Storiesonline.net ------- El Sobador by ElSol Copyright© 2011 by ElSol ------- Description: A massage can be different things and have different purposes, but to a male born of a centuries old healing tradition it is so much more! A cheerleader finds out a massage from him can be all things. Codes: mf ESP ------- ------- Chapter 1 Sometimes I wonder if anyone should count high school a success. The people who hate those four years will spend the rest of their lives wishing they could change things. It's a tragedy some jocks, cheerleaders, and popular kids look back twenty years later and see the BEST time of their life. There's even something sad about the ones who never look back. For two years, four months and seven days of my high school life, my destiny was to spend thousands of therapy dollars to let some stupid teenage shit go. Fortunately, fate had plans for me and no intentions of waiting for graduation. ------- "You, freshman!" a female voice yelled. Not being a freshman, I kept looking for an isolated spot to have lunch. Truth be told, I could sit anywhere and the area would have cleared out. It was so obvious, sometimes I smelled myself to make sure it wasn't a body odor thing. "His name is Mateo, Bailey." I turned to stare at the cheerleader table. I could have called the cheer crowd, jocks, and popular kids the bane of my existence, but I was so far beneath their notice that being picked on was a step up. Magdalena Ramos put a hand on Bailey Rose's shoulder, "He's in our year." Bailey's blue eyes struggled to focus on me. "I don't know him." I snorted before trying to find an empty lunch seat. "Don't turn your back on me!" Bailey hissed. It's fine to say getting picked on was a step up in the social ladder but I liked not having to eat shit. I turned to face the Queen of our school and her royal court, "What?" Our town saw a population explosion around the same time of my birth. The high school seniors were outnumbered by every other class year. It gave Bailey the votes to be captain of the cheerleading team as a Junior. I wasn't the only outsider who found it amusing to watch the Senior girls tread carefully around her. "My shoulder hurts," she told me. I ground my teeth together at the haughtiness in her voice. "Rub it for me." The request was so completely ludicrous I froze. Bailey knew how crazy her words sounded because she waited for me to recover from the shock. I glanced at the six foot six massiveness of the basketball team captain, aka. Reggie, and more importantly, Bailey's boyfriend. Or not? He looked down at his food and shoved a forkful into his mouth. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed one of the Senior cheerleaders trying her damnedest NOT to be caught looking at Bailey, the six-six behemoth, or me. "I got injured last year," Bailey told me. "It's acting up again and the only thing that helps is a massage." I got it--'maybe' Bailey's shoulder hurt, 'maybe' she was exercising her power over the masses, but 'definitely' it had a lot more to do with how her boyfriend and the other cheerleader couldn't look at us. In that moment, I could have cut Bailey by walking away. She lost face from what had to be a straying boyfriend. To have her quasi-authority ignored by the high school nobody might have toppled her high school regime. On the other hand, Bailey could still make my life hell. The fact she pushed her cheer-sweater and bra strap off her shoulder while looking at me through her eyelashes had nothing to do with my capitulation. I set my lunch tray down at their table. Walking behind Bailey, I did my best to ignore everyone in the cafeteria. Bailey was hot: five foot three, blonde hair, maybe a C cup (Hey! Breasts are important to high school boys), and dark blue-eyes. I didn't have much post-puberty experience touching those of the female persuasion, but massage was something I had done a lot before my mother died. Closing my eyes, I put both my hands on Bailey's shoulder. "You're supposed to rub," she said. "It doesn't help if you're not used to my body heat," I told her, keeping my hands still on her skin. "I'm warmer than you. Absorb it until we're the same." A few people snickered, but at least Bailey wasn't one of them. The memories charged back. Massaging my mother, being taught by a pair of old women about things like the equilibrium of heat between two bodies, children being put on a bed in a dark room and my hands rubbing away what I felt in Bailey now. "It's not your shoulder," I said. "Your neck and back are the problem." I decided to ignore the rest of what came to me since being nobody is better than being the weird nobody. Squeezing Bailey's skin, I found the focus of her shoulder pain. While it wasn't the real source, I could give her temporary relief. I shifted my body so my hands were parallel to her shoulders. Using my thumbs, I pressed around the center of her discomfort. Rubbing half circles with each thumb, I moved closer and closer to the spot. It was too soon to make direct contact so I widened the half-circles when Bailey's back straightened. Relieving a symptom doesn't take as long as fixing the problem. I worked the half-circles with my thumbs, wider then narrower, each time getting closer to where Bailey thought she needed help. I waited for her body to tell me it was time. Her breathing shortened; she stretched towards me but seemed to be relaxing. I pressed down hard where collarbone met shoulder. "Ungh!" she gasped. Her body fell back until Bailey was leaning against my leg. I held the pressure steady. "Jesus!" she whispered when I finally released her. Bailey's head flopped forward. Her face would have landed in her food if I had not been expecting the reaction and moved her tray out of the way. I replaced my tray in the middle of the table with Bailey's. The cheerleaders and jocks were looking from Bailey to me to Bailey and back to me. "What did you do to her?" Magdelana asked. Meeting her eyes, I saw that she knew some part of it. She didn't believe it; many kids don't believe the things their parents know. It used up all the coolness in my body to shrug as if making the hottest girl in the school do an orgasm impression was no big deal. Retreat being the better part of valor, I walked away before Mr. Six Foot Six Boyfriend decided, regardless of his own actions, he needed to take issue with my hands being on Bailey's body. Eventually, I would get used to how everyone's eyes followed me. ------- Chapter 2 "I need to study with Janet," I announced. Family dinners sucked. Usually, my stepparents did everything they could to avoid having a sit-down meal that included me. My stepmother liked the big meal cooking thing, so once a month we suffered through the silence of pretending to be a family. I never knew my biological father. My mother emigrated to the U.S. days after I was born and married my stepfather eight years later. She died within months of my sister's birth. Six months later, my stepfather remarried; a year later, they had twin boys. My stepmother (I called her Double-Step) treated my sister like her own, but... The Steps fulfilled their obligations and I tried to make it painless. Sometimes, Double-Step's face flashed with guilt over the situation. We took comfort in the thought they could assuage any guilt with financial aid for my college education which was less than two years away for me. "Of course," the Double-Step said. "Do you need a ride?" "No, thank you." I got up and put my plate in the sink. "I need some exercise so I'll walk." I stepped behind my little sister. She dropped her head back as far as she could to let me kiss her on the forehead. "Story!" she insisted. I looked at the clock before nodding to her. It didn't give me much time out of the house, but I read to her every night that she wanted so I'd deal with being in the house while the Double-Step felt familial. ------- If I could be said to have a friend in high school, Janet Smith would be it. The relationship was based on being outsiders, a nobody and a lesbian. Being a Senior, Janet's parole was months away. We didn't have to study. She let me use her apartment as an escape when I needed it as long as I did the same for her. I can't say which one of us had the crappier home life. Janet's dad found a new family to love when she was nine and her mom worked eighty hour weeks while spending any free time adding notches to single men's bedposts. Though her dad made insincere offers every now and then, Janet chose to live with her mom. "I'm sorry," she whispered when she opened the door. "It's okay," I replied. "I'll go to the library." If Janet had someone over, I was glad for her. Her sophomore year, she'd been caught in a broom closet with another girl during a student conference. Janet didn't deny or hide from the moment of her sexual awareness. It made her life lonely, though my classmates surprised me in that it wasn't as bad as I would have thought. "Not that," she said, grabbing my backpack strap to drag me inside. She pressed against me, until she had my back pinned to the wall. "It wasn't my idea; I owe her." I never let myself think about Janet in THAT way. Unfortunately, she was shorter than me and very cute in a no makeup, dykey clothed way. The shortness mattered because her belly was pushing on my groin. "You need to step back, Janet," I said. "Please!" She looked down between us before following the instruction, "Oh, sorry!" "Who do you owe?" I asked. When she looked down the hall, I adjusted my lengthening penis to give it room in my jeans. "Can you really do the stuff Maggie says?" she asked. "You didn't tell me." "Maggie?" "Magdalena." She grabbed my arm and guided me towards her living room. Janet did that--dragging me from place to place when she got excited. Most of the time it was to small venue concerts we shouldn't have been able to get into. Personally I liked the museum trips the best, even when I only got to look at the stuff Janet found interesting. As I turned the corner, my stomach squeezed in on itself. Bailey, Magdalena, the Junior class President, and our Treasurer were sitting in various places around the room. "Oh, fuck no!" I said, turning around to jet. Janet grabbed my backpack and held on for dear life. "It's nothing bad, Mateo." Bailey walked over to help Janet keep me in the room. "I promise." "Your boyfriend wants to kick my ass," I told her. "I want to kick your ass!" she