Storiesonline.net ------- Charlotte's Movie by Ken Randall Copyright© 2003 by Ken Randall ------- Description: The epic tale of teenage romance where an average everyday kid meets the most beautiful, popular, and sexually adventurous girl in school. Their quick fling blossoms into a romance neither of them are ready for but which neither can resist. When Charlotte proposes they make a sex tape, they're caught up in an adventure that changes their lives forever, and might even change the world... (This is the long, raunchy version. See "A Beautiful Mess" for the tamer, shorter version.) Codes: MF mf Mf mF ff Mult humor tears rom 1st teen cons lolita reluc dru span cheat wife oral anal mastrb pett size ------- ------- Cast Stars: Anthony James Mitchell,... a student, 16 years old Charlotte Bethany Lawsen,... a student, 16 years old Sheila Marie Unger,... a student, 16 years old Stephanie Lawsen,... Charlotte's mom, porn actress (Juanna Lamie), 34 years old Ronald Lawsen,... Charlotte's Father, adult film producer, 37 years old Amy Elisabeth Veradelle Prescott,... Charlotte's sister, a student, 13 years old Major Characters: Bailey Meredith Anderson,... Anthony's mother, a nurse, 40 years old Vanessa Ann Unger,... Sheila's mother, assistant manager, 36 years old Douglas Donovan Devone,... adult film actor ("The Bone" Devone), 27 years old Damika "Mick" Robert Preston,... friend to Anthony, a student, 16 years old Janine Beatrice Best,... friend to Anthony, a student, 16 years old Steven Albert Henridge,... acquaintance of Anthony, a student, 16 years old Trevor Tanner Anthony Miller,... acquaintance of Charlotte, a student, 16 years old Minor Characters: Julia Evadarla Prescott,... Amy's mother, administrative assistant, 32 years old Justine Carol-Anne Campbell,... acquaintance of Anthony, a student, 16 years old Geraldine Meskaleck,... a student, friend to Charlotte, 16 years old Jimmy Allan Fespritz,... acquaintance of Anthony, a student, 16 years old Roland Darmouth Ericson III,... English Composition teacher, Ranger High, 42 years old Betty Christine Morgan,... school nurse, Ranger High, 35 years old Gail Whitney Ashton,... Geography teacher, Ranger High, 31 years old Donald Andrew McLeod,... a car salesman, 39 years old Shelton "Shelly" Morrison,... out-of-work actor, 31 years old Miscellaneous characters: Brian Skipschlak,... Charlotte's first oral sex, 14 years old Kimberly Skipschlak,... Brian's sister, 12 years old Charley Micheal Phillips,... Charlotte's first lover, 13 years old Carol Margret Anderson,... Anthony's first sex, 15 years old Rebecca "Double-D" Drummond,... Anthony's first "real" sex, 16 years old Fredrick Ranger,... fire fighter, saved 7 kids from a burning school, (died 1964) ------- Book I: The Plan ------- Prologue: The Legend Our school cafeteria had these ugly orange plastic chairs and matching trays. There were hundreds of them too, ugly as hell, all lined up around tables that wobbled when you leaned on them, and usually spilled your drink when things got a little boisterous, as they often did in a typical Frederick Ranger High School lunch hour. I walked with my orange tray through the cafeteria, looking for someone I knew, someone interesting to sit with. Charlotte Lawsen looked up from her conversation as I went by and stared at me, slowly turning her head as I progressed past her. She smiled and I nearly tripped over a kid who had his chair shoved way out into the main aisle. I stopped suddenly, almost spilling my French fries all over the idiot, and then smiled back at Charlotte. "Watch it, man!" the kid said to me. "Sorry," I answered, and when I looked back, Charlotte had turned back to her conversation again. It was the briefest moment of eye contact with the hottest girl in school and it had made my whole day. I really needed more excitement in my life. "Anthony! Over here, man!" It was my buddy Mick. He was sitting with some guy I'd never even seen before. He pointed at a couple of empty chairs at their table. It was as good a place to spend my lunch hour as any. I slid into the row, again tripping over someone's school bag, and slammed my tray down onto the table. "Damn it! Move your fuckin' bag, Steve!" Steve Henridge, a nerdy-looking guy from the A.V. club, was sitting at the table behind me. He tugged on his bag strap and pulled it under his table. I wasn't really mad at him. Just embarrassed. The new kid pulled the chair out for me, and I sat down next to him, across from Mick. I straightened my drink--it had almost fallen over--and settled into place to begin eating. "Anthony, this is Jimmy. He's new to Ranger. I'm just filling him in on who's who." Jimmy nodded at me and went back to gawking around at the various hotties in every direction. "Unbelievable," he said, muttering the word slowly and emphatically under his breath. "How do you guys concentrate on a moment of school work with chicks like these?" "You get used to it, I guess," Mick replied. "But there are some days when every fine-ass babe in school suddenly decides it's Torture-the-Boys day, and they all show up wearing short skirts and tight jeans at once. Then it's agony and ecstasy at the same time." He popped a French fry into his mouth and shuddered, as though to emphasize the point. "Nice." "Anthony, am I hallucinating or did I catch Charlotte Lawsen checking you out back there?" I shrugged. "Charlotte Lawsen? Who's Charlotte Lawsen?" Jimmy wanted to know. He leaned toward me a bit and scanned the rows of seats in the direction I'd come from. "Blonde, stacked like a fuckin' centerfold-of-the-year, about three tables back and two seats over, other side of the aisle. You can't miss her." Mick apparently knew exactly where she was sitting without looking. "Oh my fucking