half a bottle of Coke.

"That's fucking disgusting!" Janet blurted.

Another quarter cup of sugar and half bottle of Coke! As disgusting as Janet found it, she opened the second bottle for me. The second cup of sugar washed down more evenly, needing only the third bottle of soda. The third cup of sugar sucked to choke down though!

"You know that thing I said about wishing I could do what you do," Janet told me. "Not ever!"

Most of the time, Janet seemed liked she didn't believe I could do anything special so I wasn't offended. I burped around the top of the fourth Coke bottle.

"Are you okay?"

Putting up my hands, I stopped her jumping into the back seat. I was breathing slow, hard, and LOUD. Shaking my head, I lay down.

"I'll be okay," I told her. I'd never seen Janet so scared. "The sugar will hold me."

"You need more?"

"I'm going to take a nap," I told her.

"After that much sugar?"

"Can you do me another favor, Janet?" I asked.

"I'm not taking you home like this!" she said. "Don't even think it."

"No." I closed my eyes. "Next town. Main Street. Across the street from that monster Pathmark, there's a restaurant called Unico. Get me two dinners of anything except ribs. I hate ribs!"

It was getting dark when I woke up.

"Here," Janet said, opening the back car door and shoved a bag at me. "You slept for a while. The old lady in the restaurant speaks only Spanish. She got a kid to translate. I didn't know what to get you, but the old lady made me explain. She came out here and started screeching when she saw you. She said to let you sleep so she could make your favorite. How does she know your favorite? And some soup. She made me get the pork dinner. I have ox-tail soup. She made spaghetti and chicken. That's a lot of fat on the pork. Why do you come to a Spanish food place and get Italian? Spaghetti and chicken! How does she know you? She kept calling you 'El Cura'. Everyone in there seems to know you. Are you famous with Spanish people or something?"

Janet was losing it!

"Outside." I pushed the bag to her. "I need air."

The sugar must have done some work; I managed to crawl out of the car under my own power. Janet laid out the food containers on top of her car. She paused now and then to take a deep breath, but the simple task seemed to calm her nerves. She handed me a spoon and the soup when she finished.

"The old woman said to eat this first. So for real, how does she know you?" She waited until I finished half the soup before letting her curiosity get the better of her and poking me to answer the question.

I waited until I finished ALL the soup before replying. "They used to bring me here. The women that my mom had teach me to be a sobador. The woman's granddaughter got sick, and the doctors didn't know what was wrong."

"So you healed her," Janet said with a nod. She leaned against the car; something about saying those words let her relax, maybe for the first time since the game.

"I haven't been here in years. I guess people don't forget." The woman was right--the fatty pork went down smooth.

"So is the food special? Fuel for your superpowers!"

I must have been looking better because she grabbed my arm to look around me at the food.

"I don't have superpowers," I replied and ignored her snort. "And no, it's not special. It makes me feel good. I need food, but a cheeseburger wouldn't..."

"Make you feel good," she said with a nod. "Like my mom's chicken soup when I was sick. She hasn't made it for me in years."

Janet jumped up to sit on the trunk of her car. She watched me devour the rest of the food without saying another word.

"You've got blood all over" she said when I got back from tossing the containers in the trash can at the corner. The walk steadied my knees and straightened my back. Janet pulled the cuff of her shirt over the heel of her hand and patted my face. "If a cop sees us, they will ask questions."

"I think if we say we were at the game..."

Janet's face whitened, making me wish I hadn't said it.

"Bailey called me from the hospital," she said, dropping her head. "The girls are in surgery--the ones you touched. Everybody else he shot or hit with the truck is dead. Three girls from the cheerleading team, Mateo!"

I nodded.

"The men who killed him were cops from down south," she said. "They came to watch their sons play. If they hadn't been there!"

Looking around the street, I decided cleaning up was a good idea, even if I would have preferred not to go into the restaurant.

"It was Brianna's dad."

"What?" The name was one I knew from Bailey's circle.

"Brianna's dad was the shooter."

"Why?" A picture of Brianna crossed my mind, a short brunette with the kind of plush body I made sure Bailey didn't catch me staring at.

"Nobody knows! Brianna was in the bathroom when he killed all those people," Janet stumbled over the words.

"That's convenient," I said.

Janet slapped me, "Don't say that! She wouldn't have anything to do with it. He killed her friends, Mateo!"

I smiled.

"You said it on purpose!"

"I don't want to walk home," I said. "You need to stay in control for a little longer."

"I don't think I can do it," she admitted.

"Lucky for you, I have to wash up," I said. "Afterwards, we can drive around or go down to the river or whatever you want."

She nodded, following me across the street.

I ignored the awkward silence in the packed restaurant as I walked to the single occupant bathroom. My coat was ruined! How the fuck did I get that much blood on it? At least, the blood on my face and hands washed away easy. I ate with bloody hands! Janet did not mention it, which said a lot about her state of mind. I stayed in the bathroom longer than I needed to. No way the owner learned what happened and didn't share it with her patrons, so Janet was bound to get some much needed sympathy.

The knock woke me.

"Mateo, are you okay?" Janet asked through the door.

"Yeah," I replied.

"You didn't fall asleep, did you?"

"No!" I said, opening the door. "I put down some major food. You know what that means."

"Don't be disgusting, asshole," she said. "Are you okay now?"

I walked by her. Everyone in the restaurant was watching me.

"I guess so," I said.

She grabbed my arm to make me face her. "Where do you put all the food? You don't always eat that much, but it's not far off except for the sugar which, can I tell you, was the most disgusting thing I've ever seen."

Janet obviously needed a distraction from thinking about the game.

"I'm hotter than you," I told her.

"In the eyes of some visually challenged straight girls but so what?"

"One of those girls happens to be Bailey."

"Who you saved from cancer so she doesn't count," she replied with some derision. "Like you said, people don't forget when you help them. You're Bailey's hero so she has rose-colored glasses on."

"You've been waiting a long time to use Bailey and rose colored glasses in the same sentence, haven't you?"

Bailey Rose, rose colored glasses! I liked the way the smile lit Janet's face as she nodded. It gave me hope that maybe people would recover.

"My body temperature is higher than yours," I said. "My baby fevers would have killed other babies. It's why I don't go to doctors; they always think I'm sick."

"You don't feel warmer," she said, putting her hand on my forehead.

"Esta bien? (Are you okay?)" The owner of the restaurant had come up behind us. Her hand was holding tightly to the arm of a girl my age.

"Yes," I replied. "Thank you very much. The spaghetti and chicken is exactly like I remember."

"Pero ya no vienes. Porque? Pudrieras conocer a mi nieta, la que salvaste. (But you don't come anymore. Why? You could get to know my granddaughter, the one you saved.)"

"Abuela!" the girl exclaimed, looking embarrassed. "I don't believe in that stuff."

"It's okay," I said before the grandmother went crazy at the perceived insult. "My mother died."

"Dios la bendiga. (God bless her.)" The old woman crossed herself.

"I haven't been to many places I used to go with my mom." I pointed at Janet. "But now that my friend knows about it, maybe we can come back."

The old woman looked Janet up and down. She gave her granddaughter the same once over.

"I like girls," Janet told her. I tried not to laugh at the undercurrent to the old woman's purpose and Janet picking up on it so quickly.

"I'm glad your granddaughter is okay," I said. Looking at the girl, I continued, "It was nice to meet you, but we have to go. It's been a bad day."

"Si! Claro! Que maldad! (Yes. Of course. Such evil.)" the old woman said to me. "Pero por favor, tienes que regresar. Te voy hacer una ensalada de pulpo, a nadie le gusta como tu. (But please, you have to come back. I'll make you octopus salad, nobody likes it like you do.)"

"I'll bring him back," Janet told her. "I promise."

I almost groaned at happiness that the words brought to the old woman's face.

"Adios," I said before walking by her.

"A little competition won't hurt Bailey," Janet said from behind me. "Might remind her some of us knew you first."

"Or her first." I said.

"What?"

"Let me guess, Bailey thinks we're exclusive."

"I'm not that big a bitch!" Janet complained. "I just don't see why Bailey and you being fuck-buddies means Bailey and I can't be fuck-buddies anymore."

"Because it would be cheating," I said, picking up my pace.

"You're not dating; you're fucking!"

The granddaughter yelled first. "But I have a boyfriend!"

I opened the door, almost making it outside before Janet latched on to my arm and anchored me in the restaurant.

"We gotta go, Janet," I said.

"Oh no, we don't!" Personal interactions were Janet's favorite form of entertainment.

"El es un Gran Cura! Puedes salir con cada desgraciado que venga a mi puerta, pero a un bello hombre le das ni el menor respeto! (He is a Great Healer! You can go out with every ingrate that comes to my door, but you can't give a wonderful man the least amount of respect.)"

"What is she saying?" Janet tried to pull me back inside. "Wow! She's pissed. We're definitely coming back here. With Bailey!"

"No es nadie! (He isn't anybody!)" the granddaughter shouted.

"Asi no vas hablar en mi casa de un angel de Dios. Cuando los demonios te llevaban de tu familia, el nos regalo tu vida. Ni una mala palabra de el va escapar de tu voca. (You will not speak like that in my house about one of God's angels. When demons were taking you from your family, he gave us your life. Not one bad word about him better come out of your mouth.)

The old woman turned around and walked to the cash register. Raising her hands, she spoke to the ceiling, "Dios, protege me de esta generacion! Creen que saben todo, cuando no saben ni como cagar! (God, protect me from this generation! They think they know everything when they don't even know how to take a shit.)"

"She knows we can hear her, right?" Janet said. "We haven't left yet."

"I think it's a Latin woman thing. I'm supposed to hear it." I replied. "Can we go now?"

"So are you going to ask her out?" Janet asked as we walked to the car.

"Who?"

"The girl inside," she said, pointing at Unico. "Maybe if you do, Bailey will fuck me again."

"Wouldn't it be easier if I told Bailey that I don't think having sex with another girl is cheating?"

She paused with the car door open. "You should make it clear that BAILEY with another girl isn't cheating."

"Good point."

"Cause your fucking another girl is the first thing which will come to her mind if you put it that way."

"Okay, I get it! But, then why did you suggest going out with the girl?"

"You don't have to fuck her. Plus Bailey is weird about that kind of stuff." She said, getting into the car. She started the car and turned around while I got in the backseat. "It would make a good cover for your thing with Bailey if you had a girlfriend."

"And you could fuck Bailey again."

"Yeah that too!" she replied before pulling out into traffic. "Bailey loves it when everyone gets what they want."

"I don't want to go out with anyone."

"MALE people should make sacrifices to keep their FEMALE friends happy."

I didn't have a response so I lay down. It probably wasn't the best idea since it let me think about what happened. I felt the girl dying from the inside! I remembered how Bailey looked at me.

"Bailey and I are through anyway," I said.

"What?"

"Bailey and I--we're through," I said. The words felt right in my mouth, even if a bit bitter.

"Why are you going to break up with her now?" We must have been at a red light because Janet spun around in her seat to look down at me. "You can't break up with her now. She needs you!"

"We're not dating, Janet," I said. "She was grateful."

"So?"

"She needs a guy who can be up there in the hospital waiting room with her," I said. "She needs comforting."

Janet's silence was damning.

"She needs a boyfriend. A guy like her. You know what I mean? I couldn't win a popularity contest if Bailey rigged it." I wasn't speaking to Janet. "Can you take me home?"

I closed my eyes.

"What did you do to Marie and Stephanie?" Janet asked.

"Who?"

"The two cheerleaders."

"See, I don't even know her friends' names," I said. "I don't do bullet holes or open wounds. Hell, if you came to me with a paper cut I'd give you a Band-Aid."

"You healed Bailey's cancer."

"It's different, Janet. Bailey would not die any time soon. Her body could fight and win, but those girls were fucked up!"

"So what did you do?"

"I called a timeout before the clock ran out on them."

The car door slamming shut woke me up. I was getting kissed! I didn't know what was going on so I tried to push the person away.

"You're cold!" Bailey said, stopping the kissing to climb on top of my legs. "Why are you cold? You're never cold."

"I'm okay." I grabbed her hands and pinned them to her stomach. "Give me a second!"

"You're not okay! You're never cold, Mateo. You feel like a dead body!" she screamed.

"Not in my car, Bailey!" Janet pressed her hands against her ears. "He's fine. He was eating like a horse, so even if he isn't fine right now, I'm sure he'll be fine. Stop yelling!"

Bailey leaned in and kissed me. I had woken up enough to kiss her back, hoping it would reassure her. She rested her forehead against mine. "They will be okay."

"They're out of surgery?" Janet asked.

"How long has it been?" It was completely dark out. "What time is it?"

"Late," Janet said. "I called your Steps and told them you were with me. You should give them a chance, you know. They were worried about you."

"Where are we?" I peeked out the window, not wanting to have that discussion.

"Hospital parking lot," Bailey said.

"So what happened?" Janet asked Bailey.

"They took Marie and Stephanie into surgery. They were in there for hours. The doctors expect a good recovery. A miraculous one since the girls are already awake. I heard one of the nurses talking; she said it was like the girls just didn't die. They should have died, but they didn't! She wouldn't have believed it if she hadn't been in the operating room."

"A timeout," Janet said looking at me. The awe in her voice made me uncomfortable.

"You did that," Bailey said to me. "I saw you with them at the football field. You can make someone not die?"

"Jesus! They weren't zombies or something," I said, dodging her attempt to kiss me. "They would have died without the surgery, so the doctors deserve all the credit."

They looked at each other and then at me. Fuck! It would have been better to go the Reggie-route and declare myself the God-King of Everything. Modesty, when a woman is convinced your shit doesn't stink, adds a subtle hint of her favorite cologne.

Bailey worked her hands loose and touched my face. "This can't be good, Mateo. Really! You're never cold."

She was still in her cheerleading uniform. My hand drifted down to her thigh. Leggings! That's how she stayed warm. Bailey kissed my forehead and drifted down to my lips. One second, we were kissing, and the next, we were scrambling to take clothing off!