replied. "You don't fucking know how to say hi?" She was pissed; she might have had good reason to be pissed. None of the girls in the room were going to be on my side of the reason so I didn't bother to look at them for support. A week passed since I massaged the pain from Bailey's shoulder. The high school nobody getting to touch the most popular girl in school, in a public forum and in a private way, only happens in movies. Dumb movies! I figured Bailey would regain her senses after the fallout with the boyfriend settled and regret it so I ignored her. As in, I didn't meet her eyes or give her a chance to diss me when we passed each other in the hall. It required wearing hoodies and keeping my head down for a week, but the sacrifice seemed worthwhile so as not to take a tumble farther down the social ladder. Not that there's much room below 'nobody' except maybe the kid who has to be taken out of class and given a year's supply of personal hygiene products along with a demonstration on using them. (I'm NOT kidding!) "Bailey, you're gorgeous." I stopped. "I don't believe I said it that so forget it. Whatever the fuck you're doing here, my answer is 'No!' Okay? I'm leaving." "My shoulder hurts again," she said as I turned around. I puffed my cheeks and blew the air out slowly. "I shouldn't have done that to you in the cafeteria. Reggie cheated on me. I was so pissed off and I just..." Facing her, I closed my eyes. "Don't bother explaining--we're in high school." "What is that supposed to mean?" the class President asked. "Jennifer, don't!" Bailey ordered. I had to wonder why Jennifer White and our Treasurer Susan Tint were present. I looked at Bailey and the other girls. Bailey answered the question, "I don't know you. Janet says you're sweet, but with what Maggie says you probably have to do I thought more girls would be better." Bailey stared hard at me, "Maggie says you're like a Hispanic witch doctor." "It's curandero. My grandmother used to do it, like you, with massage," Magdalena told me. "You're really good. How long have you been training?" "I don't think I was ever in training. Anyway, I stopped going a while ago," I said. "Look Bailey, it was a one time thing. I got lucky." Bailey studied my face for a few seconds. "Bullshit!" Magdalena moved from her spot to the sofa nearest me. Kneeling on it, she joined in the study of my features. "Abuelita said you had to be training for a long time." "My mom took me to some old women who did the stuff. I was baby when I started, like still eating baby food age." I said. "It stopped a few months before she died because they were getting into herbal stuff and the Jesus-thing. She said I didn't need it. Hell, I don't even speak Spanish!" "Lo entiendes?" Magdalena asked. "Yes, I understand it," I replied. "So you can help with my shoulder?" Bailey asked. I sighed, "Fuck me! I'll do it but don't tell anybody else, okay?" "Are you for real?" Susan asked. "A witch doctor is such bullshit." "Massage therapy!" Magdelana said, biting each syllable off as she glared at Susan. "White people didn't invent everything. It's been done in Latin countries for centuries." "So you're not going to burn leaves and shit?" Jennifer asked. "Like dance around the room half-naked?" I almost laughed at the disappointed look on her face. "It's not like that," I said and then grimaced. "Some of it is like that without the dancing half-naked, but like I said, my mom stopped taking me to the old women so I only know the hands-on part of it." "She must have insisted they not teach you the religious stuff," Magdalena said thoughtfully. "Boring! Do you have premium channels?" Jennifer grabbed the TV remote. I was losing my good impression of our Class President. "Will it distract you?" Bailey asked. "We could go into the other room," I replied. Bailey walked over to Jennifer and snatched the remote out of her hand. "That would defeat the purpose of bringing the girls." "I'm not going to win," I whispered. Janet must have heard me because she covered her mouth to stifle a lƒaugh. "Do you still have the massage oil sampler I gave you?" I asked her. "Did you give me that stuff because you were hoping..." "No! Dammit!" I threw my backpack on the ground. "You're gay; I get it. It's a nice kit. I figured girls, together, massage oil, maybe she hadn't ever gotten massage." "Oh!" Janet's eyes lost focus. "Does that work?" "I don't know," I said. "You have a better chance with girls than I do." "Excuse me." Bailey raised her hand. "We're here for my shoulder. I don't want to interrupt but it's hurting a lot." "What are you talking about?" I said. "Not more than before." "Yes, it is." "That's not right," I said. "Nothing I did would make it worse." "Something she did could have." Magdelana plopped her ass down on the sofa, crossed her arms, and gave Bailey an I-told-you-so look. "Someone thought she was fine and tried the same stunt that fucked her up to begin with. Didn't land it again!" "Cheerleaders!" Jennifer huffed. "Shut up, Jen!" Bailey dropped her best nasty look on Jennifer. I got the feeling this was something that played out many times with them. Their quick smiles when they looked away from each other confirmed it. "I need the coconut scented oil," I told Janet. "Unless you've got any orange scented in the apartment." "Why the coconut?" Bailey asked. "You're an orange," I replied. "Like in the juice carton pictures. Bright, every part ready to burst with..." "I think he likes you," Jennifer told Bailey. Bailey kicked my backpack away when I reached down for it. "Jen, seriously, shut up! I need his help." "You can get a massage at the gym," Susan said. "I did," Bailey said. "Mateo didn't do a real massage. He rubbed my shoulder for a few seconds and then pressed down on the spot that hurts. I tried the same thing. I mean, it wasn't that hard to do it but I got nothing." "Sounds more real than the guy at the gym," Magdelana said to no one in particular. "I guess since Mateo doesn't use chemicals it's just witchy stuff like a midwife." "I don't think it's the same thing," I told Magdalena. "Technically speaking, women were having babies before we had huts called hospitals." "Here it is," Janet said, handing me the small bottle of massage oil. "If she's an orange, why are you going to use coconut?" Jennifer asked me. "You're not any one thing," I answered. "Unless you're really fucking shallow." "She is a cheerleader." "Push your top and bra strap off the shoulder," I told Bailey. She pursed her lips, "But you said my shoulder wasn't the problem." The girls stared at me expectantly. I think Jennifer wanted to see some half-naked dancing. "It's not but..." "My neck and back," Bailey said. "So fix them." "Your neck and back are out of alignment, by themselves and with each other," I said. "It's not going to be a massage. I have to adjust you." ƒ "You sound like a chiropractor," Susan said. "I thought you were a sobador," Magdalena said looking at me. "I guess a huesero makes more sense." "What the fuck are you talking about?" Susan asked. "I think it sounds cool," Jennifer said. "You're kind of cute, Mateo. Does the neck and back thing call for the half-naked dancing?" I gave each girl a hard look, "Yes, I've been trained in traditional Meso-American healing practices. No, I don't know any of the ritual or herbal stuff. No, I've never heard of anybody having to dance half-naked or fully naked as a part of it. Yes, I trained as a masseuse and bone-setter; Magdalena used the Spanish words for them." "But my neck and back aren't broken," Bailey said. "The words don't translate well," Magdalena told her. "They're titles." "What's Meso-American?" Jennifer asked. I looked towards the door. "Okay!" Bailey said to me. "So you can help me. Will it be permanent?" "Probably," I said. "It might take a realignment and later on to massage the affected areas a couple of times. I won't know without touching you again and that takes..." "My clothes off," Bailey finished for me. "You said there was no naked stuff." Jennifer sat up straight. Janet looked like it would take wild horses to drag her out of the room. "It's not just to see me naked, right?" Bailey asked me. I'd never seen her unsure of herself. "You don't have to be naked." My dick didn't like me very much at that moment. "My grandmother always had people get naked or at least mostly naked," Magdalena said. "I need skin to skin contact," I told them. "The bra won't be in the way unless it's directly on top of the spot on her back I have to fix." "Down to panties too, right?" Jennifer asked. "No!" I replied too quickly. Some of those smiles that guys don't understand passed between them. "Are we going to do this or not?" I asked. "You, girls, ambushed me. I can go read in the library or something." "What if I'm not wearing a bra?" Bailey asked. "I'm kidding, Mateo," she said when I took a step away from her. Pulling up the yellow shirt, she flashed the matching bra at me. "See, we're good." Unlike Janet, I couldn't watch Bailey take off her shirt. I put the massage oil down on a table and stared at the floor. "Okay, I'm ready," Bailey said, walking up to stand in front of me. "Turn around," I said as clinically as I could. She turned around. Trying to be clinical didn't help me; mostly because a sixteen year old male can't be clinical with the hottest girl in school standing with her back to him while only wearing a very thin, yellow bra. She was wearing jeans but the top part of her being half-naked got all my attention. I put my hand on her back and let that distract me from who I was touching. My fingers were at the small of her back. When you train at such a young age, what you do can become instinct. I traced two fingertips up Bailey's spine until I was three inches from the bra strap. I followed the wrongness in her body to the right of her spine. It wasn't much but combined with the neck problem it threw off her muscle balance. Some muscles had to work harder than others and some worked less thus weakening them slowly. Taking a deep breath, I put the other hand on her back and walked both sets of fingers up Bailey's back to her neck. The problem there screamed so loudly I was surprised Bailey didn't know the real source of her pain. The work I needed to do here would scare her. I'd have to do it first or she'd balk. "Face me." Bailey turned around. She looked up at me; we were standing so close together I could feel