god!" Jimmy said. He stared blatantly for about thirty seconds. Charlotte threw her head back and laughed loud at something a girlfriend said to her. Then she pointed at her and held up four fingers. "Oh my god, four!?" her friend yelled. Then they all leaned in and spoke more quietly. Gossip, I assumed. "Wow," Jimmy said. "That, my friend, is Charlotte Lawsen, the reigning queen of Fredrick Ranger High, the hottest piece of ass in school, and the most popular." "She got a boyfriend?" Jimmy wanted to know. We all laughed at him. "Charlotte doesn't do the boyfriend thing," Mick said. "Why not?" Jimmy asked, still staring at her. She tossed her hair around in a spinning fan of golden silk as she turned to say something exciting to the girl on the other side of her. "Because having a boyfriend would get in the way of her, um, social life." Mick said social life with finger quotes in the air and a smirk on his face. "What do you mean?" "Well, let me put it to you like this..." He leaned forward, looked around to see if anyone was listening, and spoke in a lowered voice. Jimmy leaned in to listen. "Charlotte Lawsen, that absolutely gorgeous thing you see sitting over there, is a complete and total slut." "A slut?" Jimmy said, and his mouth gaped in hungry awe. "A slut. For her, sex is as free and easy as shaking hands. If you've got a hard-on, and you don't look like you just rolled out of a dumpster that morning, she'll probably do you at some point." Jimmy's eyes lit up like a predator who'd just caught the scent of easy prey. I gave Mick a disapproving look. Charlotte wasn't that bad. At least not that I knew of. "Well, he asked," Mick told me. "So what's the deal with her?" Jimmy said. "Is she like something you wouldn't touch with a ten-foot pole or what?" "Oh, no. Not even close. As you get to know more people in this school, you'll find that she's actually one of the most popular chicks around. Always has been." Jimmy was still watching her. He took a slow sip of his cola, eyeing her with what could only be construed as base animalistic lust. We all were. "You mean she's a complete and total ho-bag, but everyone still loves her?" "Well, not a ho-bag. She's not diseased or anything. But she does get around a bit," I answered. "So she is a ho-bag then," Jimmy replied. "Well, she hasn't done everyone, " Mick said. "But she's probably slept with more guys than any other chick in school. I was exaggerating a bit, I guess." "Like, how many? Ten? Twenty? Thirty?" "Around twenty maybe," Mick said. "I'm not even sure." "N'ah. It's more like ten or so," I added. I was pretty sure Mick was right, but I didn't like the way Jimmy was ogling her like a walking cum rag. "And she's still pretty popular you say?" Mick dipped a French fry in some ketchup and bit it in half. "Usually people hate sluts, especially other girls, and especially very beautiful sluts like Charlotte. But nobody hates her, not at Ranger High anyway. It's weird. She is a lot more slutty than other chicks, but she does have some rules when it comes to who she fucks." "Such as?" Jimmy asked, intently curious. His eyes turned to Mick just as Charlotte glanced over at me. I looked away, nervous as hell, but I couldn't look away long. I looked back and realized she was actually staring at me. Me? What the hell? She smiled again, paying as little attention to what her friends were babbling on about at her table as I was at ours. Then she wiggled her fingers in a little wave and went back to the little gossip session again. I almost had a heart attack. I turned back to our own conversation once again, resisting the urge to stare at her with all my strength. Mick was chewing a French fry. Jimmy waited for him to speak. "Okay," Mick said, counting on his fingers as though he was the resident expert. "She rarely, if ever, sleeps with the same guy more than once or twice. Once you've had her, she moves on. You're done. Then there's her No Snake rule: she never sleeps with another woman's man. She's a slut, but apparently she's not a backstabber, which is pretty classy in a way. And finally, as we said earlier, she doesn't do the boyfriend thing; she never commits herself to any one guy. She enjoys and even prides herself on being sexually free. Any time, anywhere, with anyone, within reason, is her motto." "Cool," Jimmy said. Mick continued. "But gossip and shit doesn't bother Charlotte at all. She actually laughs about it. Sometimes she even fills in the blanks for stories people tell about her, making them even dirtier than the version that's currently going around. You can't hurt someone's feelings when they consider being called a raging slut a compliment." Jimmy laughed. His laugh was lustful and covetous. It irritated me, like broken glass grinding under a steel door. I stepped up to defend Charlotte once again. "Besides all that, they say she's a really nice person, once you get to know her." "And she sucks a mean dick, too," Mick said. "You've done her?" Jimmy asked. His eyes were wide. His mouth hung open. He looked kind of stupid right then, but the topic was blowjobs, and few men can ever be accused of being intellectual about that subject. "Oh yeah," Mick replied. "I've been on the Charlotte ride and let me tell you, she was so good it damn near wrecked me. I literally couldn't think straight for days after that. No exaggeration. That girl knows tricks." Jimmy's chuckle faded into a low murmur: "Damn..." "And this is the other strange thing that sets her apart from other sluts," Mick said. "Just about every guy she's ever been with walked away with just as much if not more respect for her than they had before. She's not just being used by them, she's an active partner. She doesn't think of herself as a lowly cum