My clothes were easy; belt buckle, jean button, zipper, and push the jeans down. Getting Bailey out of her clothes was not as easy because I wanted to be between her legs. She wanted it as desperately as I did and tried to help. Our hands bumped into each other too often. I grabbed Bailey's hips and flipped us over so I was on top. Reaching under her cheer skirt, I found her skin, grabbed cloth, and pulled down. She kicked me a few times, still trying to help, but we were getting there so I ignored it. One of her sneakers bounced off my face. The other hit the back window. They were the last barrier! Another kick and Bailey was free of clothing from the waist down.

Her hands were on my cock. I put my hands on her inner thighs, pushing them out and up. Bailey pulled to get me into position. She was not ready to receive; neither of us cared. I pushed in and came to a stop. Bailey grabbed my arms, arched her hips away from my dick, and pushed them upwards. Our timing had improved since the cabin--I was thrusting down!

Bailey wrapped her arms around my torso. Her legs were around my hips, locked at her feet. She stuck her face into my neck and bit me. I pulled back, thrust hard, pulled back, and thrust hard. Bailey moistened around my cock.

"Yes. Please!" She whispered against my skin. "Please! Please! Please!"

I grunted and threw my hips into it, pumping in and out of Bailey as fast as her body allowed. Every few thrusts, Bailey's body adjusted a little more until I was moving smoothly. She bit me again as her pussy squeezed down hard. So much for smoothly! I grabbed the car door handle and the back seat headrest. Using them as leverage, I fucked through Bailey's contractions.

"YES!" she screamed.

Bailey's pussy squeezed me harder. I felt the pressure building at my groin. I plunged in as deep as I could. I pulled back. I plunged back into her.

"Unh!" I groaned.

"I'm here, baby!" Bailey whispered. "I'm right here."

She pushed her hips up as I ground against her.

"Yes!" she breathed into my ear when I collapsed on her. My hips flexed and released in time with the ejaculations.

Bailey liked the hard fucks because I always felt guilty at being thoughtless. (Even if she got pleasure, there was something almost non-consensual when I lost control.) Inevitably, a hard fuck was followed by a slower, more intimate session. This time, it followed immediately when I didn't soften in her.

I pulled Bailey's arms from my body and put them around my neck. She released her leg wrap, letting her legs curl around my thighs instead. We kissed as our bodies found a more comfortable position. Brushing Bailey's hair out of her face, I let my tongue dance in her mouth. Bailey didn't move, allowing me to glide into her, back, and into her again.

We peaked together.

"First, I have to say, even as a lesbian--Wow!" Janet said.

"Holy shit!" Bailey cried! She pushed me around so she could use me to hide from Janet. "I forgot! I'm so sorry, Janet!"

"Bailey, we haven't done it in a while but I have seen you naked," Janet told her. "And though it is a little ego-shrinking to say I haven't seen you quite like THAT, I've been the face between your legs when you came so there's no reason to be embarrassed."

Bailey peeked out to smile at her.

"But to get back to my point, you two are paying to clean my backseat." Janet pointed between Bailey and me. "If my car is going to smell like sex, I should be the one who had sex."

Bailey raised an eyebrow. "Well, you could..."

I put my hand over her mouth.



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Chapter 2

Tragedy can bring a group together. It can also drive individuals away. It depends on the group, the individuals, and the tragedy. The kids in school wanted to join hands and sing sad songs. The parents and teachers wanted every kid where they could be watched. The school administrators mandated grief counseling for every one of their 'charges' who attended the game.

I understood and still wished everyone had taken the past into context. I'd only recently made it to the stage of considering Janet a real friend. Why would I want to torture her with my singing? Since I was never a part of the group, why should I be a part of it now? Where were the grief counselors when my mother died? I recognized saying any of it out loud would make me out to be used douche sewage, which is still a higher life form than the idiots making jokes. Even I wanted to beat them!

My desire to remain an individual was not without consequence--Bailey broke up with me. She didn't say anything; I got the message since you can't be fuck-buddies if you're not fucking. Janet's increased joy also clued me into the death of my sex life. (Clearly, Bailey was getting her freak on with a more comforting body type.) After some rather inappropriate, considering the circumstances, mourning over the dryness of my penis, I smacked myself. They needed it: Janet and Bailey, the kids, the adults, and the assholes who cracked jokes to convince themselves they were still immortal.

By the time the grief counselor decided I needed extra sessions to break through the emotional wall I built after the shooting (You can tell a psychiatrist you're not thirsty, and they still won't understand why you're not drinking the water they led you to!), the unity was breaking down to an increasing insulation among the old groups. The cheerleaders got REALLY tight; I rarely saw them in groups of less than four. To my surprise, Brianna was still a part of the team. I pegged the cheerleaders to ostracize the daughter of a man who killed three of their own and put two others in a hospital.

I guess high school kids can surprise.

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"Let's talk about Bailey Rose," the counselor said.

"Huh?" That was out of left field. I looked around to make sure no one else had walked in and not told me the session was over.

"You're her boyfriend."

"Lady, no offense, are you crazy?" I said. "She's the captain of the cheerleading team. The hottest girl in school! I'm nobody, always have been, and some day I hope to be a psychologist."

"She told me during her sessions."

"Isn't there doctor-patient privilege?" I said, looking around again. She had to be recording the session, so I wouldn't cop to shit.

"I asked if I could talk to you about it because you're having such a problem opening up about what happened," she replied.

"Bailey Rose talked to you ... about me?" Doubt crept into my voice. "And she called me her boyfriend?"

"She didn't use those exact words," the doctor admitted. "But you are in an intimate relationship."

"Were," I said. "She's with someone else now."

"Yes, Janet is the one who told me you were on the field that day," the doctor said.

Oh yeah, don't tell those girls any secrets EVER! "What else did they say?"

"It's not important," she replied. "You lived through a tragedy, getting close enough to touch the dying. You need to talk about it, Mateo. Your friends are deeply concerned."

I stared at her.

Smiling, I nodded. "So you want me to talk about how watching those people die affected me."

"Yes," she said, sitting deeper in her chair. "It's necessary for you to move past it."

I laughed under my breath, surprising her. "It didn't affect me. It couldn't affect me. Not because I didn't know the victims, or the shooter, or his daughter who has to pretend everything is fine and finish school. It doesn't have anything to do with hating the entire high school sports bullshit; I mean seriously, getting to fuck Bailey Rose grants pardons for every misdemeanor that isn't going to mean crap the second I walk off the graduation stage. And to be perfectly honest, the big crimes against me like students, teachers, and administrators being complicit in Reggie's bullying ... fuck it, them, and him. I'm not going to remember his name in twenty years, but on my death bed, I'm going remember what it was like to fuck into Bailey the first time. My first time!"

Staring out the window, I continued, "I don't need to be here, Doctor, because I'm intimately aware life is fragile, but it fights, although the only victory is delay."

I stood up and grabbed my bookbag before looking at her. "I won't be back. You're trying to help when I understand far better than you could what happened. If you ever approach accepting that being alive means to be dying, find me. I'll talk you off the ledge."

The Double-Step had been driving me up every wall at the house. The shooting brought up more maternal instincts than my younger siblings could safely absorb. For the first time in years, there was some left over for me. Having recently gotten over my snit about Bailey, I begged Janet to let me hide in her house that afternoon. Considering the conversation with the grief counselor, I was happy not to go home for a few hours.

"Hey, what's up?" Janet said when she opened her door. She leaned in and gave me a kiss on the cheek. The kiss thing was some sort of territory staking after Bailey and I became fuck-buddies. Having two females in my life made me classify them more accurately. I thought of Janet as friend, but being public friends with Bailey spotlighted that the girls weren't on equal levels. Bailey and Janet also wanted to draw distinctions about each other's role, so Bailey got my lips in private and Janet got my cheek everywhere. The breakup with Bailey hadn't changed Janet's habits, teaching me a valuable life lesson--of her volition, a woman never gives back anything surrendered to her.

"Come on!" Janet grabbed my hand, leading me to her bedroom.

"What are we doing?" I asked. "I thought we were going to hang out and watch a kung fu movie."

"This is much better," Janet said, opening the bedroom door and shoving me inside.

Bailey and Brianna were sitting on the bed. Brianna always seemed to be on the edge or recovering from a crying fit since her father's truck and shooting rampage. There was something different about her this time--she appeared at peace.

"Hey! You're here!" Bailey ran up and gave me a hard hug. "What's wrong?"

I did not return the hug.

"Nothing," I said quickly. "I didn't know..."

I turned to give Janet an annoyed look. "If something came up, you should have told me."

Janet waved the comment away, closed the door, and sat down in the love chair.

"So your answer is yes?" Bailey asked Brianna. "You need to be sure."

"I said yes already!" Brianna's voice quavered. Bailey nodded before sitting next to Janet.

"Oh!" I added Bailey and Janet and Brianna to arrive at Bailey being Bailey. "You three are busy, so as much as I don't want to, I'm going home."

"Mateo, you're the most important part," Janet said when I backed towards the door. Her tone of voice said she loved whatever Bailey had planned.

"I'm just trying to be a good secret girlfriend," Bailey said innocently.

"You're not my girlfriend. Even when we were..." I glanced at Brianna. The curiosity on her face didn't give me the warm fuzzies. " ... doing stuff, we weren't. We didn't!"

Bailey and Janet waited patiently for me to find coherent sentences.

"We were fuck-buddies," I said finally. "That's it! You were not my girlfriend."

"You had sex with him?" Brianna asked Bailey while pointing at me. "I thought you were making me fuck him because he's him."

"Fuck who?" I looked from girl to girl. Each gave me the female-patented 'Are you stupid?' look. Janet jumped up to push a chair under my ass. After collapsing onto it, I stared at Bailey, incredulous at her insanity.

"Am I not the best high school girlfriend you could imagine?" Bailey asked, nodding as if it would convince me to agree. "You think I'm the hottest girl in school. I'm the captain of the cheerleading team. I'm your nemesis' ex-girlfriend. I'm sleeping with your best friend who happens to be a girl. Boys like that! And now, I've delivered Brianna for you to fuck."

"You're crazy!" I told Bailey.

Janet grabbed my face and made me look into her eyes. "She is absolutely bonkers! Isn't it fantastic?"

Janet ran to the love seat, jumped on, and gave Bailey a lover's kiss. It stopped my train of thought; I'd never seen them together. Brianna's eyes couldn't get wider without popping out of her skull. Eventually (Too soon!), they stopped kissing and turned back to me.

"Let me repeat--you're NOT my girlfriend," I said to Bailey. "And..."

"Why do you keep saying that?" Bailey asked, sounding hurt. "I think we've done more than can be called fuck-buddies. We're friends too!"

I took a deep breath, "We haven't done anything in weeks, so whatever we were, we are not anymore."

"I'm sorry," I said before she could speak. "That came out angry. I guess, to me, we were more than fuck-buddies and it would have been nice if you said we were done. That shit is on me! I shouldn't have felt it since I always understood it was about gratitude for what I did."

"What did you do?" Brianna asked.

"None of your fucking business!" Janet and Bailey said simultaneously and in the same dangerous voice.

Bailey turned to Janet, "Was I really ignoring him?"

"I ... I..." Janet turned to me. "I wasn't trying to steal Bailey. I wanted it to be the way things were between us before you."

"Look, it's okay" I said. "I told you I got it in the car, Janet. Remember? It's better if I go, and we forget I was here. Bailey, thank you for ... fuck it, just thank you! You girls keep doing whatever this is."

"Wait!" Bailey raised her hand to me. "What did he tell you in the car, Janet?"

"I'm his friend too, Bailey," she replied.

Bailey didn't look happy at the response. She tapped a fingernail on her jean button as she stared at Janet, then at me, and finally at Brianna.

Flexibility increases a human being's competence and makes them a more dangerous member of our species. Another valuable life lesson, this time courtesy of Bailey who could spin like a top.

"Change of plans," Bailey said. "Brianna, you won't be mine; you belong to Mateo until we graduate."

"That's not..." Brianna started only to be drowned out by Janet.

"But you said, I could play with her whenever I wanted!" Janet said to Bailey.

"I guess you have to ask Mateo for playtime." Bailey stared at me, waiting. In that moment, I understood one thing--relative to what there is to know about them, I would never know shit about women. The few things I did know I should cling to though, like few teenage girls can wait through silence longer than I could.

"The team wants to kick Brianna off," Bailey told me. "I'm the captain and it's not a democracy, so if want to keep her, she stays."

"Janet 2.0," I said.

"Not even close," Bailey said. "Janet's dad didn't kill our friends or put them in the hospital."

"Marie and Stephanie will be visiting school next week," Janet said.

Brianna's face looked pained.

"Why are you still going to school here?" I asked her. "It's miracle your life isn't a shit hole yet, but when they come back for real, you're going to know hell."

"You don't have to talk to me to get off!" Brianna spat.

Bailey was off the seat and across the room in a second. She slapped Brianna so hard I saw stars. "Don't ever speak to him like that again! You don't want to be his bitch, say the word! You know what's going to happen."

Brianna rubbed her cheek as her eyes filled with tears. I gave her credit--she didn't let them fall.

"Apologize and answer his question." Bailey sat back down. Janet put a hand on Bailey's forearm.

"The only other high school in town is private," Brianna said without looking at me. "The insurance company won't pay out for the policy because of what my dad did. My mom can't afford private school or transportation back and forth for me to go to another town. I don't know whether she has even thought about me; she's fucking falling apart."

"You've been keeping the wolves at bay," I said to Bailey.

"For now! The pop-kids won't fuck with Bailey," Janet said. "Nobody else will do anything as long Brianna is still part of the team."

"You could be her friend, Bailey," I said. "She had nothing to do with it. You're victimizing her as much as her dad did."

Bailey met my eyes, "You can tell me not do anything to her and I won't. It wouldn't be because you saved my life either. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you; I promised whenever you wanted me and I didn't live up to it."

Bailey grabbed Janet's hand tightly. "You're right, Mateo. You're not my boyfriend. I wouldn't have spread that bitch's legs for Reggie!"

"If you tell her Brianna is off-limits, Bailey will leave her alone," Janet said. "But you can't ask her to get in front of the train that is going to run Brianna down."

"You'll do it if she agrees to what you want?" I asked Bailey.

"You know the game," Janet said before Bailey could respond. "You've been playing it with Reggie, Mateo. The reward has to be worth the fallout."