the warmth of her breath. "Against me," I said. "I need to feel your problem from this side." It was a lie, but one that would distract her. "A little tighter," I said. Bailey pressed her chest and belly against my body. I wrapped my arms around her neck. After widening my stance, I hugged Bailey tighter and pressed my fingertips against her neck. She must have figured it out at the last second. Her hands grabbed my side and she tried to push me away. I lifted, straightening her neck, and pressed hard with two fingers to force her neck back to normal. In the moment between deciding to apply pressure and applying it, I sent the heat of my body into hers. It was the part that mattered the most. Bailey's hands relaxed against my body. She gasped, louder and deeper than in the cafeteria. "It's okay, Bailey," I whispered into her ear. "I have you." I sent more of my heat into her body. Touching her neck with all my fingertips, I increased the flow. "Oh my God!" Bailey cried out softly. She pushed against my crotch and rubbed. That was new! I couldn't let her go; her neck was drinking in the heat. Her muscles were adjusting back to before the distribution of work had been thrown off. It was an uncomfortable pair of minutes for me. "Is that it?" Jennifer asked finally. "One more thing," I said, letting Bailey go and stepping back. "Turn around." Bailey's eyes were out of focus. Her mind was somewhere else and happy to be there. Thankfully, her body followed my instruction. Setting her back right required less work, especially with her body so relaxed. Having already used the hug method on Bailey, I decided to use it again instead of getting her to lie down so I could do her back with just my hands and fingers. I hugged Bailey into me, wrapping my arms around her until I could rest each hand on the opposite sides of her rib cage. She didn't protest this time, letting me lift and twist her. She gasped again. Sliding my hands below her breastbone, I sent the heat into her body again. This part would have been easier with her lying down, but the extra couple of minutes needed were worth it since Bailey was obviously not comfortable with me or else she wouldn't have brought the other girls. "Okay, we're done," I said into her ear. "You're hard," Bailey told me, standing up on her toes and pressing her ass against the penis doing an impression of oak tree trunk. "Give it a few more minutes." "Yeah but..." "You're a boy," Bailey said. "That stuff makes you embarrassed and there's a few cute girls who are going to see, and can I say, 'Wow! I thought Reggie was big!'" "You're not helping," I whispered. Bailey was still pushing her ass back. She settled down on her feet before replying "You're a nice guy, Mateo. Janet is right, you're sweet." The humor in her voice told me Janet had spilled her guts about my most hated adjectives. Nice and sweet--Bleh!!! Five minutes later, I had my backpack on and was thinking about heading home to start story time early. "Are you going to have to massage me?" Bailey asked. "I won't bring the girls." "Massage definitely requires some nudity," Jennifer said. "Someone should be there to protect you." "I'll do it!" Janet volunteered a bit too quickly. "No," I said to break the uncomfortable silence. "You probably would have been okay if you hadn't tried to do that thing Magdalena was talking about." "You can say hi to me in school," Bailey said as I turned to walk out. "To all of us, we're not that bad or bad at all." I stopped and looked at her. "No, thanks. I don't need your boyfriend kicking my ass." "He's not my boyfriend anymore." "That makes it worse, Bailey." "It's bullshit, girl," Jennifer said to Bailey. "He doesn't want anything to do with us." I nodded after a few seconds, "Since you're all here, I guess it means Janet could do better. I like being alone. I'm not interested in sports or being in college application enhancing extracurricular activities or singing in a group or doing anything in a group." I looked at Bailey; the hard-on thing had been kind of her. I didn't think I owed her, but I was also being an asshole about not wanting anything more to do with her. "There's evil in your..." I gestured with a hand to her right breast and then to her left breast. "You should get it checked out." The shock on Bailey's face is something I will never forget. The fear also! "That's taking this shit too far!" Susan exclaimed. "Evil! Really? What the fuck? I thought your mom dragged you away before they could get you into the religious crazy of being a witch doctor." "It's going to kill her," I said, keeping my eyes on Bailey. "What else would you call it?" Their silence gave me enough time to make a getaway. At least, my sister was greatly appreciative of a two story night. ------- Chapter 3 It was a miserable pair of weeks before Winter Break. I couldn't piss off one high school girl and not get ganged on by her friends. Bailey seemed okay with me ignoring her for a couple of days after I did my thing again, but on the third day all hell started vibrating. She said hello to me in the hallway. It took me by surprise and without meaning to I kept walking. Once you do it one time, it's easier to keep doing it and at some point on the fourth day Bailey gave up. She didn't give up the right to be pissed though or to have her friends be pissed for her. Those friends included Janet meaning I had to deal with nights at home with the Steps. Of course, it was for nothing! Reggie, being a high school idiot, held it against me anyway. It was just words but the other jocks joined in. The cheerleaders and popular girls settled for mean looks directed at me. They would have pushed it further, causing an escalation on the boys' side, but Bailey didn't share why she was pissed at me. Even I got that Bailey's anger had a little bit of 'Boy that I like is not paying attention to me' vibe, which is probably why Reggie took the initiative and escalated the bullying. I had never been so happy to see the first day of Winter Break. ------- I couldn't believe it. How the fuck did I get assigned to a cabin by myself? There is being the high school nobody and then there is people whose job it is to make sure you stay out of trouble leaving a teenage male to his own devices. Technically speaking, with Bailey's no-details-disclosed public dispute with me, I no longer qualified as a nobody. Looking around the cabin, I decided not to go find the Retreat coordinator. If they were going to give me my own cabin, then fuck it! I tossed my stuff on the cot and checked out the wood stove to make sure my ass wasn't going to freeze at night. Our school had a very generous endowment to be spent in bullying prevention and trying to make high school not so high-schoolish for losers. I heard the donator had a rough time at our school. She married money and spread the wealth. My opinion--she wanted to torture jocks, cheerleaders, and popular kids for what her classmates did to her. I couldn't see any other reason someone would give money for something as ridiculous as a Leadership Retreat. Some bright banana thought it a fantastic idea to take the 'leaders' of the student body and the most miserable representatives of the huddled masses to the snow-covered, tree-filled boonies for some trust and role reversal exercises. Clearly, I was on to something with the rich woman using the present set of elites as a proxy for her own torturers. It didn't work out the way adults thought it would. Of course! The high school quarterback can get some of his own back when you yell at him for five minutes that he's a loser and wimp. He might not do it at the Retreat, but adults can't watch us twenty-four seven in the real world. Personally I didn't think I belonged at the Retreat. I had a thoroughly realistic view of what it meant to be a nobody in high school, abso-fucking-lutely nothing. Not a single jock in the HISTORY of our school made it to the pros; not a single cheerleader went on to be in a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader Calendar or a Playboy Centerfold; not a single popular kid made it to the halls of the U.S. Senate. I didn't see the world in that way because I was special or intelligent or any other bullshit. Someone got into a car while they were fuck-ass drunk, crossed a double yellow line, and killed my mom. I've been in the chair when the cop says, 'I have some bad news'. Life already happened to me! High school was passing the time before they called me an adult. If I went through it unnoticed, it put me on the winning side of the coin toss. On the other hand, the Retreat got me away from the Steps for a long weekend. It let them be a 'real' family and I didn't have to watch. It took all of one trust exercise for the idea of my own cabin to start sparkling as long as nobody found out about it, especially Reggie. The trust exercise was the falling into somebody's arms Beast. Surprisingly, only the losers got dropped. God forbid, one of us let a jock's perfect fanny hit the ground. (To be fair, most of the jocks were okay in that they lived in one world and the rest of us lived in another. Adults do it too, although there it's about the rich and everybody else. The thing is, a few bad apples does ruin the bunch when they literally taste like shit. More of the cheerleaders could be classified as bitches, but loser males, like me, want them and can't have them. It causes a bias, so fucking sue every horny teenage guy who never got his hands under a cheer skirt.) The first night in my cabin, I had to consider the possibility that the Retreat coordinators were phoning it in as badly as the kids. Nobody had even come to check on me! The door opened and Bailey stepped inside the cabin. On television, sometimes they show a really smart person looking at a puzzle and through the wizardry of special effects the person's mind makes the puzzle whole. I had one of those of those moments when I saw Bailey. It finally made sense! "How did you do it?" I asked her. She put a bag by my cot before smiling at me. "I have my witchy ways." "Seriously." "You can have witchy ways but not me?" "Bailey, I don't have witchy ... can we not say that again? Ever! I had some backwoods medical training from some women who, looking back, didn't have all their marbles in the same brain sac." "I talked to Maggie's grandmother." Bailey reached into the bag and pulled out some candles. Walking around the