dumpster. She thinks of sex as fun and exciting and she gets right into it. If there's any hint that the guy's an asshole, he's sent away to go jerk off to mere fantasies of having known her." "Sounds like a smart girl," Jimmy said. "She's a slut, but she's not a dumb slut. She knows her shit. She's like a sexual encyclopedia or something, a master, an expert. Guys get with her, and it's not just about getting their rocks off. They actually learn shit. They all walk away babbling like drunks though: she's amazing in the sack, or she's hands down the best fuck I've ever had, or she didn't just fuck my body, she fucked my mind too." Mick was out of fries, so he grabbed one of mine and shoved it in his mouth. "Have you ever done her?" Jimmy asked me. "Not yet. Maybe someday." "So she's like a fuckin' steaming hot version of Dr. Ruth or something?" "Yeah. Something like that. Chicks go to her for advice and shit, sexual techniques, ideas about how to seduce a guy, how to have a fling with a guy without being branded a cheap little whore. Stuff like that. She especially enjoys helping girls who were considered sluts in a bad way, to turn their reputations around. Charlotte always has good advice. Most girls who talk to her usually end up liking her as a friend afterwards, in spite of her reputation." A girl named Justine slid into the seat beside me and snatched up one of my fries as well. "Who are we talking about today?" she asked. "Charlotte Lawsen," Mick said. "Jimmy here is new to the school and he wants to know all about her." "Surprise, surprise," Justine said. "Every guy wants to know all about her. And they usually find out too, sooner or later." Justine didn't seem too bothered by Charlotte's reputation. She just laughed it off, proving Mick's point about her popularity. "You friends with her?" Jimmy asked her. "Charlotte Lawsen? She's like, so cool! I asked her one time what I should do about my boyfriend wanting to have a threesome with me and this other girl. She told me that if my boyfriend was a confident guy and truly loves me, then go for it. But if he's insecure at all, adding another girl into the mix will do nothing but damage. A guy like that doesn't really love you. He just wants you and this other chick to stroke his fragile little ego. Man, she was so right too. Darren was such a dickhead all the time, jealous and insecure. Not only did I not do the threesome with him, I wound up dumping him after I talked to Charlotte. She's awesome. I love her." Justine didn't even know Jimmy, but she was being as blunt as a baseball bat about her possibly having a threesome with her ex-boyfriend. Jimmy's eyes widened a bit. "Jimmy, this is Justine Campbell," I said. "She's somewhat of a slut herself, if you're interested." "Fuck off! I am not!" she said, but she knew I was just kidding. She threw a French fry at me and I had to flick it off my shoulder. Jimmy nudged me with his elbow and nodded towards Justine. "You two ever ... you know ... hit it?" Justine's jaw dropped in shock, but she laughed out loud at his blunt remark. She was blushing a bit too. She was a cute girl. Not as hot as Charlotte, but few guys would turn down the chance to get naked with her. She looked at me with an odd twinkle in her eye, perhaps remembering the one little encounter we'd had together a few months before. "Justine and I are just friends," I said. Jimmy began looking at Justine differently all of a sudden. She noticed and began acting a little more flirtatious in return too. It was subtle, but I knew her and I could tell. I guess she figured Jimmy was a good-looking guy, at least worth winning some attention from. Girls are funny that way. Mick continued his analysis of Charlotte Lawsen, while I quietly studied Justine's sudden change in behavior toward Jimmy with some amusement. "Anyway, Jim, that kind of talk about Charlotte is pretty common from the girls around here. The guys have different stories to tell, like Trevor here. Come here, Trev." Trevor Miller stepped up to the end of our table. He grabbed one of my fries and shoved it in his mouth as well. Damn! There were only a few left. "S'up?" he said, glancing down at Justine's rack. "Tell Jimmy here about the time you scored with Charlotte Lawsen." Trevor was instantly excited at the very mention of her name. He quickly gulped down the french fry and leaned over our table. He was talking too loudly and making big gestures, drawing way too much attention to himself. I felt embarrassed for Charlotte once again. I'm sure she could hear him. People at the next table over from us were turning around to look. "Man, Charlotte is a freakin' goddess. I swear. We were fucking one night, and I got all wound up and like, came too soon, you know. It happens. Damn! I felt like such a dickhead. But she turned it around, so that it was somehow a good thing. She was like, 'guess I'm a little too tight, huh?' in that sweet, sexy voice of hers. And she giggled. I fuckin' love that! If only every chick could be that cool. I definitely went out of my way to show her my appreciation after though. She told me she was gonna have to call in sick to school the next day, she was so sore from coming so much. Damn! She's hot!" Justine rolled her eyes at his blatant bragging, but Jimmy was hanging on his every word. Trevor was done the story though, and he wandered away toward the bathroom, probably to jerk off to memories of the night they were together. "So she really has done like half the school already!" Jimmy said. He looked around, amazed. There were a hundred guys in every direction you turned. I answered this one. "No. It's not that bad. She has been with a few, but like Mick said, she has rules. A lot of guys have tried desperately to get with her