"You could still be painted with the same brush as Brianna," I told Bailey.

She raised an eyebrow, "It's not going to happen!"

"It could," I insisted.

"I'll need to borrow your toy," Bailey said, directing her eyes from me to Brianna. "Especially to get Marie and Stephanie on board. We can agree on a rental price, can't we?"

I didn't answer.

"Mateo, even if things go badly, I still get something I want," Bailey said. I did not want to pursue the thought of what Bailey wanted. Studying the girls, I accepted that Bailey and Janet's minds were made up. Part of it was about punishing Brianna for what happened, and I didn't believe I could turn them from it either.

"You don't have to do it," I told Brianna. "It's not bad being nobody at school."

"She was your friend," Brianna said, nodding at Janet. "I won't have anyone! The kids like you will take advantage if they have someone like me they can bully. My friends will be worse."

"Reggie and his little buddies will be nasty," Janet said with relish. "I would make sure you don't get caught in a room alone with them."

"That's not funny, Janet," I said.

"It was advice," she replied. "It wasn't Reggie and Company, but you know what happened to me."

Bailey and Brianna looked as if they wanted to ask.

"It wasn't like that," I told them.

"It was bad enough," Janet said staring at Brianna. "In fact, it was fucking horrible."

I pressed my lips together and reluctantly nodded.

"So I don't have a choice," Brianna said.

"Bullshit!" I replied. "You always had a choice. You have choices!"

"Then I choose this instead of what they'll do to me without Bailey!" Brianna jumped down from the bed. She grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head. Kicking off her shoes and socks, she undid the button of her jeans and pushed them down her legs. Turning around, she climbed back to the middle of the bed. She sat on her heels, spread her knees wide, and pushed her chest out at me.

I could bullshit; I want to bullshit and make myself look better.

It was about helping Brianna.

It was about keeping Janet and Bailey within some limits.

Bullshit and bullshit!

In that moment, it was about Brianna being teenage plush, curvy to the point of slight chub! Her tits were BIG, and the bra helped them put a beat-down on gravity. Her hips were babymaking--I don't care how many skinny bitches and gay designers think rail-thin works, it's bullshit! Babymaking hips are called that because they inspire guys to make babies! I hadn't gotten more than a glimpse of her ass in the panties, but if I agreed to Bailey's insanity, I'd be able to study Brianna's behind to my heart's content.

Bailey and Janet stripping each other didn't help my resolve not to be a douche bag! I'd never seen Janet naked. It seemed a little wrong to stare knowing her sexual preferences so I had to concentrate on Brianna. (Okay, that was bullshit too! I stared at every piece of naked or mostly naked flesh in the room, but with Janet I had to be careful not to be caught.)

Completely fascinated, Brianna watched the two girls. She glanced at me and must have decided I needed a bit more weight on the scale to decide things in her favor. She reached behind, popped the bra, and slid it down her arms. Her tits didn't need that much help against gravity. The slight downward fall made them more real to me. My second set of naked boobs! Actually, my third, although Janet's didn't really count since I wouldn't be touching them.

Brianna's breasts were perfectly capped with wide areola and thick nipples.

Bailey was standing in front of me. Her hands, of which there seemed to be more than two, removed my clothes efficiently. A hand cupped my testicles; another stroked my dick.

"Take her!" Bailey urged.

She climbed on the bed, pushed Brianna to her back, and took off the girl's panties.

"She's yours, Mateo!" Janet whispered in my ear. I turned around, she was standing on the chair, with both her hands on my shoulders. I was naked, standing in front of a naked Janet! It might sound like bullshit, but there's really only so much a male can take, and it's a LOT less for a teenage male. The girls were willing! Two of them were encouraging me to walk on the dark side. Come on!

A moment of clarity hit me as I leaned over Brianna; a second between me and selling my soul for pussy.

"You don't have to do it," I said to her. "I'll be your friend. I'll protect you if I have to."

Nobody ever learned why her father did it. He wasn't sick. He wasn't in bad financial straits. We would only have the fact that he killed five people. High school can be brutal, and Brianna would have gotten the worst of it, so maybe she did it out of fear. My opinion is different--like Bailey so unfairly putting some of the responsibility on her, Brianna wanted to be punished for it too.

Brianna shifted underneath me, bringing her legs up, and wrapping them around my thighs. I watched her hand travel down my stomach to grab my dick. She placed me carefully at her pussy and whispered to me, "Push!"

I've heard that pussy is pussy, so I pray--Lord, let me fuck one less new pussy than it takes to believe all pussy is the same.

Brianna felt like golden, warm honey. It had been more than two weeks without feeling my dick surrounded by the wet heat of a woman. I wouldn't last, but it would be more bullshit to say it had anything to do with the lull in my sex life. The girl was made for sex! The sounds she made as I fucked into her, pulled back, and fucked into her again. The way her hips moved to accept my thrusts and added pleasure by grinding as I hit bottom. Her hands stroked my arms, encouraging me to be a man, to take all the pleasure her body could give. Another thrust and I held my hips against her!

"Oh God!" I gasped.

"Yes!" Brianna hissed and moving her hips in circles. My cum adding heat to her insides triggered Brianna's orgasm. She moved desperately, trying to extend her pleasure one more second away from what her life had become.

Janet and Bailey were on the love seat, too engrossed with each other to notice the action on the bed had come to a natural end. I lay next to Brianna, watching the two girls. A sudden tenseness to Brianna's body made me turn towards her. I did not like the look on her face!

"Fuck!" I said, getting up and sitting on the chair Janet had moved for me. Brianna didn't notice; she was too busy watching the girls and planning. She wouldn't pay attention to what I had to say at that moment so I waited for the action to finish.

"Did you have fun?" Bailey asked later. Her voice didn't leave any doubt about what she thought my answer would be.

I surprised her.

"You're thinking," I said to Brianna.

"What?" all three girls said; Bailey and Janet in surprise, Brianna in guilt.

"You're thinking," I said. "Stop it!"

"What's going on?" Janet asked me. Bailey's forehead creased as she stared at Brianna.

"I gave you a chance," I told Brianna. "Bailey gave you a chance. I'll be friendly and give you another one. You don't have to do it, just leave. Believe me, you can deal with the worst your friends and the rest will do to you. Fuck, girl! If you play the sympathy card, you can get the school district to bus you to another school."

"What's going on?" Janet asked.

"She thinking that knowing about you and Bailey gives her a card to play," I said. "Tell everybody else Bailey likes to rug munch and her daddy killing five people will blow away."

The last part hit Brianna below the belt. Janet laughed, a little cruelly. Bailey snickered as she looked at me, "It wouldn't work."

Brianna's back straightened. and her eyes flashed angrily.

"What's really pissing you off?" Bailey asked me.

"If you had kept her for yourself, she wouldn't think twice about crossing you. I doubt she'd even think once," I said. "If Reggie were sitting here ... he wouldn't be sitting here. He'd be standing with her tongue up his ass because her focus would be on becoming his favorite. Brianna, between you and Bailey, there's no competition, even Reggie isn't that stupid."

"But it's me in the chair," I continued. "The nobody! So she's thinking hard about how she can play it to get out of it."

"For a guy who says he doesn't mind being a nobody, you get pissed off about it a lot," Janet said. "I think maybe you're bullshitting and you'd really rather be one of the popular kids."

Janet didn't deserve it; none of them did but the grief counselor pissed me off and Brianna added to it. I was also angry about Bailey ignoring me in favor of Janet.

"Being nobody is better than what all of you are," I said, staring at Janet. "You've let everyone define who you are by what you are. A lesbian! I thought we weren't closer because of me, but it's been you this whole time."

None of them wanted to fill the silence as I looked from girl to girl until my eyes fell on Bailey.

"You throw every 'what' you can get your hands on at people so you can hide who you are," I told her. "The cheerleader didn't make me think we were more than fuck-buddies, you did. I wouldn't give the captain of the cheerleading team the time of day. But a stone-bitch who'll bend one of her own over for me, I'm fucking on that! Let me ask you, Bailey, didn't you tell the grief-idiot about me to stop her digging into you?"

I didn't wait for her to answer.

"And you WANT to be defined by one thing," I said to Brianna. The disgust was clear in my voice. "I'm a popular cheerleader! Yippee-kayay!"

"Do you have the balls to turn that on yourself?" Janet screamed at me.

The smile stopped her. "It's why I hate what you've done to yourselves. Why am I here, Janet?"

Brianna's eyes watched Bailey and Janet.

"Tell me, Janet," I said, widening the smile. "Could anyone know who I am without knowing what I am? Even if they knew everything else. My crush on you. The way I feel when Bailey comes. How much I love the way she licks the underside of my cock crown? How badly it still hurts that my mom died? Why I really hate Reggie and his fucking friends?"

I bit the inside of my lip, "No, they can't--but once they know what I am, for them, it's who I am. You've seen it at Unico."

I watched Janet and Bailey deflate. Brianna opened her mouth but thought better of it when the girls' eyes snapped to her.

"Being nobody is fine," I said to no one in particular.

"Mateo, what you are has benefits." Bailey's entire body appeared focused on me. "I'm proof."

"I accept the way things have to be," I told her gently. "I'm sorry, you didn't deserve that from me. Most of the time, it's fine ... fuck, a lot more than most of the time!"

"And some times it's great," Janet said, running one finger around her nipple while her other hand stroked Bailey's thigh.

I looked away. It was one thing to like Janet and another to watch why it would never be anything more than my feelings for her.

"That bitch really pissed you off, didn't she?" Bailey asked. I knew she was talking about the grief counselor. I decided the question didn't need an answer; I'd already tried to do enough damage.

"They know me, Brianna," I said to girl on the bed. "I have a great friend and the best secret girlfriend I can imagine."

"I'm not Reggie. I'm not Bailey. I'm not any your friends," I continued. "You don't have to pick me, but playing at it and trying to fuck the girls over won't work. Janet has been honest about everything except her relationship with Bailey. So when you play your card, Janet will lie and everyone will believe her. Hell, even if they don't believe her, they'll pretend to, because feeding on you is a lot easier than trying to take a bite out of Bailey."

"Of course, you could tell them about me too. Reggie will surely believe you." I laughed. "That's about it though, isn't it? Probably easier to convince people that Janet and Bailey are doing it."

"He'll lie about it too," Bailey said, walking over to my chair and taking my hand. "I bet to protect me--he would even stop having sex with me."

"I wouldn't go that far," Janet said.

Bailey pulled on my hand until I stood up. She walked me over to the love seat. Janet was sitting with her legs wide open. Bailey turned me around and pushed down on my shoulders until I sat between Janet's legs.

"You're right," Janet told Bailey as she hugged her arms around me. "He's so warm! Like I never knew I was cold until I pressed against him like this."

She dragged me back, trying to get the maximum skin-to-skin contact. Her nipples were bullets against my back.

"What are you doing?" I whispered to Janet.

"Brianna has to know who is the boss," Janet replied softly. Her hands caressed their way down my chest, to my stomach, then lower. Janet grabbed my dick in both hands!

Bailey knelt at my feet and pushed my knees apart. She leaned down to take the head of my dick in her mouth. Janet stroked my dick.

"Janet!" I said, trying to keep my voice low enough for Brianna not to hear the protest.

Both girls stopped and looked at Brianna.

"He'll be good to you," Janet said to her. "Better than anybody else will ever be, but I have a feeling if you fuck with his bitches it's going to be worse than you could imagine. Think about it, girl, a dyke gives him handjobs!"

Not before that moment!

"I'm going to name you Chubby," Bailey said to Brianna.

"What?" Brianna and I asked.

"As in 'She Gives My Master A Chubby," Bailey said.

"Bailey likes ponygirl play," Janet announced. "My horsey name is Spirit."

I don't know who was shocked more, Brianna or me. Although maybe with Brianna, it was mortification and offense at being given the name Chubby.

"You're fucking with me, right?" I asked Janet. I didn't want Bailey to answer the question because then I'd have to believe it. I was not ready for that episode of 'A Teenage Girl's Life'.

"As sure as my hands are on your dick," Janet replied with a squeeze.

"I'm not a hundred percent positive on that either," I said.

I looked down at Bailey who was back to work with her tongue on my dick. Considering how happy she looked doing it, I had to think maybe the ponygirl thing was true. What else did Bailey like?

"What's your ... horsey ... name?" I asked when blue eyes peered up at me.

"You're her owner, dummy," Janet said, squeezing my dick hard as she stroked. "You have to give her one."

"Master?" The combination of Janet's hands and Bailey's tongue made the two syllable words tough to get out.

"Freak!" Brianna yelled. "That's her name, Fucking Freak! You're worse than the muff diver!"

I didn't care anymore; all she added was distraction when I REALLY wanted to pay attention to what the girls were doing. Janet said 'gives him handjobs', as in maybe this would be happening again so I could let go!

"Just leave, Brianna!" I said. "Whatever happens to you, fuck it! I don't care about you! I don't care about your fucking friends! Get the fuck out!"

I closed my eyes and leaned back against Janet. She was angling her lower body, rubbing her pussy against my back. Bailey forced my dick deep into her mouth. Janet jacked the base of my dick as Bailey sucked hard.

"So hot," Janet whispered. "So hot!"

Three became one.

When we found our bodies again, Brianna was gone.



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Chapter 3

A whole lot of shit went south in the next two weeks.

I tried apologizing to Bailey and Janet for attacking them about their public masks. It lasted until the part about wishing they had not shared so much with the grief counselor or at least not given permission to talk to me about it.

Janet lost her mind!

Bailey gave permission and, trying to avoid being caught in the lava erupting out of Janet, admitted she wanted to redirect the counselor's attention away from herself.

Janet had only mentioned my being on the field in passing, as it related to her experience being there when people she knew died. Janet had, and I quote, 'ABSOLUTELY NOT GIVEN THAT FUCKING CUNT PERMISSION TO GUT MY SOUL FOR A BOY!'

It got so ugly and loud we forgot about Brianna. At least I did, evidence showed Bailey considered Janet capable of handling the counselor so she kept an eye on the little, almost-chubby fish trying to wiggle off the hook.