room, she lit and set them on the floor. "Maggie talked to her really, but I was there. The old woman is proud! You know what I mean? Like she's been through shit but washed herself off and kept walking through life. She was a good healer before the arthritis got her. You're better. A lot better!" "You don't know anything about this stuff, Bailey," I said. "Not my words," Bailey replied, setting a pair of candles on a shelf. "You know what it takes for woman who has been failed by most men in her life to admit a teenage boy is better than she ever was." Bailey pulled a jar out of the bag and gave it to me. "Orange, right?" Removing the stopper, I smelled the contents before pouring a couple of drops on my hand. I rubbed the oil into my palm, high quality and from the scent a custom item. "I ordered it," she told me. "Does it smell right?" "Bailey..." I stared at her and shook my head. "This is a bad idea." "You're from the same country as Maggie's family," she said. "Her grandmother told us a legend about their witch doctors. Like every three or four generations, there's a boy who is trained by females in all the healing disciplines. The boy can teach other witch doctors, but not everything because the truth is he's born knowing things the women don't." Despite myself, her story was interesting. It could have been the way she kept pulling up the shirt to expose her belly. "Maggie's grandmother said she never lied to her patients about what she could do." Bailey stared at me intensely. "But she's heard if it doesn't kill you right away a boy like that can perform miracles. You're one of them, aren't you?" I raised my hand in a WTF gesture. "You knew what is wrong by touching me," she said. "Not evil spirits invading my body, you knew it was my neck and back. You also knew about my breasts before my doctor did." I shrugged. "Mateo, maybe the neck and back thing I could buy, but my mom died of breast cancer," she said. "My tests came back positive. Doctor Yeh is amazed I caught it so early." "You're too young," I said. "Evil." Her hands balled into tight fists. "It really is the best word." The last thing I would have ever wanted was to have that in common with her. "My mom was killed by a drunk driver," I told her. "I think it sealed the deal for my stepdad and me being strangers to each other. He tried help me make sense of it, but it doesn't! You die of old age, and I get it because life isn't forever. When there's no reason for it..." We stood in silence for a couple minutes. "You're the one Janet owed," I said. "Yes," she told me with a smile. "Some of it was selfish, Mateo. Janet and I were friends in grammar school, I made it clear to the people who start the crap that whether we hung out or not I remembered braiding our hair together to pretend we were Siamese twins." "You're joking," I said laughing. "Oh no," she replied. "Pretty sick, huh?" "Your idea?" She nodded. I laughed the hardest I had in a years. "I'm going to die like my mom, aren't I?" she asked me. I looked at the orange scented oil jar in my hand. "Bailey, I don't know anything about what Magdalena's grandmother told you." "Everybody but you calls her Maggie." "I'd be offended if you called me Matt or Matthew," I said. "My mom gave me a name. I'm sure Magdalena's mother thought about it too." "She doesn't mind--Maggie, I mean." I shrugged, "I can help you." Bailey bit her lower lip, "You have to know that's impossible but you say it like it's nothing." "You came to me." "And Susan, Jennifer, Janet, pretty much every one except Maggie thinks I'm crazy." "My mom only let me work with kids," I told her. She stared at me with her eyes growing wider and wider. "I know things and I can't explain how I know them. That part of what Magdalena's grandmother told you is very true. I know I can help you." "She said you would," she said, "but I'd have to be naked." I smiled. "Yes, Bailey, you would have to be naked. Skin to skin contact. What you have is rarely just in one place. I'm also going to break up the focal point, which will send it out to your entire body. What happened with your neck and back is that one area got stronger working to weaken another area. What I do is about everything, you can't afford not to attack evil everywhere." "It wasn't about everything before." "An injury isn't disease. If I'd given you the whole treatment you'd..." "You cheated me!" she interrupted. "I could have finished the job instead of letting your body do it over a couple of days." "This is the weirdest conversation I've ever had," she said sitting down on the cot. "I don't believe you can help. Not really, you know what I mean?" "It's not voodoo, Bailey," I said. "Can I keep my panties on?" she asked. "My breasts are the problem so you're going to be handling them but my vagina isn't involved." "It's like washing a dog and cleaning up that area." "You didn't fucking say that!" Bailey exclaimed. Fuck yeah, I did! Idiot! (Me being the idiot.) "I didn't mean that you're a dog." She crossed her arms over her breasts. "I told you in Janet's apartment you're gorgeous," I said. "I'm not going to be thinking about it when I'm touching you." "Really?" She put a whole lot of 'unconvinced' into her tone of voice. I couldn't blame her either since there was no way I'd have my hands on her pussy and not think about the fact my hand was on Bailey Rose's pussy. "Look," I said. "You're going to be very relaxed so if I do that towards the end you won't notice it until you think about it later. Plus it's not as embarrassing as with your ass." "What?!? You're not touching my asshole." "I shouldn't have said that last part!" "You're really going to..." "Bailey! Take my word for it, after a few minutes you're NOT going to notice most of what I'm doing." I said. "It's going to be much tougher for me than you." "So you are going to be thinking about it when you're touching me?" "If you don't want to do it, it's fine with me," I told her, "but could you go so I can get sleep? I have a full day of dealing with your ex-boyfriend tomorrow." "You don't have to be an asshole!" She didn't get up from the cot. "Turn around and get the light." The cabin had an electric lightbulb, not that it did much. I flipped the switch and waited for Bailey to finish. "On the cot?" she asked. "Yes, on your back to start." "You're not making it easy, Mateo," she whined. "I figured you wouldn't want me to start with massaging your butthole." A few seconds later, we burst out laughing. "I'm ready," she said. I took a deep breath before turning around. She had not covered herself with the blanket. Looking at Bailey in her naked glory was not as much fun as it sounded. My dick hurt! The candles flickered, lighting and shadowing different parts of her. "You might as well take a good look," she said. One of the candles caught her eyes perfectly, making them glow. "It will probably be easier that way." I stood over the cot drinking her in; breasts not too big, a neatly trimmed bush, a flat tummy without showing muscle, a half dozen beauty marks strategically located to enhance her beauty by marring perfection. I wasn't going to get used to it so I poured a line of oil from her belly button to the hollow at her neck. I poured additional oil into my left hand before putting the jar down beside the cot. She watched my hands as I rubbed them together. The old women used to start with people's arms; it's how they tried to train me. I reached down and touched Bailey at her temples. We looked into each other's eyes. I waited for her to trust. I didn't need it--she did. Her breathing was too fast. I waited. Bailey's cheeks tightened. She must have been biting her lip. I waited, letting her see I was going to wait as long as it took. She didn't relax, instead she closed her eyes and gave herself over to me. I nodded, relaxing Bailey was my job. The heat poured from my fingertips into her temples. I applied the tiniest amount of pressure and rubbed them in small circles. Her breathing evened out until it matched mine. She was almost to the point I wanted. I always started with the face because it got us over the line of trust sooner. "Your hands are so warm," Bailey whispered. She wriggled, her mind making her body physically represent taking the final step into my care. My fingers drifted down her face until I could pass them over her lips. "No more talk." The face can't take much pressure without pushing the person out of the moment. If the problem lay there, I always came back to it at the end. Bailey didn't need it so I only traced my fingertips over her skin. One pass with a little strength and I moved on. Moving to the top of the cot, I massaged Bailey's neck. Her head arched back as my fingers wrapped around her. My fingers stroked the back of her neck while my thumbs circled and reversed, circled and reversed. Her neck could take more heat than her face so I fed it fully. I'd done her a bit of wrong by not doing a better job when I realigned her, so I spent extra time letting the heat from my body whisper to her. I reached down and grabbed her by the armpits. Straightening, I pulled her arms up and let them fall until I was holding Bailey's hands. Given a different environment, I would have worked Bailey's hands individually. Whatever Bailey had done to get us privacy, I doubted it precluded the chance of a coordinator realizing that putting one of their charges in a cabin of their own was not the greatest of ideas. I worked her hands fast and moved down to her wrists. By the time I finished Bailey's arms she was dead to anything but the feel of my hands on her body. I lay my hands flat above her breasts. It's evil to me, the sickness in a person. Not because I believe in good and evil the way religious people do, it was the only word for a shard of anti-life driven into someone's body by fate or, in Bailey's case, genetics. I pressed down and passed my palms over Bailey's nipples. Some animal part of my brain appreciated the symmetry in the ratio of nipple size and shape versus breast size; the areola slightly wider than a fifty cent piece with the nipple a hair less wide than a dime. The evil had not traveled outside of Bailey's breasts, which made things easier. I could dilute it and use the rest of her body to fight it. I cupped the bottom of her breasts, using my thumbs to rub the nipples. My hand guided the heat I was putting into Bailey's body. It surrounded the darkness, walling