and were shot down. She's not mean about it or anything. She just sort of hugs them and tells them to ask her again some other time. They go away with their egos intact and a shred of hope. And they'll usually defend her when anyone badmouths her behind her back." "I would," Justine confessed. "Definitely." "Me too," Mick added. "Cool," Jimmy said. Justine continued. "Even some of the teachers have propositioned her." "Supposedly," I added. "The rumors about her have spread even to the school staff room and teachers' bathrooms. But we don't even know if it's all true." "I heard Mr. Donaldson made a pass at her," Justine argued. "Well that one is true, I think, but don't go telling anyone I said so. She shot him down of course, not wanting things to get too complicated. It was a smart move. She's a smart girl." "So what's the deal with her?" Jimmy asked. "Why is she like that? How'd she get that way?" "Nobody really knows," Mick said. "It's a complete mystery. She's somewhat of a celebrity around school, almost a legend. We all know what she's like, but no one knows why she's like that, or how she got that way. She should be a nice, decent, respectable girl. Her family's rich. She's beautiful, smart, talented. But instead of being a model student, a beacon of virtue, she's like, the hottest fuck in school. She's more interested in who her next lay is gonna be than in what college she'll attend after graduation. Nobody really knows why." "Wow," Jimmy said. He had finished his cola and was now fidgeting with the cup, still unable to take his eyes off of Charlotte. Even Justine was glancing over at her now. She spoke softly, continuing the tale, and we leaned in to listen. "They say she's been like this her whole life. She was the first in her school to kiss a boy, in grade three I think it was. She was the first to French kiss a boy, in grade five. She was the first to touch a guy's dick in grade seven. She was the first to do oral on a guy a few days after that. Eventually, she was the first to lose her virginity, in grade eight. She was only thirteen. Can you believe it?" "Thirteen!?" Jimmy said. "Shh! Keep it down, dude," I said, nudging him with my elbow. Justine continued. "They say she lost it in the equipment room during gym class. I'm not sure if the story is true, but this is the way I heard it from a girl who knows Charlotte really well. Apparently she snuck away with this guy Charley while nobody was looking. He started kissing her, pressing her up against the door. The next thing you know, he's tugging her sweatpants down and feeling her up down there, and fingering her and shit, and she was getting all hot over it. So then she's like, sliding his gym shorts down and his dick comes flopping out, right in her face and shit. She said he had like this big huge dick that was as big as a hot dog. That seems pretty big for a thirteen year old guy, but Charlotte's not known to lie about that shit. "Anyway, she grabs it and starts stroking it, and he was all 'Oh, god! Oh, god!' just about coming right there, and she's like 'You wanna put it in me?' and he just nods. Then she's like, 'Kay. Do it. But only for a minute, okay? I just wanna try it once.' He lifted one of her legs up over his arm, and after like five minutes of poking around down there, they finally get it in her. Their legs were all shaking and shit, and he was just about crying he was so excited. Finally he gets it in her, just pop! And it's like up inside her, and she was like all surprised and shit. She squeezed on his dick really hard, like, with her muscles ... down there, and he popped right out again." Justine giggled. We were all listening with rapt attention. "Anyway, they got it back in and this time he managed to get a couple of strokes in her, like almost really fucking her, you know, except it kept popping out again, cause she was like, so tight, and it was a weird angle and shit. Finally they like, pulled it out and ran over to this pile of gymnastics mats, and she laid down and spread her legs wide open, all panting and excited and shit, and he got it back in her. And they like, actually fucked for real for a whole minute, right there on the mats with like a hundred kids running around playing basketball right outside the equipment room door. Can you imagine!? But all of a sudden she says it started to feel real good and she was like squeezing on him really hard like she might come or something, and she was all wriggling her ass around and that was all he could take. He whipped it out and started shooting his goo all over her. So anyway, that was her first real fuck." "Damn..." Mick said. "Did he bust her cherry or what? Was there blood everywhere!?" "He said there was no cherry, at least none that he knew of, but he also said she was, what were his words? As tight as a clenched fist. He was the first guy in there anyway. Just in the right place at the right time, I guess. He made a few bold moves and now he's the envy of every kid in town. You can be sure a lot of guys got ideas in their heads after that." "What bold moves?" Jimmy asked, looking like he was taking mental notes a mile-a-minute. "Well, they were alone in there together. They were supposed to be sorting the balls into these bins, volleyballs in one and basketballs in the other, and he was like, 'hey, quit grabbing my balls', and she says, 'but your balls are so nice and bouncy!' with that giggle of hers. So he grabs her ass, just as a joke, you know. He says she shivered all over and gave him this look like she was just dying to kiss him all of a sudden. So he did. It just went from there. It could have been anyone. One minute they're just fooling around, the next he's sliding his dick up inside her and she's just letting