There must have been some calls made over the weekend because on Monday morning, I was pulled out of homeroom and walked into the principal's office. Janet, her parents, Bailey, her dad, the grief counselor, a woman I didn't recognize but who gave the distinct impression of being a lawyer, an older gentleman who personified smarmy, and my stepparents were sitting around the room. I knew it would hit the fan when the lawyer lady gave up her chair for me. My butt barely touched the seat when the fireworks went off.

Someone had turned Janet into a pint-sized vampire with a thirst only gallons of blood could sate. I wondered why no one ever published that a key vampire skill is to cry on cue to garner sympathy and have people open the veins of the intended victim.

I gleaned some important knowledge from the meeting.

Smarmy school administrators love hearing the word 'just' when someone has them bent over a barrel. Janet 'just' wanted everyone's session tapes destroyed and the bitch gone!

Bailey didn't need to be the center of all things. Curiously, she might have been better suited to being the one who sharpened the axe, drew the cut lines, and made sure the lumberjacks were limber before chopping away.

My stepfather was utterly unfazed by news that Bailey and I were fuck-buddies. This was at odds with the Double-Step's (my stepmother) reaction. She stared from Bailey to me to Bailey to me, again and again, trying to make the math work. She interrupted the shouting match a couple of times trying to get clarification until Bailey provided an unnecessarily graphic explanation. I don't care how close you're NOT with your parents or anyone in a parental role, hearing the words 'He fucks me raw!' in front of them will be embarrassing. Not to mention, Bailey's dad was sitting next to me. By unfazed, I don't mean the male-Step knew about Bailey beforehand, he was simply not surprised ... at all, like every high school nobody is a card carrying member of the Cheerleaders' Secret Fuck-Buddies Club.

Thankfully, Janet got what she wanted since I had no desire to shock the Double-Step by defending her shoulder-to-shoulder with my stepfather while my vampire-friend ate everyone else in the room, especially when the vampire got to Bailey and things got blood-sexual. I wasn't sure the Double-Step's mind could handle it if a confirmed lesbian stripped me naked to play with my penis. It had only happened once, but a boy can hope and pray!

I can't say the Janet-Bomb was part of Bailey's plan; mostly because no one has ever confirmed or denied Bailey had a plan. I can only speak to the results--folks who should have known better did not catch a situation that was worse than the newly made vampire wanting to feed.

Later, I would be told by Janet that Brianna did try to stir up trouble. She used the weekend to seed rumors about Bailey and me, Bailey and Janet, also about Janet and me. (It was one time!) The rumors were bubbling to the surface when they ran into something which nuked the entire cauldron area. Marie and Stephanie, the cheerleaders who survived getting hit by the truck, stopped by for a visit. The moment they caught sight of Brianna, everyone had the same realization. I believe people who weren't there felt the moment of contact and understood what 'bad fucking idea' really means.

The girls lost their minds! Marie to fear, actually gibbering as she tried to take flight. I swear on a stack of bibles as humanly high as it is possible to stack them, the girl gibbered! Stephanie was from the 'fight' side of the equation, springing out of the wheelchair towards Brianna. The girl collapsed on the floor but crawled at her intended murder victim. No one was prepared for it so I don't know what would have happened if the second odd reaction of the day had not occurred. Marie and Stephanie caught sight of me and stopped--six hundred miles an hour to zero in the blink of an eye! Being nobody served me well as no one noticed what caught their attention, except Bailey.

I knew Bailey would keep whatever she thought about the girls' reaction to herself because Brianna was waiting at my locker when the final school bell rang for the day. The curvy brunette did not bother with shyness or pretending at any kind of reluctance. She told me Bailey made it perfectly clear the decision she made in Janet's room stood; I would have to accept Brianna for Bailey to lift an eyebrow to keep the wolves at bay. Brianna did not intend to let me leave school grounds without doing everything she could to swing my will in her favor. She spent the afternoon preparing the drama club's storeroom for a rendezvous, including viewing chairs for Bailey and Janet.

The first shoulder massage on Bailey set things in motion; Brianna accelerated them.

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I was bleeding in shark infested waters. Look at the pretty fins--must be girl sharks!

Nobody had to tell me Bailey thought of me more as the boyfriend no one ever met because he was in college or in the military. What I didn't know was how Brianna fit into the picture? I, sort of, doubt any normal male can hear the woman he regularly has sex with say 'I want you to fuck her! I love to watch!' without thinking 'FIRE! STOP! DROP! ROLL! FIRE! ROLL FOR YOUR LIFE! ROLL FOR YOUR LIFE!!!' (Okay, that's probably not his first thought, but if he's not a complete douche he'll get there.)

Janet and the handjob! Seriously, what the fuck could I say? My lesbian best friend handled my wee-wee and seemed to like it. If my relationship with the Steps is viewed objectively, I wasn't a kid interested in talking about things, so if Janet didn't bring it up (no pun intended!) I would not be delving into what it meant.

Left to my own devices, I might have had sex with Brianna a few times, keeping mostly faithful to Bailey. The worst I could have done was gone tit-for-tat, fucking Brianna only after a confirmed get-together between Bailey and Janet. Brianna turned a blind eye and deaf ear to any misgivings in my body language or coming out of my mouth. She would live up to her end of the bargain if she had to drag me behind her. By my penis! By Thursday night, I'd convinced myself Brianna's sexual aggression equated to willingness.

My first exercise of power had to do with Brianna's clothing. Shit rolled downhill quickly when she showed up at school the next day wearing black sweatpants with no panties and a sweater with no bra. I knew what wasn't on underneath because she allowed an inspection in a janitor's closet before homeroom period. More than likely, it was a mistake on my part. Not the inspection, duh! The whole clothing thing. I couldn't keep my eyes off her. Brianna had the package goods; large soft breasts, the round hips, and the ass. It was all there, under one layer of clothing, naked.

Naked and mine!

Bailey and Janet couldn't have found the situation funnier, especially after they handed me two sets of panties and bras. Oh, Jesus! Brianna caught on and found a silver lining to the cloud, getting to freely sharpen her sexual claws on me. By lunch, I was well-done and by three pm I was burnt crispy. I didn't care who saw me when I grabbed Brianna's arm to drag her into one of the secret spots she'd shown me.

I locked the door behind me. She was smiling as she stared at me. Her hips moved slowly in a circle, dancing to a tune we couldn't hear but our bodies felt.

"Did you want something, Master?"

Bailey used the word as a joke--I thought, maybe even hoped though I have no idea what I was hoping for or against. It was the first time Brianna did, and she wasn't aiming for humor either. My first sexual experience with Brianna had not been great for her, but I'd shown marked improvement. I wouldn't say she was willing, not deep down inside, nor could I say she was completely unwilling anymore, not when talking about the sex.

She didn't undress. The girls knew I took great joy in touching skin as I exposed it. Her hands opened my jeans as I touched her waist to trace the line of her sweatpants around her body. Brianna had my cock out and the jeans at my ankles in a few seconds. She was always quick in taking off my clothes, it let her lie back and enjoy my touch.

I loved her hips, their rounded curve as my palm traced them to push her sweatpants down. I liked Brianna naked when we had sex but the knowing, watching, and waiting had been too much. The moment the sweats cleared her ass; I lifted Brianna to the table at the back of the room. I grabbed her ankles to point them at the ceiling.

I was inside her!

She kept her sweatpants on the entire time I thrust into her. Grabbing them, she pulled on them to change the angle of her hips, taking me deeper. Being watched, knowing what it meant for later, and waiting affected Brianna too. She'd never been so into it, lifting her hips to add force to my thrusts. My hands grabbed her hips. She let go of her sweatpants to put her hands on top of mine. Her nails dug into my wrists, urging me to fuck her harder. I did! Letting loose all the frustration of the day into Brianna.

I felt her orgasm. Her entire body tightened as her pussy locked down on my cock. I had been moving outward; instinct drove me back in. Brianna gasped, moving her hips to rub the head of my dick against her depth. My hands gripped those perfect hips as tight as I could.

"Fuck yes!" I groaned. My cock vibrated and expanded. Brianna gasped again when I sprayed her insides with cum. My hips jerked as I painted her with more semen.

Bailey had me beat in the brains department, so did Janet for that matter, but I'm not stupid! The day before Brianna needed to be forced (by Bailey) to orally clean my genital area after coitus with her (Brianna). Less than twenty-fours later, Brianna flowed from the table to sit on her heels, grabbed my cock, and without so much as a grimace sucked the head. Mind you, not being stupid doesn't mean I didn't take a hundred and eighty seconds to enjoy her mouth and tongue on my well-fucked cock. Eventually, I took a step back and looked down at her. She kept a grip on my cock, inching forward to kiss the head.

"You're coming over this weekend, right?" she asked softly.

Oh!

"Hmm, well." I didn't quite know how to put it. "Bailey and Janet like to say girls mature faster than boys. The ponygirl thing is a little ... I'm not fucking ready for that shit! I want to see you all in some leather but not so much with the horsetailed buttplugs!"

She moved closer, leaning forward to grab my hips and take my dick as deep into her mouth as she had ever managed.

"If you come, they won't do it." She kissed the tip of my dick.

Double Oh!

"Of course Bailey will do it if I'm there," I replied. "She wants me to be her rider, remember? She rides you girls, and I ride her. Since somewhere in her mind I might need to be ridden, I'll pass! Until I grow up enough to have that conversation with her, I will have homework to do every pony weekend."

She lifted my dick out of the way and spent a little time licking my testicles. Oh God!

"Not if you want to do something else with me," she said. Brianna took the head of my dick into her mouth and sucked it like a straw. Popping it out, she continued, "Bailey said I'm yours, not hers."

Obviously, Brianna decided on a new strategy--Bailey to protect her from our classmates and me to protect her from Bailey. She should have known better than to try corralling me into reining in Bailey. The power thing though, she'd worn exactly what I told her!

"What do I get?" I asked. She put both hands on my dick and stroked it. "Bailey already gave you to me, Brianna."

She sat back, staring up at me.

"I want to fuck Bailey in the ass," I told her. Truth is, until that very moment, I hadn't given it much thought, but I figured Brianna would take to my dick in HER ass more easily if it would lead to a little anal discomfort in Bailey's future. "I bet if I do it with you, Bailey will do it too."

Brianna's eyes widened as she reached behind to grab her asscheeks. It was an utterly delicious moment in my life! I don't know how long the silence lasted. I wasn't bored though, watching her thoughts express themselves in her eyes and on her face entertained me immensely. I don't believe I expected her to say yes. I mean, what Bailey wanted was mostly a girl-thing and something one of the members of our group (me) wanted nothing to do with or hear about. Clip-clop, no fucking thank you! To accept my proposition, Brianna would have to capitulate completely to my 'ownership' and do so in front of the entire group.

"You have to give me a massage first." She flipped her hair and raised her chin proudly.

I'd won but ... It was the entitled attitude again! Like she was doing me a favor when she could have chosen to use that pride to survive whatever the other kids threw at her. I pulled up my pants to zip and button them.

"What?" she said, reaching out to me. "I said yes."

I crouched down and stared into her eyes. "I'm not negotiating with you, Brianna. You're not coming off the pedestal of high school popularity to lie with the school pig. You wanted Bailey to do something for you; I was the price. You want me to do something for you; I want your ass. Actually, I want my cock in Bailey's ass. I want you to make her think it's the best thing since I fucked her at the Retreat. You don't have to do it. Any of it! To be perfectly honest, I don't get why you do. You're free to say no and play Bailey's games this weekend. Janet seems to like them, maybe you will too, Chubby."

She slapped me, "I'M NOT FAT!"

"Hunnh." I touched my cheek. She hadn't put anything into it so she just wanted me to shut up.

"It's not like that." She looked around the room; I could see her eyes filling with tears. "Bailey was trying to talk Janet into letting you give her a massage. Bailey said when you did it to her at the Retreat, it was like she was and wasn't in her body at the same time. She couldn't think about anything except your hands on her. Her mind could only really observe. You were in control! When it came to the sex, she didn't have a choice because you made everything inside her want it. I don't know; she couldn't explain it. I can't sleep, Mateo."

She met my eyes. I reached out and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

"I lie in bed and I see him. I think about him. I can't stop thinking about him. I see my friends getting hit by the truck. I see him getting out and it's my dad! I want to ... I don't want to think about it anymore. Just for a little while, please!"

Brianna leaned forward, pressing her forehead against my chest.

"After the massages and sex at the Retreat, Bailey slept like a child. She said it was like being four years old with her mom and dad coming in to kiss her goodnight. Peacefully! I want to sleep, Mateo!"

She sobbed once, held her breath, and proceeded to have a full breakdown: screams, punching, begging, and a river of tears.

I wasn't the best with emotional outbursts. Janet went so far as to call me an insensitive lout, though she might have been biased against males. Lout or not, I couldn't abandon ship on Brianna so I let her scream and punch me, as well as soak my shirt. (Her shirt after she wiped her nose on the sleeve.) When she recovered, I offered to lie to Bailey by saying Brianna and I were going to spend the weekend hanging out and banging at Brianna's apartment.

"What about next weekend?" Brianna asked, pulling up her sweatpants and standing up. "Or the weekend after that?"

"Look," I replied. "We've had sex. Bailey can't say you didn't live up to deal if I stop."

"But she can stop seeing you until you get back on board."

"So?" I shrugged. "I like her, but we're not dating. Not really! It's sex, and she has a lot more of it than I do when you consider Janet."

"I don't get it," Brianna said. "Bailey Rose and ... you! How? Why?"

I got up and walked to the door.

"Wait!" Brianna stood and ran to grab my arm. "I'm sorry, Mateo. I didn't mean it that way."

"Yes, you did," I replied. "I'll come to Janet's apartment tonight. Let me know how you want to play it. If you want to stop, I'll take care of Bailey."

They were waiting for me. The massage table told me what Brianna decided. I guess she didn't trust me not to back out of my offer when the chips were down. Bailey's reaction to the scenario was somewhat disturbing in that she didn't have one. None whatsoever! No questions. No pouting. No nasty looks at Brianna for having outmaneuvered her on the ponygirl thing. Bailey and Janet sat on the bed as if watching me give a massage was a spectator sport. With Bailey's controlling nature, I would have thought ... actually, I didn't want to pursue any thinking in the area of Bailey's thinking.