it in and squeezing it into a tighter space. Tighter and tighter, I drew the heat around Bailey's death. One final circle and I shot heat into the center of it. Some broke off, trying to find purchase elsewhere in Bailey's body. I didn't have enough time to do more, but Bailey appeared willing to do what was needed so I'd have multiple sessions as long as this one went well. I lifted my hands and shifted to stand at the side of the cot. Some oil had pooled in her belly button. Not enough time passed for the rest of it to dry on her skin, but I poured more onto Bailey's torso. The hard part was over; I only needed to give the rest of her body enough heat to fuel the battle against the piece I'd broken away from her breasts. Bailey's tummy was flat. I placed my hands, wrist to wrist, on her belly button. I breathed in and pressed my hands down then up towards her breasts. I rubbed the sides of her ribcage, tracing each bone. I spent time on her stomach wall, pouring heat into Bailey. Her thighs were slightly spread, giving me access if I wanted it. I decided to wait until the end. She could go deeper and touching her pussy might have shocked her out of it. Like her belly, Bailey's thighs weren't as muscular as I would have thought, smooth to the eye and my hands. I smiled wondering how long it took for Bailey to shave her legs knowing there was a good likelihood I'd be running my hands up and down their length. I gripped her thighs and squeezed. Bailey opened them wider, I thanked the candlelight for not letting me see more than I could handle. Bailey wriggled as I touched the bottom of her feet. I strengthened my grip to get her over that hump. I spent longer than I should have on her feet because not much more was left, bringing me closer to touching Bailey intimately. At her breasts, the disease distracted me, but at her core there would be no such relief. Her body accepted the signal to turn over. I bunched her hair and flipped to the left side of her neck. Most of a massage is rub this part and then that part and then another part. Each part is unique though; you can't encircle someone's spine at their lower back the way you can at their neck. You can't press down on their neck the way you can between their shoulder blades. Tracing a fingertip down a woman's side isn't the same as walking the highway of her spine. There wasn't as much intimacy in touching Bailey's back as there was to her breasts or belly. I stood over her with my hands flat on her skin, my elbows locked. A flood of heat traveled from my body into Bailey. Her breathing slowed and deepened as I filled her with my essence. It was something else the old women didn't do; they always rubbed their heat in. They asked me repeatedly why I did but even as a child I instinctively knew they could never understand. They didn't have enough heat or control over it to transfer it so directly to another person. Bailey pushed her ass up as I worked her quads, the back of her knees, and calves. It was time; I had given her buttocks a little attention but there was only the final line left to cross. Bailey breathed out a high pitched moan when the oil invaded the valley of her ass-cheeks and wet her most feminine area. She pulled her knees in a bit to raise and open her ass. In this Magdalena's grandmother was right, I knew things I could not explain--like, though it had never been a part of what I did, Bailey needed the orgasm as much as everything else. Crossing that line would make her come back rather than chase her away. Two of my fingers started at the top of her ass, found the separation between her cheeks, and followed it down and around. My fingers barely touched Bailey's pussy when she threw her knees out and her ass up. I found the button and rubbed hard. Bailey pushed against my fingertips; I rubbed harder. She screamed! Floating in the aftermath, Bailey didn't notice my fingertip when I massaged her anus. I kneaded her buttocks waiting for Bailey to come down. It wasn't long before her knees moved in and down. Her groin settled back on the cot. I took my hands away from her and stood beside the cot. She turned over and opened her eyes. She looked up at me. I hadn't intended it, but the tent in my pajamas was the most prominent thing in her line of sight. Bailey reached up. "Don't!" I cried too late. Her hand touched me through the thin layer of cloth. I wasn't wearing any underwear! I grunted in release. For everything I did to Bailey, all the way to the orgasm, her touching me was the most embarrassing part for both of us. We didn't look at each other or speak as she dressed and walked out. ------- Chapter 4 Whoever says males aren't intuitive should do a study of high school girls' ex-boyfriends. The new bane of my existence, Reggie, made my life hell the next day. He arranged with his buddies to partner me the entire day. The coordinators were, of course, oblivious to how often Reggie had to redo trust exercises when I was the one doing the trusting. At least for the personal stuff, I lied my ass off, though it only aggravated Reggie since he was too keen on torturing me to separate the lies from the truth. Not that it was hard--when I opened my mouth, I was lying to him. With Reggie egging his friends on, meals turned into an ordeal. Thankfully, the coordinators decided to forego the night activities in favor of some friendship exercises done in the cabins. With a cabin to myself, the exercises went quite well for me. I lay on the cot staring at the ceiling after the lights went out in the other cabins. Bailey avoided me all day, but I thought she might come by. The cancer scared her and she wanted to believe I could help. Bailey and her mother had been disappointed by modern medicine. I'd taught her body how to proceed on its own. The darkness at her breasts would continue to splinter, making it easy for the rest of her body to defeat it. Chemotherapy might help with it being so early. Deciding whether I should try to persuade her was not easy. I knew what I could do for Bailey but I had no reasons that would make her believe it too. Bailey stepped inside the cabin. She didn't look at me as she closed the door and sat on the cot by my hip. She would't want to talk about what happened, so I made it easy for her. I stood up and lit the candles around the room. I flicked the light switch off. Bailey was naked and lying on her stomach. I almost laughed, which would have ruined everything. Her ass lifted as I walked towards the cot. Another orgasm was obviously on Bailey's list of expectations. She left the jar of massage oil the day before. I reached under the cot to pull it out. While delayed gratification is great in theory, I think this particular female wanted me to get to the point. Bailey had probably been thinking about it all day and worked through any qualms. Starting with my hand on her pussy would also cross the last line of trust between us. I wet my right hand with oil. After setting the jar down, I put my dry hand on Bailey's ass. She pushed her hips up, making her pussy available to my touch. I placed the middle finger of my right hand on her anus, leaving it there for a second. Drifting downward, I used two fingers to split her pussy lips open. One finger circled her entrance before dipping in an inch. Bailey moaned; a quick lift of her ass pushed me another inch inside. My dick could have punched holes through the cabin walls. Bailey moved her ass restlessly. I pulled my finger out of her pussy and touched her clit. It didn't take much. I went with linear, back and forth, strokes rather than circles. Bailey moved with me as I rubbed her clit. She groaned, moaned, and finally screamed. Her ass quivered as she came. I wrapped an arm around her waist, pressed down on her clit, and rubbed harder. "NO!" Bailey yelled. She tried to escape but I was holding her too tightly. Bailey lost control of her body, convulsing as I called another orgasm out of her. She sobbed softly when her body came down from the pleasure. I grabbed a towel to clean my fingers. Pushing her ass down so she lay flat on the cot, I poured a liberal amount of oil on her back. The foundation had been laid the night before. I only needed to spur Bailey's body on and feed it more fuel. As I expected, a little more of the evil at her breasts had been broken off to be destroyed by the rest of her body. I'd done it with children, but Bailey was different. Her body could hold more of my heat; with her disease in its infancy, it wouldn't take as many sessions as I previously thought. Considering how openly she accepted my hands giving her orgasms, less sessions with her was a bit of bummer. I took my time rubbing oil into Bailey's neck, her back, a lot of time with her lower back and ass, her thighs, her ankles, and her feet. I surreptitiously tried to figure out what Bailey had done to shove me into my own cabin. I don't know how she managed it--I was the only kid on certain pieces of paperwork. For instance, I was on the attendance list and group exercise lists, but not assigned to a coordinator on the housing list. The coordinator map didn't have my cabin as being in use. When I released her feet, Bailey turned over. She stared up at me through eyes slitted open. Like the night before, my hard-on pushing on the pajamas dominated her field of vision. Her knees came up a few inches then opened. I smiled at the offering or maybe request. Bailey wanted another orgasm. I'd never done a massage with any intention other than to help a body heal. As I touched Bailey, the desire to see her well was there but I also wanted Bailey to explode from what I could do to her. My hands touched her belly; along with the usual heat, a new one coursed from my body into Bailey. Her mouth opened as I outlined each muscle beneath her skin. Her breathing deepened, Through my hands, I felt her heart race. Touching Bailey's breasts was more sexual than before. I assaulted the darkness, but there was no hiding that I was fondling them, appreciating in a sexual manner how beautifully proportionate they were to the rest of her. They fit fully in my hands! Bailey tried to climb to the top of the cot to keep my hands on her breasts when I moved on to her neck. I gave us a few more minutes caressing her nipples before my fingers moved on. My fingertips kissed her face, her lips, and her earlobes. She pressed herself into my touch. Some time later, I stood by the