him." "Damn..." Jimmy repeated. Charlotte sat there chatting away with her friends, oblivious to the fact that she was the center of a heated discussion on her apparently lax morals. We were all looking over at her. She was sitting there with her girlfriends, looking completely and totally hot, just talking and laughing and eating her lunch. After a moment of silence at our table, I continued. "As I said, though, I don't know if any of these stories are true. These are just stories we heard. They say that was her first real fuck, but was it even really a fuck?" "A few strokes that lasted less than a minute doesn't count," Mick said. "No way! You have to do it for at least a couple of minutes before it can be considered fucking. You have to at least get it all the way inside her." "He was all the way inside her," Justine said. "Hot dog, remember? She says he was all the way in, right to the bottom of her, once they were on the mats. That's why it felt so good all of a sudden. That's why she started, um, fucking him back. He got it all up in her and gave it to her. He got off, pulled out, and came. If you ask Charlotte, she'll tell you he fucked her good, so I guess that settles it. It was a fuck in my books. I would count it, if it was me." Justine was a little flushed now. Her cheeks were red, and her eyes were dilated. She was talking with slow, deep breaths. "Anyway, he was walking ten-feet tall the next few days, even though a few kids laughed about his hair-trigger performance." "That Trevor guy didn't last too long either," I added with a chuckle. "Neither would I, if I ever got a chance," Jimmy said, "if she's as tight as you say she is." Justine giggled. "She's probably tighter than they say she is. Charley had that nice big cock though, so I guess anything would be tight for him. Charlotte told us all about it. 'How could he not come like a jackrabbit the moment he got it in me? He was huge! And I'm so... tiny, ' she said. Anyway, that ended the teasing and he later became one of the most sought-after guys in school. I even thought about trying him out myself at one point, but then I hooked up with Paul." "You done Paul yet?" Mick asked, as blunt as a baseball bat once again. Jimmy coughed, and laughed a bit. "Of course! What do you think? We were dating for like three months!" "You're not with him anymore?" Jimmy asked. "Nope," Justine said, and popped another one of my French fries in her mouth. "It was mostly blowjobs with me and Paul though. That's all he ever wanted. It got so boring." Jimmy was now looking more and more at Justine and less at Charlotte. Apparently something had started between the two of them. Justine went back to the story. "Anyway, after that locker room incident of course, there was a problem with some girls treating her like dirt all of a sudden, just because she went all the way with a guy she wasn't even dating. They started calling her a slut, a tramp, and all sorts of other tasty nicknames along those lines. She has a strange confidence about her though. The name-calling seemed to slide right off her without sticking. These chicks eventually gave up after the guys began telling them they were just jealous little bitches. They said these chicks only wished they could be as cool as Charlotte Lawsen. Heck she was more popular than any of them. They would have gotten their asses kicked too, if Charlotte herself hadn't told her friends to just ignore them. 'They'll come around, ' she said. And I guess they did because the teasing stopped." "She's definitely a cool chick," Jimmy said. "The next big story that came out about her," Mick said, "was when she showed up at school one Monday morning and was telling all her friends she had gone all the way with a guy for like, almost an hour. It was with some guy she'd met at a wedding or something. She got a ride home with this guy she'd been dancing with all night and the next thing she knew, he was all over her in the car. So then she's like, giving him head and everything and he asks her if she wants to get in the back seat and she's all 'Uh-huh!' So they get back there and she says he fucked her for like forty-five minutes or something. He came like three or four times, she said. She wasn't even sure how old he was, but he was at least seventeen, maybe eighteen. She had just turned fourteen at the time." "Whoa," Jimmy said. Justine agreed. "She finished the story by saying she must have come like seven times. Wow. She said he was just absolutely incredible. I was there when she told all the girls about it. It was way hot!" "That story spread around fast," Mick added, "and that's when she first became a bit of a legend around here. After that, there seemed to be a new story about her just about every week, and sometimes a couple of them." "There was the story of her first time getting head from a guy," Justine said excitedly, "from a guy that went down on her for like twenty minutes." "There was the story of her first threesome," Mick continued, "where her and two guys went at it all fucking night in just about every way. That was a steamy one. They pretty much told everyone in school that story too, with big shit-eating grins.'" "Well if I ever get a chance to do her," Jimmy said. "I'll definitely give it a try." "Me too," Justine said. We all gawked at her and suddenly had images of a hot girl-on-girl scene between the two of them. She raised her eyebrows at us, grabbed my last French fry, and walked off with a cute little wiggle of her ass. "I wouldn't mind to get a piece of Justine as well," Jimmy said, watching her go. "Talk to Anthony about that one," Mick said. "He's done her!? You said you two were just friends!" "I went down on her for about two minutes in a closet. It was a dare. It was really