I didn't know how to give a non-healing massage or a seductive one which this was going to be. I had the idea Brianna would appreciate a liberal application of lubricant in her hinny, but the rest was in the air. Or it would have been if Brianna's mental state were not reflected in the tension of her body. I decided I didn't need to be seductive; relaxing was what Brianna wanted anyway.

After warming up the oil by rubbing my hands, I placed my right palm on Brianna's bellybutton.

"You're so warm," she whispered.

I put my left hand on her forehead, "Ssshh! No more thinking."

At best, I would say Brianna came to think of anal sex as a part of her 'be good to me' sexual repertoire. She tolerated it well enough but didn't have the mental bend to enjoy it. She went so far as to use my desire to occasionally stick it up her butt to tease me and gave it up if it went that far. She never initiated the act though.

Bailey lost her mind!

I was right. Bailey immediately wanted to try it after seeing me do Brianna. She didn't even care about the massage. The moment the crown of my dick passed Bailey's anal ring something clicked. With my cock fully seated in her ass, Bailey understood her place in the world.

I'm not saying there is some mystical shit about doing a girl's ass. From my perspective and with no offense to the gay dudes, dick and pussy are made for each other--literally. It's a special and not too common lady, even with my powers who loves taking it in the behind. Take my word for it, a woman who loves it when I push her knees by her ears and slam her pussy is a significantly easier scavenger hunt. At least for me, the thing about anal sex is the perceived act of submission, kind of like standing over a girl while she's on her knees sucking your dick. I think the submissiveness of it is what rang Bailey's bells too. We tried it a few times over the weekend, culminating in a position on Sunday night that seriously topped my sexual experience to that point. I was below Bailey, thrusting up into her ass. Bailey's hands kept Brianna's face pressed against her pussy. My hands massaged Bailey's breasts as Janet licked and sucked her nipples.

I got a glimpse into the real Bailey Rose--dominant and dominated.

Mystical or not, the assfucking changed things. Mostly, we'd gotten away with our secret because people, and kids especially, see what they want to see and don't see what they don't expect to see. Like Brianna, no one in their right mind would have put Bailey and me together in the same bed. But, if there's a teenage boy out there who can fuck a girl in the ass and not have it show on his face when he sees her in the school hallway, I feel sorry for him. I couldn't do it; Bailey could not do it either. Brianna wasn't much better. Everyone knew something was going on between Bailey and me. She smiled differently at me. She touched me. Janet said she talked about me to her friends (not about the sex but I came up in conversation which was weird enough in their eyes). I denied anything and everything when folks asked, though I must not have been a very good actor. Who could blame me--Bailey Rose came HARD with my dick in her ass!

First in the 'know it' crowd had always been Reggie. Having our behavior change to confirm his knowledge did not put him in a better mood! From what I heard, some of his friends got a little of their own back by asking repeatedly if there was something going on between Bailey and me. Reggie finally boiled over in the cafeteria. He made no attempt to hide his action as he reached under my tray and dumped it on me. Turkey chili all over my shirt! Bailey and Brianna didn't help, jumping to my defense by verbally lambasting him.

I took the rest of the lunch period to go home and change. Unfortunately, I made the idiotic decision to go back to school. If I had put some thought into it, I would have realized the girls' verbal lashing put cement shoes on any doubts Reggie or anyone else would have had and threw them in the river. Walking down the hallway between seventh and eighth period, I was thinking about a session with both Brianna and Bailey in the janitor's closet to make myself feel better when I got launched face first into a locker!

"Watch where you're going, loser!" Reggie yelled. Everyone turned around. Reggie stood there, looking at me, on the cusp of something more violent.

"Come on, dude," one of his friend said when a teacher stepped out of her classroom.

I watched Reggie's back as I touched my face. My fingers came back wet.

The clock said thirty-two minutes. Four eight-minute quarters that I had to watch Reggie run back and forth on the basketball court. With timeouts and the rest of the sports crap, I'd be looking at the asshole for over an hour. Sometimes being fuck-buddies with a cheerleader sucked! Okay, maybe suck was a strong word, sometimes being fuck-buddies with a cheerleader ... shit! Reggie, you fucking asshole!

"Are you okay?" Janet asked. She had no issues coming to watch her fuck-buddy in action. "I heard Reggie slammed you into a locker or something."

"What do you call Brianna?" I asked her.

"What?"

"I mean you two aren't sex-friends or fuck-buddies since I have to tell her every time to do it with you," I said. Reggie was doing some sort of stretching exercises and talking to a couple of the cheerleaders.

"Only twice," Janet grumbled. "Wouldn't it be easier if you told her she's my bitch when you're not around?"

"You before Bailey?" I said turning to her. "I'm not stupid, plus she already does what Bailey wants when I'm not there so I don't have to say anything."

"Asking Bailey is like I'm telling her I want to cheat on her," she replied.

"Say what?"

"You know what I mean."

"No, I don't." Lowering my voice I continued, "How could you cheat on her when there's a Bailey and me?"

She elbowed me in the ribs, "You thought the same thing!"

"True," I said thoughtfully. "No ponygirl stuff, okay? Or any other weird stuff."

"Seriously?" she asked.

I shrugged, turning back to watch Reggie. He stood up to get hugs from his female fans. "It was all Bailey's idea anyway. Maybe I'll get to see you and Brianna together. You and Bailey ... like wow!"

She stuck her elbow in my side again.

I looked at the clock and back at Reggie. The clock. Reggie. It felt like at the football game, but my left eye instead of my right. My head hurt as if my brain were trying to expand out of the skull. The pain spun! Slowly it shrank, focusing on my left eye, smaller and tighter until it felt like the center of my iris were getting hit by a laser. I turned my head, sighting on Reggie with the left eye. I closed the right eye. The pain grew exponentially! Too much! I closed the eye to end the pain.

Saying Reggie had a bad game was the understatement of the school year. Everything that could go wrong for him did, so much so I felt bad for him. Coming off the bench for the beginning of the game, he tripped over his feet and face-planted. The opposing team fans almost fell out of the bleachers laughing. Things got worse! For instance, I didn't know there was an alternative definition for a no-look pass--it's where the guy the ball is passed to isn't looking and catches it with his face.

Reggie threw so many air balls the coach pulled him in the second quarter. They tried again in the third quarter. Somehow, things got uglier. We watched as three of Reggie's passes in a row went to an opposing player. The coach finally gave up and sat Reggie for the rest of the game.

Outside the gym, someone yelled, "Mateo, wait!"

Janet and I turned around. We had been waiting for Bailey. Magdalena was running towards us, with Bailey hard on her heels.

"You did that!" Magdalena yelled, shoving me. "It was an important game! I know what Reggie did, but it wasn't fair to the rest of us! We needed to win the game, Mateo."

"Don't touch him like that!" Bailey grabbed Magdalena's arm and pulled her back.

"You saw what he did!" Magdalena screamed at the girls.

"I was sitting next to him the whole game, Maggie," Janet said, stepping in front of me. "He didn't do anything."

"Yes, he did!"

Her tone of voice made Janet and Bailey look at me with a question in their eyes.

"He cursed Reggie."



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Chapter 4

The First Rule of The Cheerleaders' Secret Fuck-Buddies Club: You do not talk about The Cheerleaders' Secret Fuck-Buddies Club.

The Second Rule of The Cheerleaders' Secret Fuck-Buddies Club: You do not curse star athletes.

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Sitting down, I avoided the eyes staring at me. I'm not friendly in the male department, but I could have used another guy in the room.

Magdalena lived in an apartment with her mother and grandmother. From the living room size, the place couldn't be very big. Magdalena's mother owned a gym and sank every penny into being competitive with the brand names. Rent-controlled was powerful voodoo in their lives.

I looked at each female in turn: Bailey, Janet, Magdalena, and Magdalena's grandmother. I hoped the last would have some answers for me. The old woman was studying Bailey. I'd been known to spend time learning the minutiae of my favorite blonde in the whole wide world, never quite in such clinical terms though. If Granny pulled out scalpels, questions or not, I'd be running!

The old lady picked up the remote control and turned on the TV. I watched as she flipped through screens until she found what she wanted. We watched a slow motion replay of the football field incident. Like with every event involving kids and parents, people had been filming. Incredibly, everyone with a camera had the brains to run when the bullets started flying, but the truck portion was well documented. Having been there, I didn't need to watch it over and over again so I avoided the news shows.

I watched and remembered. Granny replayed a section and then replayed it again. We watched the scene where Bailey's head turned towards the truck before she jumped to save two of her friends.

"La puta del Diablo no se mata tan facil," the old woman said to Bailey.

"Abuela!" Magdalena hissed.

I was stopped from saying anything by Bailey's raised hand.

"What did she say?" Janet asked.

"You don't kill the devil's whore that easily," Bailey said. She raised an eyebrow at us. "What? I'm supposed to waste my high school language classes. I spent last summer in Barcelona."

"You're in high school," I said. "We don't do summers in Spain."

"Daddy wanted time with his girlfriend. And let's be honest, you could summer wherever you wanted," Bailey told me. She smiled at the old woman before continuing, "A whole summer in my ass! Can you imagine that, Mateo?"

Shot across the bow answered! The old woman smiled back.

"What does she mean?" Janet asked.

Bailey raised an eyebrow, "You're the one that calls me Mateo's personal slut; puta should be self-explanatory."

"I got that part, puta!" Janet replied. "What does she mean you can't be killed easily?"

The old woman pointed at the TV and replayed the Bailey scene again. Janet's brow furrowed; she gestured for another replay. Granny did a frame by frame slow-mo. Janet turn to meet Bailey's smiling eyes.

"I'm perfect, baby!" Bailey said. "He made me that way."

Janet shook her head slowly.

"Come on, Janet! You know me. You know my body," Bailey said, staring at her friend intensely. "I haven't had a pimple since the first massage. I'm so healthy I should glow."

Janet shook her head even more slowly.

"Janet, dammit!" Bailey exclaimed. "Think about Brianna--she was hot before, now she's a walking dick pump. Her tits are too big to openly defy gravity, but they've started doing it."

Janet turned to me. I winced and shrugged.

"What did you do, Mateo?" she asked.

The old woman must not have liked Janet's tone of voice, "No le hables asi en mi casa!"

"Don't talk to him like that," Magdalena translated for Janet.

"In her home," Bailey added. "I would appreciate if you didn't use that tone with him in my presence either, Janet. If we're all going to admit the truth, then let's be honest."

Janet's eyes almost popped out of her head. She took a deep breath. Running a fingertip over her teeth, she looked at me until she calmed down. "What did you do to Bailey and Brianna, Mateo?"

"Cada persona se esta muriendo," the old woman told Janet. "Asi es la vida."

"Everybody is dying," Magdalena said. "That's life."

"Con el, mueres un poco menos."

"With him, you die a little less." Magdalena stared at me.

"Slower," Bailey said. "Because my body is a lot better equipped to fight."

"Is he the Devil?" Janet asked Magdalena's grandmother.

"Puede ser."

"He could be." Magdalena didn't take her eyes off me.

"Pero el Diablo era un angel."

"The Devil was an angel," Janet guessed.

The old woman nodded.

"Esa no lo va ayudar." The old woman said, pointing her chin at Bailey. "Si esta a su lado, no le importa lo de mas."

Janet looked at Bailey.

"I'm not going to help him choose," Bailey said. "Demon or Saint, I don't care as long I'm with him."

"You're all crazy," Janet said. "You most of fucking all, Bailey."

The old woman and Bailey shared a look. The old woman had Bailey pegged, but it also felt like Bailey found a kindred soul.

"What is he?" Janet asked the old woman.

"Por aqui lo llamen un Gran Cura, pero su familia dicen el Verdadero Cura," the old woman replied.

"People around her call him a Great Healer," Magdalena said. "His family says a True Healer."

"His family?" Bailey leaned forward.

"El septimo hijo de un septimo hijo en su family tiene poder como pocos debajo de los ojos de mi Dios."

Bailey sat back.

"What?" Janet said, looking desperately between us.

"The seventh son of a seventh son in my family is special," I said.

"You knew? And that bullshit legend is true?"

"Yes, Janet," I said. "And yes, Janet."

"Esa mujeres!" Granny said with a hard shake of her head. "Como les robo tu mama el poder."

"My mother didn't steal anything." My voice flattened.

She didn't look like she believed me.

"The women in his family have a small part of his powers," Magdalena told Bailey and Janet. "The direct daughters of a curandero like Mateo."

"Are there female Mateos?" Janet asked. "I mean ... you know what I mean!"

"Se llaman Gran Curas, pero todos saben la verdad," the grandmother replied. "Ninguna pudiera lo menor que le ha hecho a su puta."

"They call themselves Great Healers, but everybody knows the truth, not a single woman in his family could do the least he's done to me." Bailey turned from Janet to look at the old woman. "Not even the pimples?"

The old woman looked at her granddaughter.

"Ni las espinillas," Magdalena said, drawing a circle around her face with a finger.

The old woman laughed, "Te las pueden quitar pero el las prevenido. Mira muchachita, estabas enferma, no?"

"She says they could make pimples go away, but Mateo prevents them. She also asked whether I was sick." Bailey said. She met the old woman's stare. "My mother died of cancer. Mateo diagnosed me, and my mother's doctor agreed."

The old woman nodded when Bailey couldn't continue. "Te curo."

"Yes, he healed me."

"Lo sabes?"

"I know it." Bailey said. "After Mateo, my doctor couldn't find anything. She thinks the initial tests were wrong. She doesn't really believe it though."

"Si tuvieras dies de sus hijas, o cien, o mil, o todas que a vivido trabajando juntas para ti, todavia estuvieras muriendo de esa malicia."

Bailey nodded.

"This is getting old," Janet complained.

"You didn't have to come," Bailey replied coldly.

"If ten, a hundred, a thousand, or even all the daughters of his family that ever lived tried to help Bailey, the cancer would still be killing her," Magdalena said.

"Oh!" Janet said, exhaling all the air from her lungs. "That's fucking unfair!"