cot. Bailey's spread legs asked me to give her pleasure for the third time that night. I didn't bother with the oil; Bailey provided everything we needed. I palmed her pussy, driving two fingers as deeply into her as I could. Bailey arched, grinding her clit against the heel of my hand. She grabbed my arm with her right hand and squeezed hard. I hooked my fingers inside of her. Bailey took charge, moving her hips in the motion that gave her the most pleasure. I watched her face; I thought Bailey was beautiful but with her mouth open and her expression straining she was near to the divine. She came! Bailey pulled me from my reverie by reaching into my pajamas. Her hand was on my cock before I understood what she was doing. I looked at her face but found no clue to what she intended. (Clear from her touch what she intended but not why.) It was amazing! Her hand so soft even with the tight grip she had on me. She sat up a little and pulled me around. My mind shutdown for the few seconds it took to get between her legs. "No!" I whispered when her hand released me. I was leaning over the hottest girl in the school. She was naked. I was ... Bailey opened the buttons on my pajamas and pushed the pants down my hips. I was over a naked Bailey with my hard cock exposed. She didn't say anything. Our eyes met as she closed both sets of her fingers around me. Bailey stroked my dick. "Unh!" I grunted. I couldn't say how I lasted so long, but it wouldn't be much longer. My hips moved forward; Bailey stopped her motion. I wanted her to do it! My body didn't care and it seemed neither did Bailey. She let me fuck her hands. My body took over. I pulled back and thrust. It was too much! I pumped into Bailey's hands, rapid motions as my body tightened. "UHHH!" I groaned. "Yes!" Bailey whispered. Too much! All of it was too much! My body released a different heat. Cum flew out of me and onto Bailey's skin. Then again! I opened my eyes and looked down. Bailey was actively stroking me. My semen was spattered on her belly, breasts, all the way up to her neck. She did something to my cock, more cum squeezed out of my body and dripped onto Bailey's pubic hair. She didn't look at me as she dressed. I watched her. As slow as she was dressing, I got the feeling she wanted me to look. She turned around. I realized under her clothing my cum still stained her body. Bailey touched my face, staring into my eyes. She reached down to kiss me before walking out of the cabin. It was my first kiss. ------- Chapter 5 Reggie wasn't much of a bother the next day. Not that he forgave me for whatever crime against the Jock Code he thought I committed, I just didn't give a fuck! My mind was on what happened the night before, my cum on Bailey, and what would happen when Bailey came to cabin again. I dropped Reggie a few times accidentally and on purpose. He tried to bring my mind to the present with name-calling and some man-shoves. He gave up mid-afternoon, passing me off to his friends. From the whispers around me, the cheerleaders were planning a Ditch late at night so the boys weren't into torturing me. It gave me a few hours to simmer in thoughts of Bailey. Sitting in my cabin, it occurred to me that my favorite blonde would be a hostess at the Ditch. Did orgasms overcome the pull of being at the top of the high school ladder? It wasn't like she'd never had them before; she dated Reggie for a year and had a couple of boyfriends before him. I paced the cabin, hoping she would come by and trying to plan what to do if she did. Planning implies the ability to get from point A to Z, yet I lacked the experience with girls to be confident about getting more from Bailey than what she had already given. In the end, I went with underwear with no T-shirt as my plan. I was good with a handjob and figured being in my underwear suggested my price for continued medical care. Granted--it made me a douche but I'd be getting off. I started to think she really wasn't coming when the door opened. Bailey turned from closing the door and froze. In that second, I realized I wasn't being a douche in a general sense, I was being a douche to Bailey. My hands came around slowly to cover my groin. "I had to stop by the party," she told me. "How did you get this one over on the coordinators?" I tried to slide over to my pajama bottoms without Bailey realizing I wanted to put them back on. "They ditched us too," she said. "They do it every year and don't come back until morning. The ones left behind aren't the type to get up and check on their kids." "Won't your friends notice that you're gone?" I made it to my pants. Using my toe, I arranged it so I could step into them. "You lit the candles already," Bailey said and flipped off the light. It was my turn to freeze. "The girls are covering for me," she said. "They think I'm getting even for what Reggie did." "So they know?" "Not with you," she replied. "They think someone is coming to pick me up." "Maybe Reggie will lay off me," I said, kicking my pants. While the day had been easier, he was getting to me. She stared at me for a full minute. I fidgeted when her eyes locked on my groin. "No sex," she said. "Not yet." "Umm ... okay." And I thought I was hard before! "If I take care of you now, will you take your time?" she asked. "YES!" I snapped my jaw shut. She raised an eyebrow. "I mean, it was time for a longer session." "Really?" "The more time I spend on you the better," I replied. She smiled and the eyebrow went higher. "There's a limit to what you can take." Nodding slowly, she giggled. "I'm sorry, I mean..." I shrugged. She sauntered over to me. Her hand slipped into my underwear. I stood on my toes as she stroked my dick. "No!" I whispered when she pulled her hand out. "Sssshhhh!" Bailey Rose grabbed the sides of my underwear and pushed them down. My hips. My thighs. My knees. My ankles. My feet. Her hands were on my hips, guiding me to the cot. Bailey's fingers on my stomach made the muscles quiver. A guy should not quiver, but I was quivering! Smiling, she pushed me into a sitting position. I watched her throw a pillow on the floor. With a knee, she spread my legs. She pushed the pillow between my feet and knelt on it. Bailey didn't say anything. She didn't look at me. Her hand grabbed my dick; it jumped in her hand. I squeezed my ass, trying not to come at the thought of what it appeared she was going to do. There was no hesitation in Bailey. Her head went down. For an instant, I felt her breath on me and understood what it meant to throb. I was in Bailey Rose's mouth! Nothing could have stopped me from pushing up. Bailey's lips closed around me and still she kept going downwards. There was texture to the rubbing of my dick. This wasn't my hand! Her tongue felt differently from her lips or the roof of her mouth or the way deeper inside her mouth something caressed the head of my dick. "Jesus Christ!" She moved. Up--my hips tried to follow to stay in her mouth. Please do not go! Down--my hips stayed still as the additional height made Bailey take me deeper. I wondered how anything could feel better and then it did... My hand was in Bailey's blonde hair. I pulled her into me. An orgasm rose from every corner of my body and rushed towards my groin. I don't know if Bailey tried to escape, but nothing could have broken my hold. The orgasm travelled up my dick and into Bailey's mouth. "Unngh!" I lay back, my head and upper back off the other side of the cot. My hand held Bailey while my hips drove upwards. Something squeezed at the base of my dick as I thrust into Bailey's mouth one last time. Some time later, my eyes opened. Bailey was standing between my knees. "Girls don't like it when you force them to swallow." "Uh ... I'm sorry ... I didn't..." "It's okay with me. At least, it is now." She touched her lips. "I didn't like it with Reggie, but you taste different." "I do?" "Probably not," she shrugged. "Maybe orgasms make me want to be nice to you." I stared up at her. "Did it make you want to be nice to me?" she asked. I noticed she was naked. "They're gone all night?" Bailey's smile touched one ear and made it around to the other. "Don't make promises you can't keep." "You're the one who wants me to be nice to you." I found the energy to get up from the cot. "Lie down on your stomach." To be clear, I didn't plan it. I wanted everything that happened but deserve no credit for it happening, even being in my underwear was only intended to get me another handjob. I won't go so far as to say it was my Fate to get blown by Bailey, but the moment I put my hands on her, things were going to follow ... and follow. I spent time on Bailey's body, more than she imagined possible. I did want to be nice to her; I wanted to do everything I could for her. There was more I could have done, but we didn't have all the time in the world. Her fingers and hands took me thirty minutes. Much, much later, I stood over the cot with Bailey laying on her back. She looked up at me. Her knees came up and dropped outwards. Hours with my hands on her, more intimately than she had ever been touched, what could we expect? I think Bailey knew and that's why she said, 'Not yet'. Neither of us were thinking. This is what followed from what we had done. Neither of us needed to think. She reached out with her hand. I took it in mine; I kissed her fingers and let her hand go. Moving to the foot of the cot, I kneeled on it and crawled between Bailey's legs. She pressed her knees against my body. For a second, I was lost; Bailey's hand found me. She pulled me down, adjusted the aim, placed me at the door, and got out of the way as I plunged into her. Our breaths sucked in as I sank deeper. Bailey wrapped her legs around me. She grabbed my hair and pulled me down. Our mouths came together with the awkward clash of teeth. I kept moving into her. Bailey's tongue met mine. My body stopped. It wasn't enough! Bailey must have thought the same thing because her hands reached around, scratching my ass before trying to pull me deeper. I moved back and thrust with everything I had. The massage put us on edge. I pulled back. Bailey's hips rose up to meet my thrust. I thrust! We were desperate; pushing, pulling, thrusting, lifting, breathing. I don't know how long we went at it, maybe minutes or maybe only seconds. I didn't have the brain cycles to experience it, only to thrust into Bailey mindlessly. She squeezed me--with her arms, with her