lame. Real kids' stuff, you know." "Is she tight?" She was tight, extremely tight. I couldn't even get two fingers inside her. But I didn't answer him. Kiss and tell is not my style. I didn't even talk about that incident with Justine herself. She was drunk and apparently wound up giving two different guys head that night. Silly girl. Luckily one of them was so drunk he barely remembered it himself, so she escaped quite a bit of gossip. "You'll have to find out for yourself," I told Jimmy with a smirk. "I'm sure her ex, Paul, could tell you some stories." Charlotte got up from her table and walked over toward us. As she passed by she bent over and kissed Mick on the cheek. "Hey, sweetie," she said, and then let out this gorgeous little giggle that made me shudder with lust. Mick reached out and gave her cute little ass a nice firm squeeze. "Whoa! Hey now, Micky. You shouldn't get me worked up so close to class time..." Then she tweaked his ear and was gone. She glanced my way as she walked by though, and raised an eyebrow at me. My heart did a couple of flips and splashed down somewhere in my guts. What the hell was that about!? I was soon to find out. "Damn!" Jimmy said. "It's that easy?" "Well you have to get to know her first," Mick said. "I have. She is as tight as a clenched fist, let me tell you. Shit, it was nice. And what a fucking champ at cock sucking too. Wish I could talk her into a bathroom stall right now." "Why don't you?" Jimmy said. "Too close to class time, dude." "So!? A hot ass slut like that is worth being late for class over! You nuts, man!? I thought you guys said it was easy." "I'd do it in a second," Mick said. "But she's not one to cut classes. She's a smart girl." Jimmy was staring off at the table where she had been sitting. He was lost in thought. I was staring off at a blank wall, still wondering about that eyebrow thing. The buzzer went a few minutes later and we all shuffled off like zombies to our classrooms. Jimmy and I shared the next class and I had to show him where it was. It was English Composition and I was sort of the teacher's pet, so I was in no hurry to get there. We walked along slowly until the halls cleared out again, and we continued our talk. "So how long have you known Charlotte, Andy?" "Actually, it's Anthony," I said. "Anthony Mitchell. I've known Charlotte since she started school in junior high. We've never really been friends or anything, but we know of each other. I haven't hooked up with her yet, through all these years. I wanted to, just to see if the legends were true. I just never got the chance." "Not yet, anyway," Jimmy said with a sly smile. "But you seem popular enough. You must get a lot of tail around here." "I'm fairly popular I guess. I've had a few, but I'm not nearly as popular or experienced as Charlotte. I'm good at faking it, though. Most people assume I'm far more experienced than I actually am. Truth is, I'm just cool about it. I don't go nuts when I manage to get into a chick's pants, like other guys do. It makes people think I'm a bit of a sex machine, but I'm not really. I don't mind people thinking so though, especially girls. I hooked up with this girl, Trisha last week. It was really nice, and ever since then people have been looking at me funny. I don't know. I guess, treat a girl right and word will get around." Perhaps that was why Charlotte had been looking at me the way she had. Trish Seares was a friend of hers. "Cool," Jimmy said. "I'll have to remember that." We were at our class and we looked in. There was Charlotte sitting there in the middle row, looking as gorgeous as ever. "Well, here we are," I said. "It was nice talking to you, Anthony." "Cool, man. If you need anything, just ask." He went in, but I stood staring at Charlotte for a few more minutes. Suddenly Gerri Meskaleck was behind me, a pretty young thing, fairly popular herself. She was a friend of Charlotte's as well. Charlotte had a few friends in her inner circle. She was friends with everyone, but there were only about four or five that she shared everything with. Geraldine was one of them. "Mr. Mitchell," she said. "S'up, Gerri?" "You, apparently." "Me?" "You were all the talk at our table in the cafeteria. It seems a certain Miss Charlotte Lawsen was telling us all how cute she thinks you are." "Me?" I sounded more shocked than I wanted to. "And smart and funny, and what was it she said? You got deep dreamy eyes." "Really? She said that?" I suddenly had this Oh my god! feeling flipping around in my stomach. I tried not to let it show, but I think Geraldine could tell. "Now that I'm up close, I can see what she means. Yummy." "Um, thanks I guess." My brow was furrowed, confused, and I found myself blushing. Had Charlotte Lawsen, the Charlotte Lawsen really said those things about me? My first thought was that this was some kind of joke the girls were playing on me. But then again, Charlotte had been staring at me in the cafeteria, hadn't she? I hadn't imagined it, had I? No. She'd even waved. And now here was Gerri Meskaleck, staring at me like I was suddenly the flavor of the week. Something strange was going on. "That's private girl talk though, Mr. Mitchell. You didn't hear it from me." Somehow I got the feeling like Geraldine was instructed to let me in on that little secret though. She opened the door and went in. She walked straight over to Charlotte and whispered something to her that made her smile. I stood there a moment more, waiting for my blush to fade, waiting for my head to clear a bit. Then I took a deep breath, opened the door myself, and joined the class. And this is where my story begins. ------- Chapter 1: Concenstraighting It was a boring class as usual, a Monday afternoon, and I was almost tearing