"Es lo que es," the old woman said. "Ay mas mujeres que pueden ayudar los enfermos, que importa que Dios le a dado mas a el. Ninguna mujer puede ser el Demonio tampoco! Y lo que yo viera ser por ese pocito de poder."

"It is what it is. There's more women who can help the sick; who cares that God gave Mateo more power. The women can't do the evil he can either and that's a blessing to them. Plus my grandmother would have done anything for even that little bit of power."

Janet pressed her lips together while she stared at Magdalena.

"Las mujeres saben la verdad," Magadalena's grandmother said. "No lo van admitir, pero un poco es mejor que nada. Protegen lo que tienen! Por eso, me sorprendio que Mateo esta aqui."

"The women know the truth. They won't admit it, but a little power is better than nothing so they protect what they have. That's why she's surprised Mateo is here," Bailey told Janet. "She thinks Mateo's mom stole the power from them."

"My mother didn't steal anything!" I said, meeting each woman's eyes in turn.

"No eres un septimo?" the old woman asked me.

"I am a seventh son," I said. "Six with his wife and the seventh by my mom. She didn't steal me!"

The old woman knew better than to walk any further down the road.

"I'm not here for a history lesson," I said. "Magdalena told me I cursed Reggie. I've always known about the healing but not this curse thing."

"El Ojo De Malicio," the old woman leaning towards me.

She drew a cross at my left eye, "El Ojo De La Suerte."

Another cross at my right eye, "El Ojo De La Muerte."

She leaned back and smiled as she drew another cross at the center of my forehead, "El Ojo Que Ve."

Janet raised her hand to stop everyone, looked at Magdalena, and rolled her hands in a 'Come on! Come on!' gesture.

"It's the Eye of Malice," Magdalena said.

"Shouldn't that be the Evil Eye?" Janet asked.

"The direct daughters have either the left eye curse or the right eye curse," Magdalena said. "They are who the Evil Eye legend originates from."

"Left eye? Right eye?" Janet rolled her hands again.

Magdalena pointed at my left eye. "The Eye of Luck--it's what he did to Reggie, cursed him with bad luck for the game."

"Seriously? It was just bad luck?" Janet asked me.

Like I fucking knew!

"It would have been tragic bad luck if Mateo hadn't been walking by me at lunch when I had my little snit," Bailey said.

The grandmother nodded.

"The Eye of Death," Magdalena said, pointing at my right eye. "It's more about regrets than death though."

"I don't understand," Janet said.

"Puede matar con el Ojo De La Suerte," the old woman said. "Pero los arrepentidos de una vida no son peor que en el momento de nuestra muerte."

Magdalena stared at her grandmother.

"Bad luck can kill you," Bailey said. "It's easier to kill with the other curse because regrets cut deeper when you're dying."

The old woman smiled and nodded.

"I did it to Brianna's father," I said to no one in particular. "I killed him."

Nobody in the room denied it, even if they hadn't known before Magdalena's words that I could curse people.

"He knows about the healing and not from his mother or the old women who trained him," Bailey said. "Why not the curses?"

The old woman shrugged. "Asi es Dios."

"Seriously?" Janet guessed what it meant. "God works in mysterious ways is your best shot!"

The old woman smiled and gestured to me. We got the message-- 'Yeah, little girl? Explain him!'

"What does the third eye do?" I asked.

"La pura verdad, mi hijo," she replied. "Ver solo verdad y ser visto solo en verdad."

Bailey snorted and nodded, "Malice, not evil."

"What?" Janet asked.

"He can curse someone to see only the truth and to be seen only for the truth," Bailey replied.

"Huh?"

"No masks, Janet," I said, understanding the curse easily enough.

Janet twisted her head to the side.

"Think about every lie your parents tell and tell themselves." I knew it was the best way for Janet to understand.

"My mom would kill herself." Janet's voice broke a little as she looked at the floor.

"Can he control it?" Bailey asked.

The old woman shrugged, "Lo quiso ser."

"He wanted to do it," Magdalena told Janet. "He knows what it feels like now. He should be able to control how bad it is even if he can't control doing it."

"He can't control it then," Janet said. "Not killing someone isn't not doing it."

"We're in high school, Janet," Bailey said with a smile. "And he's a boy."

The females turned to me. Really? I mean, really? Like any of them could have controlled it if they had it. Janet would have cursed every straight guy in a hundred mile radius to a penis in zipper penalty and Bailey ... Better not to think about Bailey with power!

"El dolor te dice como malo va ser," the old woman said to me.

The pain told me how bad the curse would be. It would hurt more than with Reggie? I must have forgotten at the football field, which made sense since I'd pushed the healing too far.

"So I shouldn't stare at Reggie," I said.

"Not during a game," Magdalena groused.

Fucking cheerleaders!!!

The old woman was studying Janet and Bailey. She finally settled her eyes on Magdalena.

"Con tu mama olvide que nadie me pudo decir lo que debia hacer," she told Magdalena. "No vas a ver dos hombres en tu vida como un Verdadero Cura. Si encuentras amor, lo entiendo, pero si no..."

She got up and walked over to me. Taking my hands, she kissed the palms.

"Wait," Bailey said as the old woman walked out of the room. "How do you know so much about Mateo?"

The old woman stared into Bailey's eyes. "Como crees?"

I didn't like the look of the smile on Bailey's face when she replied, "You tried to steal their power."

The old woman cackled (Old evil bitch-witch cackle!), "Soy vieja, mi hija, ya mismo voy a ver a mi Dios. Mejor di que trate dar una mejor vida a mi hija."

"What the fuck?" Janet said, looking close to losing a gasket.

"She tried to steal the power from my family," I said. "By having a daughter with my biological grandfather."

"So what happened?" Janet asked her.

"The same thing they tried with my mom," I said looking at the old woman.

"Mataron a mi hija," the old woman said with her back to us. "No se como tu mama te salvo, pero van a venir por ti!"

Janet took a deep breath when the old woman was out of the room. "Okay ... first, what did she say to you, Maggie, and then what did she say at the end?"

"They killed her daughter in the womb," I said.

"Are you serious?"

"Janet, you don't need that much power to be really evil."

"And to her?" Janet said, pointing to Magdalena.

"We need to go back to my house for that," Bailey said. "Right, Maggie?"

Women know how to commit, maybe there's a few out who don't but I bet they are very committed to not committing. In this instance, I was peeving over Magdalena being so comfortably naked in Bailey's bed. Awesomely naked but perfectly comfortable in all that exposed skin! Still clothed, I was standing by the bed.

"I'm not going to do that," Magdalena told me. On the love seat, Janet was verifying, inch by inch with her tongue, that I had made Bailey as physically perfect as she could be. I didn't want to look over at the two, probably quite comfortable and definitely awesomely, naked girls. Obviously, I DID want to look, but the new naked girl required some clear thinking on my part.

"Look, Magdalena," I said. "I'm not into the Latin grandmother matchmaking thing. I'm not special."

She pulled her eyes from the girls to smirk at me.

"That's not a good reason to do this." I gestured at her naked body.

Magdalena wasn't large up top; her bottom made up for it. A bigger girl than Brianna, Magdalena's hips were naturally wider and rounder. The view of her ass as she crawled onto the bed was what inspired the 'awesome'.

"You're the only one who doesn't call me Maggie," she said, going back to watching the girls. "Are you going to do that to me?"

I peeked--Bailey was on her back with her hips raised and her knees by her ears. Janet's face looked fully submerged in Bailey's pussy.

Magdalena was smiling at me. "I get it."

"What?" I asked.

"I would remember," she said. "You're the only one who calls me Magdalena. You wanted me to remember."

"This is a bad idea," I started.

She snorted.

"Hear me out," I said. "I have them."

"And Brianna, right?"

"Totally different!" I said. "It doesn't have anything to do with me. Brianna was a gift from Bailey, and let's not talk about how bad that sounds."

"You have Brianna, so that makes three."

That's what I mean by commit--Magdalena was fully committed to what she had decided to do.

"I can't say anything that will make you put your clothes on and go home, can I?" I could be proud of the look of surprise that came over her face.

She raised up, folded her legs underneath her, spread her knees, and sat on her heels. She tweaked her nipples, "My grandmother's right. You're not like other boys. I don't have a boyfriend and ... kinda hard to now ... I'm not going to date any more high school boys."

"Huh?"

"I'm going to ask you for something, Mateo. I want you to listen to me when I do," she told me.

It brought me up short! "What do you want?"

"Not right now," she replied. "Later. Maybe tomorrow, maybe much later. I hope never."

"So this is about me doing you a favor at some undetermined time in the future?"

"Yes."

"It's not about your grandmother dreaming of a nice little Catholic wedding with you and me as the people in front of the altar?"

"No."

"Is that favor going to involve my ass?"

She twisted her lips and tilted her head to left.

"I had to be sure," I said.

"You're a curandero, Mateo," she said. "What do you think it's about?"

"Okay," I said with a smile. "What if I said, I'll do it? No sex, no nothing needed. You get a free service credit, do not run pass Go naked, do not pay me shit!"

"You're really saying no to me?" She got up on her knees. Her hands rested on her thighs.

There's a naked threshold--the amount of time a straight male can spend in the presence of a naked female and continue to think clearly. Many factors affect the threshold; i.e. his age, her hotness, the time of the day, the light in the room, how much good sex he's had in his life, how easy it is for him to get sex, etc, etc, etc. I was done--threshold fucking blown!

My clothes hit the ground.



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Chapter 5

I lived in the space between galaxies of high school social groups. Bailey and Brianna were friendly; realistically though, chitchat wasn't on our menu. To be honest, I don't think either girl gave any serious thought to expanding the public persona of our 'thing'. Within the walls of the school, I just didn't move in their galaxy.

Magdalena's frame of reference differed greatly from the other girls, even Janet.

Our relationship was different in that it could be called a relationship. Magdalena's grandmother had an agenda, and her mom knew what hiding sex led to. To them, I was a known entity: invited to dinner, expected to spend time in the apartment, and no recriminations were expressed if we closed Magdalena's bedroom door. I was Magdalena's 'man'. (Yeah ... man! I tried not to laugh since it would have offended them.) If not for Bailey, Magdalena would have been my girlfriend at school. I thought about it--Mateo and Magdalena, boyfriend and girlfriend. I came to my senses when I considered Bailey's reaction to one of the girls in HER group laying a public claim on me.

Magdalena's grandmother helped raise her. Grammar school, high school, and peers could not undo the socialization Magdalena got from her grandmother's loving hand. In Magdalena's worldview, I was doctor and priest. She couldn't acknowledge the authority and then disrespect it by treating me like a nobody at school. Within a couple days of us getting together, nobody had any doubts about my place at the top of Magdalena's personal social ladder.

Surprisingly, Brianna had the most problems with Magdalena's behavior (something about seniority and Magdalena should be the bottom of the group barrel) so Brianna made it clear to everyone that she and I had been close friends for some time. In the midst of that, Stephanie and Marie came back to school. They were even 'weirder' about me!

The situation culminated in a lunch where the entire cheerleading team sat with me. I wasn't asked to go sit at their table or anything remotely sane in the sphere of high school behavior. I sat down at my normal table. Two minutes later, Magdalena and Brianna played hip-bumper cars to try to get the seat to my right. Stephanie and Marie took the opportunity to secure the seats in front of me. Bailey took the empty seat on my left, which I'm sure the girls left for her. At that point, the rest of the cheerleaders had to choose between standing stunned for the entire lunch period or pretending this shit was normal. They sat down at my table and ate in silence!

The next day things found a new balance. The girls didn't have lunch with me, thankfully, instead they adopted Magdalena's level of expressed friendship. I guess either the girls worked it out or Bailey worked it out and gave them new marching orders.

Unfortunately, the damage was done. Reggie had been sitting in the front row for the lunchtime show.

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Pool days were my favorite gym classes. I wasn't the athletic type. I mean, who the fuck thinks having a soccer ball kicked at them is fun? And good high school pitchers can get in the eighty mile range! Pool days had very little structure for the good swimmers. The teachers let us do what we wanted while they tried to reduce the terror felt by non-swimmers.

I was doing slow laps so I could think. Stephanie and Marie's return to school complicated things. Their friends noticed the girls' unusual attachment to me. The day before things had come to a head when the girls cornered me in the drama club's storage room. Before I knew it, my hands were filled with boobs and asses. Stephanie wore a thong and Marie a pair of boy shorts. Nothing more than heavy petting and fondling happened because Brianna showed up. The girls watched avidly as Brianna gave a class in how I liked my dick sucked. (I didn't know I had preferences, but Brianna seemed pretty sure.)

I needed to talk to Bailey about the girls. Stephanie and Marie were too accepting of Brianna's continued presence in their social group. Some cracks needed to show, or people would start to wonder. There wasn't much I could do about Stephanie and Marie's attention to me, but giving people something they expected would diminish the chances of someone taking a deeper look.

Actually, I had to talk to Bailey about sex. Joy! Magdalena's attitude about me socially made the girls reevaluate their public relationship with me. It didn't stop there though. Magdalena's sex life was openly known to her mother and grandmother. We got time to ourselves and nights together when Janet covered for me with the Steps. Without investigating the emotional implications, Magdalena and I made love while it was more like fucking or having sex with the other girls. Bailey wanted it all so she had to walk that road too. Slowing down in bed with Bailey is like taking a Formula One Car for a Sunday drive on country roads; all the performance is still under the hood so you tend to floor it on straightaways. In our case, flooring it meant Janet.

A threesome with Janet and Bailey was not what I thought it would be. They didn't explain the rules so I didn't know how much of Janet I could touch, or kiss, or lick, or ... We got together more than once with the only contact between Janet and me being slow handjobs at the end. It was driving me crazy! I wanted more; maybe not stick my dick in her but getting to explore her more intimately would be very nice.

My mind came back to the water; class would be over soon.

Something landed on my back, driving me under! Instinct made me ignore the pain and head for air. My face took a hit! I reached out and grabbed someone's foot. Another foot pushed down on my shoulder. Panic set in! I tried to get around the body above me. Wherever I went, my way got blocked! I couldn't see who it was. My vision started clouding. I grabbed a leg with both hands and pulled down. A knee pushed down on my chest.

Blackness creeped in!