hands, with her legs, but most off all her pussy squeezed my dick. Her mouth opened and the air in her lungs exploded into me. "YES!" she gasped. Her orgasm was too much for me. I wanted to be there with her. I needed to be with Bailey. I pushed against her. My hips pressing into her. She squeezed me again, bearing down on me, needing me to join in her pleasure. One more push against her and my cum pumped into her. Bailey wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. Her hips moved against me, drawing the maximum pleasure possible from my body. We stayed locked in that kiss while we floated down from the heights of the moment. Staring at her must have made Bailey uncomfortable. I wasn't stupid enough to think having sex made me a man, but I was different. This was the woman who made that difference! She put her hands on my chest and pushed. I sat back on my heels. Bailey dressed; I thought she was going to leave without saying a word. It saddened me that what happened wasn't going to be acknowledged in some way. Thankfully, I was wrong. Bailey stood next to cot, touched my face, and leaned down to give me a gentle kiss. I watched her walk out of the cabin. I convinced myself she had never kissed anyone with that much intimacy. She had given me something, maybe I had given her something too. The truth was very different--I had taken something and she had taken something. ------- Chapter 6 I have a theory. Women claim to be more intuitive than males. For the moment, let's ignore that intuition might be a way for women to forego logic and reasoning in their decision making. I theorize that in total weight men and women are equally intuitive but some men suck the intuition out of males around them. For instance, Reggie had to have vampired every swinging penis in a ten mile radius. The motherfucker knew! Unbeknownst to me, it IS possible to ruin the day after a teenager loses his virginity. I was skipping from cloud to cloud only to have Reggie nuke me from orbit. Maybe it was a hangover from the Ditch but he dropped me in the trust exercises so often the coordinators noticed. Things only got worse with football as a unity building activity. Yeah, exactly! While everyone else played flag football, I was trying out for the part of Tackling Dummy Number Three. It's no use to deny athletes and really smart kids get pushed through the education system with a liberal application of lubricant. I don't blame people. Teachers and administrators handle thousands of students during their careers; it must be rewarding to get your hands on someone who has a chance to be more than the local hardware store clerk. Girls go for athletes because there's not many measures of success in high school. But did they have to wait until their star basketball player almost put me in the hospital to yank me from the game! Hell, some of Reggie's friends stepped up to reel him in before the adults cried Uncle on my beat-down. I wouldn't have traded Bailey for relief from Reggie's hazing, nor would I give her up if it meant him stopping. Something was going to have to give though! It didn't help that some male part of me thought I deserved it. I did fuck someone he considered his woman. It didn't make sense, but I've come realize the phrase 'It's a guy thing' is a way for males to forego any sense in what they should or should not feel so we can continue to blithely tell women it doesn't make sense for them to feel or not feel something. Like I said -- it's a guy thing. ------- It's not so much that I didn't have the emotional capacity of a turnip. It's that so many emotions storm through a teenage boy and none of them are placid. I hated Reggie! I liked Bailey! (A Lot!) I wanted to fuck Bailey. (A Lot-Lot!) I wanted to kill Reggie. I blamed Bailey for Reggie. I felt some minor guilt towards Reggie about Bailey. I really wanted to fuck Bailey and I didn't know if she was going to come by. I hated not knowing! By the time Bailey showed up, I'd driven myself into quite ... if I were female, it would be called a 'tizzy'. I had also made myself naked. She turned from closing the door and squeaked. Her eyes widened at my nudity and charge towards her. Bailey might have wanted to say something, possibly to explain how we couldn't do it again. I didn't give her a chance to say anything so I'll never know. I grabbed her arms, raised them above her head, pressed her body against the door with mine, and slammed my lips down on hers. Obviously, the 'slamming' thing is an emotional description. If two sets of lips slam together, it means chipped or broken teeth. I wasn't in the mood for talk, I wanted Bailey! She moaned into my mouth. Her tongue found a way between my lips. Our tongues tried very hard to become one. Her quick surrender to what I wanted gave me enough confidence to let her arms go. She wrapped them around my neck to hug me tight. My hands were on her shorts. I don't know how I managed to get through the belt, buttons, and zipper, but a great deal of fumbling later, Bailey was able to get her shorts down by moving her legs around. I feel confident Bailey had not come to say it was over since she wasn't wearing panties. My fingers found wet desire dripping out and coating the inside of Bailey's pussy. It is unequivocally the hottest thing in the fucking world--a woman wanting you so badly, it's physical for her too! My mind took a long walk on a short pier. I wasn't yet past the point of just getting on top of a woman and thrusting through the Pearly Gates, but Bailey Rose, wet and moaning, did things to me. I wrapped my arms around her waist, picking her up. Walking to the cot, I spun Bailey around to deposit her on the cot. I kept my hands on her, guiding her to a position on her hands and knees. She let out a sound that depth charge my mind deeper into the water. I should have taken my time. Later on, I wished I'd taken a few seconds to enjoy the sight of Bailey with her ass in the air waiting for me to fuck her. I wanted to run my hands over her body like she was a prize filly. It flat-out was not going to fucking happen! Thank God or Evolution or the Supreme Seeders of Planet Babaloo that the male and female members of our species fit so perfectly together in the moment of procreation! I had not traversed the sexual experience scale far enough to understand the mechanics of taking a woman doggie style. I stood behind Bailey's ass and thrust forward. She was there to accept me. Thank you the people of Babaloo! I grabbed her hips, pulling her back and pushing forward. My dick fucked deeper and deeper into her. Bailey threw her head back, sending blonde hair flying. I was running on pure instinct. Tightening my grip on Bailey, I fucked in and out of her as fast and as hard as I could. I held her still. I pushed her away from me. I pulled her towards me. Bailey also tried to meet my thrusts. The only reason it lasted as long as it did was because we couldn't coordinate our movements as a couple or individuals. Somehow, between the mad thrusts and getting in our own way, Bailey found enough stimulation to orgasm. She stopped moving. I pulled back and found resistance when I tried to push back into her. Her pussy was squeezing shut! It gave my body purpose, something to come together and combat. Her body was resisting and it WOULD NOT be tolerated. My hands grabbed Bailey's asscheeks. I spread them open. My hips went back. Pulling Bailey towards me, I pressed my cock into her. She tried to stop me or more correctly, the physical reaction to her orgasm tried to blunt my thrust. I kept pulling and pushing, driving my dick slowly into her. I'd like to say I won the war, but it was more like her orgasm ended, opening her body to my thrust. I'll lay claim to victory since she came again when I hit bottom and used very short, powerful thrusts to find my own release. Considering I felt guilty towards Reggie because I fucked his ex-girlfriend, it should come as no surprise my sexual aggressiveness towards Bailey also made me feel twinges of that emotion. Clearly, anything I felt about wronging Reggie was not going to be an obstacle but, basically, attacking Bailey could bite me in the ass. We had established the currency for our interaction though. She got massages and I got to put my hands on her. Without the Ditch from the night before, we had more time. I used every second of it to convince her body and mind that suffering through a minor surge of male sexual dominance was a meaningless price to pay when the benefits were so overwhelmingly pleasant. I enjoy giving massages. There's more to it than having done it for so long or the connection to my mother or the things women will trade in return for what I do to their bodies. Everything is still when my hands are on person; very little exists except my hands and the heat. The other person doesn't matter, even when it's a beautiful woman like Bailey. They are just the receptacle for what I was born to do. Bailey received a torrent of heat. The next day we would be back in the real world. Her social status meant a new boyfriend needed to be acquired soon. I wanted to make sure I had done what I could for her. The sex helped. The night before I had not noticed until afterwards and I'd been too busy to confirm during the last bit of animal sex. During copulation, I must have sent a deluge of heat into Bailey. Every skin to skin contact gave my power a penetration point. My dick was the most powerful source, sharing that part of me from inside Bailey. Later on, it would become the salient point of my sex life. I took my time because I owed Bailey after taking what I wanted with no thought to her. And because the evil in her body was in full retreat. The kids the old women let me work on were either not that sick or I never saw them again. Bailey was the first time I could 'watch' as my touch defeated the piece of anti-life invading her body. Standing over the cot, I looked into Bailey's eyes. "You're okay now." I think she believed and didn't at the same time. The intellect and the heart making the paradox possible. She reached up, wrapping her fingers around my hard dick. Using her grip, she pulled me into position straddling her face. Her tongue extended out and licked under my crown. "Huh..." Bailey kissed the tip of my dick. Looking at me seriously, she spoke, "If I'm going to suck your dick anytime you want, you ARE going to say hi to me at school, Mateo. If