my eyes out. The teacher was going over the marks we'd gotten on our most recent essays, droning on in his thick British accent about how we could have made them better. I knew all the shit back and forth and inside out and was almost ready to fake a brain aneurysm just to get out of there. I was lost in a daydream, thinking about how the big red 'A' on my paper looked a lot like an upside down thong, when he suddenly called on me. "Mr. Mitchell did fairly well. Perhaps he would be kind enough to assist you with your next draft." "Huh?" I said. "Miss Lawsen failed the assignment, my dear boy. Would you be a gentleman and go through her work with her, assisting her in the areas she's having trouble?" "Well I'm no star student either," I answered. I was of course, in that class anyway, but I didn't want to seem like some kind of nerd or anything. "You're passing, and Charlotte is not. You'll do just fine, if you're up for it." She turned around and cast a heart-stopping gaze upon me. She nodded subtly and flared her eyes at me, telling me to say yes. "Sure," I said, shifting uncomfortably in my seat. An erection threatened to spring up in my pants. Jimmy gave me a thumbs up and grinned as if to say, "You lucky bastard!" "What do you think, Charlotte? Will Mr. Mitchell be able to show you a thing or two about English Composition?" "He can show me whatever he wants, Mr. Ericson." There were snickers and woo-hoos at that, but the teacher hushed us all. "There you have it then." And then he went back to his lecture, but he glanced over at me with a raised eyebrow that seemed to say, "I just did you the biggest favor of your life, kid. I hope you're thankful." Teacher's pet indeed. Thank you, Mr. Ericson. I floated through the rest of the class in daydreams of the incredible sex I might end up having, little realizing that that one incident would change my life completely. When class was finally over, Charlotte stopped me on my way out. "Anthony! Wait up!" She quickly gathered up her books and said goodbye to Gerri. I waited, willing myself not to shake in my shoes like a little boy. She hurried up to me and threw an arm around my shoulder, as if we were life-long friends. "Whatever can I do for you, Miss Lawsen?" I said, doing my best impression of Mr. Ericson's British accent. "I'm so absolutely delighted to make your acquaintance, Awnthony," she responded, doing an impression of her own. Wow! What a rack she had on her. I'd never seen it that close up, practically pressing into me from the side. It was dazzling. But her eyes were stunning as well, once I looked into them. "So we're study buddies it seems." "We are. Though I still don't know what's so special about me." "Well we'll find out won't we?" "I guess so." Charlotte stopped by a water fountain and took a drink. Suddenly her lips were wet. They glistened. She saw me looking, and smiled. Then she gave her lips a little lick. "So how do you wanna do this?" "The Library? After school?" "Sounds awesome! Meet ya there. 3:25." Then she leaned in and kissed me on the cheek and I felt her soft wet lips for the first time. I was instantly slain inside. It was a one-shot kill. But I managed somehow to give her a cool smile. She walked away, her ass swaying in a mind-numbing strut in those skin-tight jeans of hers. Then she was gone around the corner. I went straight into the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face to try and calm myself down. What the fuck was I gonna do? I could barely even look her in the eye! How was I gonna tutor her? I was horrified and elated beyond belief, both at the same time. Two classes later, I met up with her in the library. The place was empty except for a bookish-looking girl who picked out a couple of hardcovers, checked them out, and left. The first study session with Charlotte seemed to go by in mere minutes. We grabbed a table near the back and she sat quietly while I read over her essay. We were supposed to write about an important issue in today's society, citing at least one element of irony at some point in the work. Charlotte's wasn't terrible. I mean, I could see why she failed it, but I could also see what she was trying to say at least, and she did have some good points. She'd written about how young women are so fashion conscious, more so than men usually, because they use costumes as an outward extension of their inward identities. But then she went off into a tangent, discussing the irony of how the more confidence a girl has, the less clothing she wears, and how the insecure girls will often bury themselves under layers of clothing to cover over their perceived flaws. Then she tried to conclude with a paragraph about how clothing is an inverse metaphor for a woman's self-esteem. That's where it all fell apart. "You've got two different essays here, Charlotte. Do you see what I mean? It starts out talking about one thing, and it ends on a whole other topic. They're both good points, and well stated, but there's no consistency. And if I know Mr. Ericson, he's all about consistency." "I was so tired." She sat staring at me. Her feet were up on the rung between the chair's front legs, her chin was on her hands, her elbows on her knees; she was painfully distracting. I lost my train of thought. I just wanted to do nothing but stare at her all afternoon. "You just gotta make sure that you end with what you started out to say, and you'll at least pass." "Can I read yours?" "Sure, if you want." She picked up my paper and began reading it. "A, of course." She smirked at me. I almost shuddered. That frickin' smile of hers was deadly. "Looks like I landed the right partner." Then she continued reading. My essay was about how romance is slowly dying out in our culture as a result