I came to with someone doing compressions on my chest. I coughed, turned sideways, and expelled water from my mouth and nose. I coughed harder! More water came out. Someone was talking to me. The white uniform! Must be the school nurse. How did she get down there so fast?

Through coughing out a lung, I could hear his voice--Reggie. "I don't know what happened. He grabbed me. The loser fucking totally panicked, dude!"

My eyes cleared enough for me to look up. Reggie was smiling at me.

I sat outside Benny's Pizzeria with a slice growing cold on my plate. Janet and Bailey were with me, talking about a pair of shoes they'd seen at the mall. I could feel the eyes of my classmates from the tables nearby. I waited them out--the kids talking about what happened at the pool and putting me on the idiot side of almost drowning. Eventually, they got bored of trying to get a rise and left.

"Are you going to be okay?" Janet asked. Taking a bite from the pizza, I looked at her. Chewing gave me enough time to control the urge to lash out.

"May I sit down with you?" a man said from behind Bailey. The girls turned around to look at him.

"You're the cop from the football field," Bailey said before jumping up to hug him.

"One of the cops," he replied. He didn't look comfortable being hugged by a teenage girl in public. Janet gave him another chance to get comfortable with it.

"I'm Marcus Grant," he said, extending his hand out to me.

I looked at it and up to his face.

"Be polite, Mateo," Bailey said. "I'm sorry, Mr. Grant. We had a bad day at school."

His eyes tried to read us; Janet, me, Bailey, me, me, and me.

"I'd like to talk to you about what happened, Mateo," he said. I looked around; the tables around us were empty.

"Alone." He glanced at each girl in turn.

"That's not going to happen," Bailey said, pushing her chair next to me.

"It's about the girls." His eyes tried to push past mine and into my head.

"What about them?" Bailey asked.

"It's police business." He used his cop voice. Mature or not, the girls were teenagers; this was the voice of authority.

"I'd like to call my stepparents," I said.

"There's no need for that." He tried the same voice on me.

"Then, you don't actually need to talk to me."

Bailey whimpered, an utterly feminine sound. Her body tensed and relaxed.

"Did you just..." Janet's mouth hung open.

"Next time we're alone, please talk to me like that," Bailey whispered to me a few seconds later.

The cop was doing the eye thing again; Bailey, me, Janet, me, Bailey, me, Bailey, me, me, and me.

"They were dead," he said finally.

"If they were dead, they wouldn't be alive," Bailey replied. She pushed her chair back so it was slightly behind mine.

"Two years ago, I shot a suspect." He looked down the street. "I know when dying means dead."

Marcus Grant turned back to meet my eyes, "Those girls weren't going to make it off the field alive. You did something to them!"

"What could he..." Bailey stopped talking when I raised a finger.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Grant. I was distracted," I said. "Who?"

"Excuse me?" His eyes completely focussed on me.

Janet and Bailey looked from Mr. Grant to me and back to Mr. Grant.

"Your son or your daughter?" I asked.

His face split with pain for a second before he regained control. "My ten-year old daughter. How did you know?"

"I've seen that mix of pain, anger, frustration, despair, and grief on other faces," I replied. "In other eyes."

I grabbed my hair and pulled it. Taking a deep breath, I pulled harder to get Reggie out of my mind.

"You did do something to the girls," he said. "I was the one who carried you from one to the other."

I nodded.

"How sick is she?" Janet asked.

I gestured for her to stop. "Look at him, he's not Latin so I'm not someone his grandmother told him about. Yet, here he is."

I put my hands behind my head. Leaning back, I stared up at the sky.

"The girls were dead," Bailey said. "Not really but..."

"Can you move?" I asked him.

"What?"

"Your daughter is terminal, right?" I said. "It means doctors who'll wonder why what they know should happen didn't. You said it yourself, Mr. Grant—-sometimes dying means dead. You need to go where people won't ask questions, or your daughter will have to suffer for however long it takes to convince those doctors that they are responsible."

"You're serious?" he asked.

Grasping at straws doesn't mean you believe getting one will make a difference.

"I was diagnosed with cancer," Bailey said. "Not a single dose of chemo, but it's all gone."

He did a double take; his cop truth meter picking up her complete honesty.

"You don't have to believe," I said. "It's not going to cost you anything. There's no needles or scalpels so I'm not going to add to your daughter's pain. Here's the thing--if she gets better, how will you explain it?"

"My wife and I grew up in Arkansas," he said with a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "The sheriff has been after me to bring my big city knowledge home. Annabelle's grandparents would love to have her living closer."

"Is that your daughter's name?" Janet asked.

He nodded.

"Can you really help her?" he asked me.

I ignored the desperation in his voice. "Tell me about Annabelle, Mr. Grant."



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Chapter 6

I have a recurring nightmare about six surgeons playing Jenga with a human being, except they only take pieces out.

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From the bottom of the steps, I looked up at the house. Some rich kid was buying popularity with a party. His parents were away for the weekend. From the look of things, they were colluding to make sure their little boy and his friends had fun. The steps were steep; I'd hate to carry a piano up the damn things.

"You can't come in," a giant, with about a hundred too many tattoos, said when I reached the front door.

Seriously--a bouncer for a high school party?!?

"You weren't invited," he said when I kept walking forward. Maybe I had 'NOBODY' stamped on my forehead in ink only popular people could see.

"I said you can't come in, kid." The bouncer stepped towards me and put a hand on my chest.

My right arm moved slowly. I didn't want the monster to throw a punch! My thumb and index finger wrapped around his wrist. He froze, his eyes blanking a little. I turned and extended his arm out. Reaching up, I placed my left palm on his forehead.

Heat!

He collapsed and would have smashed his face if I hadn't yanked up on his arm. Heavy fuckwad! I turned him over to check his pulse. I'd never put someone out that quickly.

Kids were watching through the open door. I smiled at them after checking on Mr. Leviathan. "Lucha Libre sleeper hold! I come from a long line of mascadores. I'd be wearing a mask right now except I favor pink and flames, which my family thinks is TOO gay. I wear it totally straight, but you can't go against family in Lucha."

A few jaws dropped.

"What?!?" I exclaimed. "Don't tell me you guys think wrestling is fake? Don't believe the hype, yoh! One hundred percent real!"

They pressed against the walls as I walked by them. The people I wanted weren't hard to find since their need for attention drove them to be the loudest.

I walked into the center of the room and waited. Bailey and her entourage noticed me first. Stephanie and Marie would have stood up to greet me if Bailey and Janet hadn't grabbed their arms. Janet glanced nervously from Reggie to me. Bailey looked excited! Magdalena smiled, settling deeper into the chair. Brianna was terrified and unsure where her eyes should rest. The other cheerleaders looked as excited as Bailey but for a different reason--Reggie was staring at me hungrily.

"Reggie," I said, loud enough for everyone to hear. "We need to clear the air."

I turned slightly, "Bailey, I want to try you completely bare."

I glanced at her crotch to make sure everyone got it. I smirked at Reggie and counted to five in my head. "Bailey ... that was a now thing!"

It could have gone ugly for me if Reggie thought it through. Bailey made thinking impossible for him by standing up and snapping her fingers at Janet, Stephanie, and Marie before walking to the doorway behind me.

Reggie charged! I tucked my head as he drove his shoulder into my gut. Hitting the wall hurt, like fucking badly! Reggie reared back for a punch. It was too late! I had my right hand on the back of his neck. Driving two fingers into base of his skull, I directed heat at his spine. Reggie's legs gave out. My left hand was at the front of his neck to catch him as he dropped.

"Nnnng!" Reggie mewled. His eyes widened in panic as his inability to move from the neck down registered. I tried to breath--in, expand the ribcage, out. Wow, that fucking charge hurt! I caught my breath a second before his friends caught on that it wasn't going well for Reggie.

"If one of you takes a step forward," I said to the room, "I promise this motherfucker is never going to walk again, and you'll be his wheelchair buddy!"

I looked behind me. We had not bounced far enough from the wall to allow anyone behind me. Taking another deep breath, I tried to remember my plan. The pain in my ribs made me question whether it was actually a plan or just a challenge to a pissing contest.

"The first time I fucked Bailey was at the Retreat," I told Reggie. "Was she your girlfriend at the time?"

He recovered enough courage to stare angrily at me. I squeezed my fingers, sending heat shooting down his spine. Reggie screamed, the pain making his body convulse.

"Was Bailey your girlfriend at the time?" I asked.

"Noh!" he grunted.

I made Reggie scream for the benefit of the idiot who had taken a step forward. "I will be happy to have this conversation with you on your knees, asshole. I'm sure Reggie would love it too, because I'd demonstrating what I can do with you instead doing it to Reggie."

The idiot took back his step.

"To be honest with you, Reggie, I get it," I said. "I don't, but let's pretend."

I pulled up to straighten his spine. "I would have been happy to call a summit for you, your boys, the cheerleaders, and the popular kids to negotiate with Bailey about not fucking me anymore. I didn't have anything to do with it. She wanted to get even for you fucking whatever that girl's name is; I was a handy penis. Any of your friends would have done as well, shithead, and we both know they would have nailed her in a heartbeat. The thing is I had to put my best game on her. You don't know how it goes because you get pussy all the time. For us normal guys, repeat pussy is how we roll."

I looked around the room at the cheerleaders, "I gotta tell you, Reggie. I can't shoot a basketball for shit, but I don't need coaching to find a girl's clit or all the other places they love to be touched by a hand that knows how to be sure and gentle at the same time."

"So..." I said. "I WOULD HAVE understood if the Popular Kids Court decided I needed to work my way up to Bailey, and she had to stop until I put in the time all of you have to be considered one of the cool kids."

He screeched as the heat touched every nerve ending in his body.

"But then you tried to kill me!"

"NO!" "Wait!" "He didn't!"

His friends tried, but nobody had stopped him at the pool so I didn't give a fuck. I twisted his head and made them look as I pushed scorching pain through his body without letting him scream.

"This thing of yours, Reggie, it didn't have anything to do with me. It was between you and Bailey." I said, turning his head back to me. "The stupid pool stunt made it about me. Check it, fuckhead! Not about you and me, but about ME!"

"So let's be clear, did Reggie try to kill me today?" I asked the room.

The pain was a crown around my head, closing its orbit slowly to the middle of my forehead. The Third Eye opened! I forced them to see, know, and accept the truth.

"The thing is Reggie, I'm glad you did," I said, opening the Eye wider to curse everyone in the room as bad as I could for the next few seconds. "Because it's the excuse I've been waiting for."

I know what they saw when they looked at me! In the stages of grief, I built a village on Anger, waiting for the day some stupid motherfucker invited me to let out everything I felt since my mom's death. Reggie screamed! And screamed and screamed! No one tried to save him because no one wanted to live in my village.

"That's enough, Mateo."

Two voices, one from my left and one from my right. They were touching my shoulders. Bailey and Janet! Janet's hands grabbed mine. She stroked them until I let Reggie go.

"Get out!" Bailey said to the room. Some of the kids ran!

Stephanie and Marie cradled Reggie, hushing him and massaging his head. Janet led me to a chair. I stared at the wall. I wanted to go after the kids. It had never been about sports, or popularity, or brains. I wanted to make everyone hurt as much as I did!

Bailey stood in the middle of the room looking between Reggie and me. She sighed before speaking. "That was worse than I thought it would be."

"I told you," Magdalena crowed.

"No," Bailey replied. "You said he was going to curse Reggie. He cursed everybody!"

Magdalena shrugged. "They deserved it."

Janet stood by Reggie's hip; she tapped her foot as she studied him.

"Is he okay?" Bailey asked without looking at me. None of them was looking at me.

"I didn't do anything permanent," I said. "Yet."

"You couldn't do it in private?" Bailey asked, still not looking at me. "The whole school knows."

"Get over yourself, Bailey!" Janet said angrily. "That wasn't the whole school."

They stared at each other until Bailey's gestured with a hand, surrendering the point. Janet walked over to sit on the arm of my chair. She put an arm around my shoulders and leaned back. "If you can stop them from riding me about being a lesbian, you can squelch this, Bailey."

Bailey loudly snickered. "They didn't really stop with you."

"They played nice," Janet pointed out.

Bailey crouched down to look into Reggie's eyes. She turned to look at Janet, "They saw what Mateo did to him."

"Tell them that Mateo is a Chinese name," Janet said with a shrugged. "Ancient Shaolin technique! Nobody really believes Bruce Lee died of a swollen brain."

Bailey pressed her lips together so tightly they turned white.

Janet slapped the back of my head, "See, I was paying attention when you made me watch all those stupid boy movies. Pressure points and that stuff."

Reggie groaned, making Bailey focus her attention on him.

"Don't do that again," I told Janet. She immediately slapped the back of my head.

"I didn't believe it," Bailey said to Reggie. "I thought you wanted to hurt him, and it went too far. Somewhere in that tiny brain though, you were trying to drown him."

She slapped him hard!

"You don't own me," she told him. "But that's bullshit, isn't it? You did it for your ego, Reggie!"

Bailey stared down between her feet for a few second before sighing.

"I didn't sleep with Mateo because of you," Bailey said, looking into Reggie's eyes. "He keeps saying I'm too mature for him because I'm a little wild in bed. You remember?"

She took a deep breath and straightened her spine. Speaking very fast, she continued, "I don't think I'm old enough for someone like Mateo, but he's here now. I can't let it go! I will not let him go! I'm terrified I'm not going to get another chance with a guy who REALLY understands about my mom, how scared I am that I will die like she did, about everything else, and who lets me do what I want with Janet or him or ... Reggie, if I ever think you're going to do something like this again, I'm going to get my daddy's gun and shoot you in both knees!"

"OKAY!" Janet said, standing up and walking to Bailey. "And that didn't go the way I thought it would. Shit!"

She pulled Bailey away from Reggie, walked her over to me, dropped her in my lap, opened Bailey's pants, grabbed my hand, and shoved it down Bailey's crotch. Bailey had actually shaved! Completely!

"Shit!" Janet said, walking back to Reggie. I noticed she stepped on his hand. "Maybe I'm a lesbian because boys are so fucking stupid! Reggie, you're an idiot and Mateo is a moron!"

She raised a hand, "He's not a moron about you. He's moron in general; but if he wanted to shove you under a bus, I'd volunteer to drive it."