I'm going to fuck you anytime you want, you ARE going to treat me like a friend." She didn't wait for me to agree. In that, I guess Bailey figured, whatever my instinct, the application of feminine persuasion would only help her cause. Bailey Rose licked me to a cum. It started slow, a light touch of her tongue under the crown of my dick. Over and over, almost love in a lick. Sometime after I tried to bend the cot frame with my hands, she applied more pressure with her tongue and licked faster. And faster. And harder. And faster. I was in fucking hell! I was in fucking heaven! I was out of my mind and out of my soul. She licked and licked. Her hand held my dick in place as she licked and licked. "Jesus Fucking Christ!" It was whimper more than exclamation. I squeezed my eyes shut. I held my breath. I exploded the air out of my lungs. I throbbed. Bailey must have known it was time. She took the head of my dick into her mouth. It didn't stop the licking though. She took me in deeper until she could press her tongue against the same spot she had been attacking. For a second, I understood why women loved getting oral sex so much! She worked her tongue on my dick. It felt like a slow motion money-shot from a porn movie. Throb! Spurt a perfect line of cum. Throb! Spurt another perfect line of cum. Throb! Bailey clamped down with her lips and hands, sucking out whatever sperm was still left in the channel. ------- Epilogue It's not like I didn't plan to say hi to Bailey or smile in the hallway as I passed her or pretend she hadn't ignored my existence for the last two and a half years by joining in whatever conversation she dragged me into. The thing is she wasn't in school the first day back or the second or the third. That will make shit of any teenage boy's plan! By the time, I saw her on the fourth day I talked myself into believing she regretted what happened, that she didn't mean 'anytime', that she didn't really want me to treat her like an every day acquaintance. So when I caught a flash of her hair out of the corner of my eye, I ran the other way. Janet found me sitting in the stairway at the start of my lunch period. "Hey, dude. What are you doing in here? Don't you have lunch?" "Don't you have class?" I grumbled. "Sick teacher and no sub." She crouched in front of me. "Are you okay?" "I really don't want to talk about it, Janet." "That's some stupid shit to say to a girl, Mateo." She knelt down and sat on her heels. "What's up?" Being my only friend, I didn't have much of a choice, even if I REALLY did not want to talk about it with a girl. "I have a problem," I said. "I had sex with Bailey." "Maybe you need to look up the word problem because sounds like you have it confused with 'I hit the lottery'," she said, giggling around the words. I pressed my lips against my teeth. "I'm sorry," she said, patting my knee. "You banged the hottest girl in school and now..." "I have to say hi to her and be her friend," I said. "Only if you want to her to blow and fuck you again," she said. I sat up straight, "She told you?" "I'm friends with both of you," Janet replied. "Except for Maggie, Bailey's friends don't get it since you're not hot or anything." "Hey!" "I'm lez, dude! Maybe Bailey sees something I don't," she said with a dismissive wave of a hand. "I also set the trap for you at my apartment so I was someone she could talk to." She slapped my knee, "I don't get it, Mateo. She's hot! And she wants to bang you a lot. You can't think being a shithead is the better choice." "I'm not a shithead!" "You hate jocks. You don't like cheerleaders, probably because you want to fuck them but you can't. Wait! Doesn't the Captain of the Cheerleading Cult wants to fuck you very often? Which by itself makes you a shithead! You can't stand the popular kids who aren't jocks or cheerleaders. You're not the sharpest tool in the box so you resent the smart kids. You think the stoners are idiots." She ticked them off one by one on her hand. "Should I go on? I mean, is there anyone in school who doesn't know your opinion about the below-stupid kids?" I sighed. "You're a shithead," she concluded. "Reggie is going to kick my ass," I pointed out. "That fuckhead is going to kick your ass whether you're fucking Bailey or not," she told me. "Because you already fucked Bailey and if he doesn't know it, he thinks it." "Her friends aren't going to like it." "Bailey doesn't give a shit what other people think," Janet said. "She plays nice until someone gets in her face." I looked down at the floor. Janet leaned over to grab my face. She made me meet her eyes. "Mateo, you're going to fuck her. I bet she's already done some shit to you that ... You're going to do what she wants because she didn't ask for a lot compared to what she's going to give you. It's how Bailey Rose works!" She slapped me lightly. "Get over yourself, bitch! Let Bailey dictate how your friendship is going to roll. You keep rolling her into a little fuck-me ball when the two of you are alone." "Shit!" I groused. "I'm going to be one those douchebags who follows behind a popular girl's shit." "Yeah, but you're going to fuck her," Janet said, slapping me again. "And she's quite adventurous in that area. Come on! She's probably waiting in the cafeteria for you to admit she's won." "Fuck!" I said, grabbing my bag and standing up. "Wait! How do you know she's adventurous in that area?" Janet might have gotten away with a lie about Bailey spilling things, except her face gave it away. Intense shivers flowed up and down my body. I grabbed Janet's arm and spun her around before she could get away. "Tell me!" I insisted. Janet looked around furtively before stepping close to me. "That's what Bailey wanted to smooth things over for me." "What?" "She'd make it clear to her friends I was off-limits if I..." My mind blanked. Janet and Bailey! "You're shitting me?" I whispered. "You were her lick-bitch?" Janet punched me in the arm. "No! She returned the favor." My mind didn't want to process that piece of information. "Since when?" "More since she started dating Reggie but from when I got caught with that girl." "Holy fucking shit!" She grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me in until we were nose to nose. "Mateo, I know where you're at right now! Do whatever Bailey wants! She was more bossy with me than she is with you, but it was worth every single time we were together. Believe me!" Punching me in the chest, she continued "And don't think about telling anyone." "Bailey?" I said, staring at Janet. "Bailey!!!" "Why the fuck would Reggie cheat on her if she's like that?" I wondered out loud. "Wait! She was cheating on him. I mean, a girl doing another girl is still cheating. Right?" "You're the idiot sitting here wondering if pussy is worth being nice to THAT girl," she said. "I wasn't going to not do it," I said, taking the steps two at a time. "What a fucking cliche! Tell a guy a girl is into other girls and he runs to follow her shit." "Hey! I never tried anything with you." She stopped and gave it some thought before nodding. "What a fucking cliche! Tell a guy a girl is into guys AND girls and he runs to follow her shit." "That's right!" I said holding the door open for her. She punched me in the gut. Janet had never been that friendly or touchy with me. I stared at her back wondering if the impossibility of Bailey and me changed things for Janet. The truth is that being the nobody can be habit forming, especially if you don't think it's a bad thing, but there wasn't a plane of existence I wasn't going to do what needed to be done to explore what Bailey meant by anytime. Being polite and friendly required thought though, and my hesitation was somewhat based on believing I might well fuck it up. If I did forget myself, I could have to go above and beyond to get back into Bailey's good graces. It was a slippery slope; then again, the walls of Bailey's pussy could well be described as slippery when she got excited. "Take a deep breath," Janet whispered as we finished getting our lunches and walked into the seating area. "Hot blonde fuck buddy to the right. We're going to pass by close enough for a hello." "Your teacher isn't sick?" I asked. "Nope," she replied. "I wasn't going to miss the Great Hater Mateo kowtowing to a cheerleader." "Bitch!" "And ... now!" I turned my head towards the cheer table. Bailey's dark blues were waiting for me. It wasn't hard at all--I smiled and opened my mouth, "Hi!" "Hey," she replied. Janet and I kept walking. She led me to a spot, taking the seat that would force me to sit facing the cheer table. Bailey was watching me; she smiled widely and raised an eyebrow. "Okay, you're going to have to practice the worshipful smile," Janet told me. "Right now, it's more of a crazy stalker thing." I broke the eye contact with Bailey. "Thanks, Janet." "It's fine," she said. "We figured you needed help with Bailey being gone most of the week. You're a lot like her actually--you both like your plans." "We?" "You didn't think Bailey Rose was going to let you escape her clutches, did you?" Janet's hand paused on the way to sticking a french fry in her mouth. She pursed her lips, daring me to pursue it. "Dude, it's worth just for how badly it pisses of Reggie." "Shit!" "It's not bad or at least you get used to it very quickly," she said. "Come to think of it, you're a guy so getting your dick wet in that pussy probably means you'll have an easier time of it than I did. I'm sure it's biologically imperative for you to be tolerant of girls like her. Plus, she likes you more than she ever did me." I looked over Janet's shoulder. Reggie was staring bullets at me. Lots and lots of bullets! "Shit!" "She's cancer free, Mateo," Janet said. Her eyes were thoughtful and serious as they stared at me. "Bailey insisted the doctor test her again, then the doc wanted to run more tests because she didn't believe it. Doctor Yeh thinks it was a mistake with the first set of tests." I shrugged. "Bailey doesn't." I didn't know what to say to say to her or to Bailey later. It was impossible for me to question the things I had always known or to explain them to people who didn't know them too. Bailey was looking over her shoulder at me. I didn't smile as we stared at each other. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2011-03-25 Last Modified: 2011-03-26 / 08:22:35 am ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------