"You took the dick measuring too far, asshole!" I'd never heard Janet so furious.

Janet kneeled to be face to face with Reggie. "So now the girl who thinks the world might be a better place without penis draggers has to clean up because you two assholes don't know how to piss in the bowl!"

Penis draggers???

"Here's what we're going to do," Janet announced. "Bailey will clamp down on her cheerleader friends and the popular girls. Nobody will talk about what happened here tonight. They will, I mean we're teenagers and you're an asshole everyone wanted to see taken down a peg or two or twenty, but they'll do it behind closed doors. You're going to eat whatever shit your boys feed you. If any of them take it too far, you tell me. I'll invite him to take a walk with Mateo in the woods. I'll do it very publicly so every one of your idiot friends will know it's all fun games until Mateo makes somebody swallow their own puke."

"Nobody else in the school will find out because ... well, they will find out so you're going to have to live with it," she smiled. "I did."

She grabbed his jaw, "Reggie, that's a very angry little boy AND your crazy ex-girlfriend. I like you! You could go all the way. Pro, dude! Millions in contract dollars."

"So let me dumb down the situation," she said. "You stuck your dick in some girl's mouth; she didn't want to suck it so she gave you some teeth. You want to slap her, but now she's got a razor blade on your balls. The smart thing to do is drive her home and don't ever talk to her again. Reggie, they want this to get ugly! Mateo gets to nail your balls to the ground and watching him do it makes Bailey wet. I don't have testicles, but it sounds painful. So in the words of a movie I didn't want to watch but Mateo made me ... First Blood ... Let it go! Let it go!"

Janet gave me the keys to her car and told me to wait in the back seat. They needed to get the recovery effort going. The party would be the first phase in reminding everyone whatever happened with the popular kids stayed with the popular kids.

"Are you fucking him?" Janet asked. She was driving us to a twenty-four hour diner. "Bailey! This is a new car!"

Caught red-cocked! Or purple-cocked! Bailey moaned and fucked me more aggressively. The sound of her ass hitting my hips filled the car as Bailey chased down a huge orgasm.

"BITCH! IT'S A NEW CAR!"

Brianna stayed at the party to be Bailey's spy; the rest of the girls decided they wanted to come along. Magdalena was in the passenger seat, twisted around to watch the action. Stephanie and Marie were jammed in the back with Bailey and me. Since I knew exactly where Bailey's hands were, grabbing the driver seat and the headrest of the back seat, one of the girls had to be fondling my balls. If I had it right, both of them were since it felt like two right hands! Someone's tongue flicked my sack. How could they get into that position in the backseat of a car with Bailey doing her best impression of a rodeo rider?

"I know my dad only bought it 'cause he's figured out I'm leaving this year, but still, you bitch! It's a new car, and now it's going to smell like sex!"

"Smell like me!" Bailey gasped.

"What?" Janet asked.

"Smell like me! Aaaah..."

Two tongues on my sack. How the hell were they doing it? I reached around and found Bailey's clit. She grabbed my hand; we struggled for a few seconds.

"Stop!" I whispered. The pressure from her hand released. Her pussy clenched on my dick. Bailey arched her back and screamed.

"Don't cum in my car, Mateo!" Janet yelled. "I'll never get it out of the backseat! Don't cum in my car!"

"Too late," Magdalena laughed.

Janet hit the brakes and spun around. She pointed at Stephanie and Marie. At least, I guessed she did since I couldn't see around Bailey's collapsed body.

"Eat that pussy!" Janet ordered. "Now! And you, lick his cock clean! If one drop of boy juice gets on my backseat, neither of you gets to fuck him until I leave for college."

Hands separated Bailey and me. One of the girls bathed my dick and balls with her tongue.

"Oh, thank you, Janet!" I whispered.

"Shut the fuck up!" Janet shouted, pounding the steering wheel. "First, I have to clean up your shit at the party and then I have to clean up your cum in my new car! Do you know what that was like in my old car? I fucking hate boys!"



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Epilogue

There is a lower rung on the high school social ladder than the Stinky Kid. Due to the stank, the Stinky Kid has to be avoided, but the act of avoidance acknowledges the Stinky Kid's presence. A High School Ghost is not tossed that bone--the other kids walk the halls looking right through the Ghost.

Even Bailey and her troupe had to heed the proper protocols for my new place in the ladder or risk their efforts to keep the Reggie incident from going nuclear. Magdalena skirted the rules with peeks at her newly bare pussy.

I had not understood the full repercussions of using the Third Eye on my classmates. Reggie intended murder, which wasn't something they were prepared to deal with. They also got to see inside my soul. They hated both of us, but they didn't have to pretend with me.

Janet avoiding me was a surprise--I thought she understood. I guess Bailey and I stained her backseat.

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Bailey's front door was unlocked. She called me Friday night to tell me I could come over whenever I wanted the next day. While she was meticulous in observing the new rules to our social interaction at school, she hadn't stopped banging me. I overheard other kids talking about a few throw-downs between Bailey and other cheerleaders about her continued use of my dick. I was not privy to the details, nor would I be bringing it up with Bailey. I figured she won the arguments or chose to ignore them outside the school walls.

Her dad was gone for the weekend with his girlfriend. It appeared that the little get together in the principal's office engendered some honesty between Bailey and her father about his relationships as long as nothing happened in HER mother's home. I chose not to bring up the inherent unfairness of the position considering what Bailey did in HER mother' home. It worked for everyone involved, even the girlfriend did not want to deal with Bailey when in a year and half Bailey would be going to college and not be such a presence in her father's life.

I heard some noise from Bailey's room so I headed in that direction. I had a feeling Bailey was getting tired of the restrictions on her behavior and would bring the situation to a head soon. A weekend's worth of massages might delay the inevitable or make Bailey play nicer when she took her friends apart.

Nowhere in my thinking did I conceive Janet would be waiting naked on Bailey's bed!

Bailey sat on a chair, watching the short brunette. Brianna was on the floor with Stephanie and Marie exploring her body. Those three girls came to some sort of agreement, whereas Brianna was no longer the bottom of the totem pole and the girls paid homage to her elevated status. Magdalena sat at the vanity painting her toenails.

They turned as one to look at me.

Janet was very naked! I'd seen Janet naked before and up close during the threesomes that weren't really threesomes. Somehow, I felt as if I'd never seen Janet THIS naked.

Stephanie and Marie went back to making Brianna feel like all in her situation wasn't that bad. Magdalena smiled, showed me the new color on her toenails and went back to finishing them. Looking around the room slowly, I noticed the bottle of massage oil on the nightstand. I got very hard!

"This is not a good idea," I told Janet.

"Something has been bugging for a long time," Janet said. "Bailey has tight control over her friends; some of them still managed to dig their claws into me about liking girls."

"Who exactly?" Bailey asked and got a shrug from Janet. It was question Bailey asked a lot and Janet never answered.

"It doesn't explain why other people stayed off my back," Janet said, tilting her head to stare at me. "Some of them don't care, and a lot of them did what the popular kids were doing. There have been a few choice dickheads at our school that Bailey didn't lord over though. They definitely started some shit with me, and then suddenly, they stopped."

"Lady over," Bailey said primly.

"I thought maybe I had people wrong," Janet told me. "Until you taught Reggie about your family's Lucha Libre history. That was cute by the way, worked way better than the Kung Fu thing."

I looked for a chair. Janet stretched out flat on the bed and tapped a corner with her foot. I didn't take her direction; I felt it a good idea to keep distance between us. Okay--the idea sucked, but she was a 'proud to be out' lesbian!

"You took care of the assholes after I told you they caught me alone," Janet said, pointing at me and glaring. It wasn't an angry glare, more in the comically accusing family of glares.

"I wasn't asked about being your friend," I said. "You picked me, remember?"

"And if they worked me over, you could be dragged into it," Janet said with a nod. "They didn't discriminate who they shit on."

I didn't think she believed preemptive self-defense was my reason for making one of the more dangerous bully boys swallow his own puke. I KNEW that was too specific a statement in her conversation with Reggie to be chance.

"We have a plan," Bailey announced.

"Oh, shit!" I whispered.

"You better fucking believe it." Janet's knees rose, giving me a peek of her pussy. She was bare too! My dick made a serious punch for freedom.

"You like being the nobody who gets to do dirty, nasty things to the captain of the cheerleading team," Bailey told me.

"Mateo was never nobody," Magdalena said, without looking up from her toes.

Bailey shot her an angry look.

"It's a flaw, Mateo, and not a nice one." Janet said. "Looking down at people who treat you like nothing when they should be worshipping you--the Church of Healing Hands."

I closed my eyes tightly when Stephanie and Marie looked up with interest. Shaking my head at Janet, I gestured to the girls.

"What the fuck is up with those two anyway?" Janet asked.

I closed my eyes and prayed.

"He can make us do things," Bailey replied. Fuck me! "You don't really think I'd be doing all these things with him without ... I mean, I got Brianna for him and I can't wait for Stephanie and Marie to ride him hard and sweaty."

Janet stared at me. I rubbed my front teeth with the back up my upper lip.

"She told me about it," Janet said. "But I didn't believe you would do that to somebody."

"I didn't do anything!" It didn't even sound convincing to me.

Janet sat up, "This is real? You can control them."

"It's not mind control," I said slowly. "They're, sort of, tuned to me."

I looked towards Brianna; the girls were keeping her too busy for any of them to pay attention. Magdalena stopped the toe-painting to listen attentively.

"You knew you were doing it!" Janet hissed.

"Hmmm! My mother only let me work with little kids. It's different now," I replied. "With Bailey, I didn't know I was doing it until after we got back from the Retreat. With Stephanie and Marie, I had no control over it because I was throwing everything at them to keep them alive. Brianna ... Magdalena was the first who recognized it as I did it."

"You didn't really think a teenage boy could be that good at sex?" Magdalena asked Janet. "He can make Bailey cum with tone of voice. Seriously? You thought that was natural!"

"It only happened once," Bailey said. She gave me a look, warning me it would not be funny if I did it again at that very moment.

"You knew?" Janet stared hard at Magdalena.

Magdalena raised her chin proudly. She didn't have to say anything; everyone knew in what direction her commitment and loyalty fell.

"What do you mean tuned?" Janet asked me. "I'm not a musical instrument."

I smiled and shook my head at her, "Oh but darling, your soul sings in perfect harmony with every living thing around you. The song has only one word to it--God's Name--but we sing it every second of every day over and over again."

They stared at me, stunned and open-mouthed. I was able to hold it for two seconds before I broke out laughing.

"You fucking asshole!" Janet screamed, jumping off the bed and punching me in the chest. "Don't do that to me!"

Her hand rested on my chest as we looked at each other.

"So about my plan..." Bailey interrupted the moment. Janet walked backwards and sat on the edge of the bed. Her eyes held mine.

"I need a boyfriend," Bailey said. "Because of what happened with Reggie, they won't accept you right now, Mateo. The curse doesn't help; they know how much you ... We need to rehabilitate your image."

"Say what?" I dragged my eyes from Janet to look at Bailey. Warning bells went off in my head!

"You won't go back to being a nobody, no matter what you think," Bailey said. "So the nobody fucking the hottest chick in school thing is over."

"I'm not going to get to fuck you anymore? Bad plan! In fact, worst plan ever!"

"Not that," Bailey said with a dismissive wave of her hand. "You're going to be fucking me as my boyfriend next year."

She was losing me fast! "Next year?"

"Yes, this year you're going to turn Janet," Bailey said.

"Excuse me?" Totally and completely lost!

Bailey pointed at Janet, "You're going to turn her straight."

"For the rest of the school year anyway," Janet told me.

"You and I will still have sex," Bailey said. "To everyone in school though, you're going to be Janet's boyfriend."

"You're a lesbian," I said to Janet.

She shrugged, "Straight girls experiment--you know, just kissing during sleepovers or that one time in college when she got drunk with her roommate. You're going to be my experiment. A very successful experiment if you can tune me so I enjoy it a fuck of a lot. But no controlling my mind tune-ups or whatever you do!"

"That makes absolutely no sense," I said.

"Sure it does," Bailey replied in an irritatingly assured voice. "Turning a lesbian is major shit! Nobody will think it's strange that I'm on your dick next year."

I stared at them, not knowing where to begin arguing with them about the idiocy of The Plan. My dick argued I was the only 'idiocy' in The Plan, especially if I opened my mouth again.

"It would help if over the summer, you gave a couple of the other cheerleaders a massage with the all the works. Jennifer White is definitely someone you have to hit it with. That girl doesn't know how to keep her mouth shut about sex! I'll set up a date, but you have land her." Bailey touched a finger to her lip. "If there's some whispering behind my back that you're magic in the sack, it will help the girls accept you and me being together."

"This is ridiculous!" I told them.

"You're the one that wants to do it this way," Bailey said. "So anybody who doesn't really know about you still looks at us like 'why is she with him?' It's your thing; I like ponygirls so I understand."

I looked at Janet. Surely, she would see reason. "You're a lesbian!"

"I already answered that point," she said smiling. "Are you saying you don't want to have sex with me?"

"That's the other thing," Bailey told me. "You need to requite the crush you have on Janet. Is that a word-- unrequited crush, requited crush."

"I don't think so," Janet replied. "Unrequited crush really means unreturned, I think. You want his crush quenched, satiated, slaked. You want Mateo to gorge himself on my body."

"That last one sounds disgusting," Bailey said before turning back to me. "I need you fully quenched in Janet and of Janet."

I was going to regret it but I had to ask, "Why?"

"You can't love me until you're over her."

"Hey!" Janet grumbled. "There is no getting over me."

"You know what I mean," Bailey said with another dismissive wave.

I stared at them. Magdalena was trying very hard not to laugh at me.

"How does this tuning work?" Janet asked as she stretched, putting her body on display.

I took my clothes off slowly. When my cock sprang free, hard and ready, I thought Janet would change her mind. I hoped she would change her mind and call a halt to it.

Touching her made it too late for either of us.

"You're so fucking hot," Janet whispered as her hands ran up and down my sides. She was the one that reached for kiss. "I thought I was going to get a massage, Mateo."

"Later. As many as you want, Janet, just later!"


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