of increasing focus on material possessions, how the divorce rate is so high because everyone's working themselves to death just to get more possessions and not spending enough time on the things that really matter—love, romance, friendship. I began with an introductory paragraph that included an example from real life, I expanded into three main points with examples of their own, and finally concluded with an argument that society will one day be full of miserable people surrounded by wealth and riches, but not really having any other point to their lives other than owning them. It was a textbook example of proper essay format, and I'd stuck to my main arguments all the way through. The irony was that though we work ourselves to death in the pursuit of happiness, the things we really need the most are totally free. "This is absolutely beautiful!" Charlotte said. "Well that's supposed to be how it's done: topic paragraph, listing three main points, then explaining those points, then-" "No, I mean what you wrote here. It's so true! There's not enough love in the world." "Nope." "And you're right, in the end, it's all gonna be just a bunch of people, owning just a bunch of stuff, the economy will be booming, but no one will be happy. The more possessions we have, the more lonely we become." "In a way, you sorta said the same thing in your essay, except you were talking about clothes, as opposed to possessions in general, and young women, as opposed to society as a whole." Charlotte picked up her paper and looked at it again, as if she'd never seen it before. "You're right! It is sorta the same thing." "You just gotta tighten it up, slip in a main idea, work around that, and bring it to a nice conclusion. Slick, easy, and sweet as pie." She was staring at me, looking like she was in a daze all of a sudden. "What?" I shifted uneasily in my chair. A weird, nervous smile spilled across my face. "God, you're sexy." Those three little words hit me right in the gut. Boom! If it wasn't for gravity holding me to the chair, I think that comment would have knocked me backward, right though the wall behind me. "Uh ... thanks." "Tighten it up, slip in a main idea, work around that, and bring it to a slick and easy climax. I'll remember to do that next time." I swallowed hard. "I didn't mean to sound pervy. It just came out wrong." "You go ahead and be as pervy as you want, Mr. Mitchell. It makes studying a lot more fun. If you wanna talk about slipping things into my easy little pie, you go right ahead." I couldn't believe she was looking me in the eye when she said that. My erection was now throbbing hard inside my pants. I could barely keep from running out the door and jerking off in the nearest bathroom stall. She seemed to be completely calm though. "Are you okay?" she asked me, smiling cutely at the dumb-struck look on my face. "Yes. Very okay." "Me too." "Anyway. Let's look at your essay and try to figure out what your main idea is, and then we'll come up with three points to prove the argument, and a nice tidy conclusion." "Let's do that, sexy. But I have to run and phone my mom. She's probably wondering why I'm not home yet. I'll be right back." She got up and I watched her walk away. Her ass in the jeans gave my intellect another pummeling. I was reduced nearly to a drooling Neanderthal. Prolonged exposure would be enough to give a healthy young man a heart attack. A girl like that ought to come with a warning label. She glanced back over her shoulder and caught me looking. She grinned and blew me a kiss. Now I was painfully hard, and my cock was bent sideways in my jeans. I glanced around and saw that nobody was looking, so I unzipped my pants and pulled it out, right there in the library. The librarian was pouring over an old reference manual behind the counter by the main doors. Other than her, I was alone. Ouch! Was my dick ever aching! I slouched down in the chair and let it breathe for a few minutes, hiding it under the desk, and then I adjusted it again, into a more comfortable position, and zipped up my pants again. Charlotte came back, and she was humming happily to herself. She parked her cute little butt down in the chair and just stared at me with a sweet dreamy smile on her face. Her cheek was tilted down across her palms and her hair spilled off her shoulder down into her lap. "I'm back, sexy." "I noticed. How's yer mom?" "Awesome." "Cool." "How's yours?" "I don't know. I haven't called her. She works in the evenings sometimes. I never know when she's gonna be home." "Cool. What's she do?" "She's a nurse. What about yours?" Charlotte changed the subject, but I honestly didn't even notice. She grabbed up her essay and looked down at it, flashing her eyes up at me from over the top edge of her paper. Another circuit fried in my head. Those eyes! They were enough to nearly stop your heart, I swear. How much more of this could I take? "So where were we?" she said. "I dunno. Where were we?" "I believe you were talking about sliding something into my sweet easy pie." Pow! Another punch in the gut. She was like a prize fighter with that steady barrage of emotional and sexual wallops. I was getting punch drunk without her even laying a finger me. It felt like a gong going off inside me when she blurted shit out so bluntly like that. I shivered. "You're gonna have to stop that, dear Miss Lawsen. I'm having trouble concenstraighting here." "Concenstraighting? Oh my god, you're so cute!" "Sorry. I meant to say thinking straight, but then my mouth went into concentrating at the last second. You're messing with my head." And I blushed like a little boy. It didn't help that my dick was painfully hard in my jeans as well. "Sorry," she said, smiling a coy little smile. "Go ahead. I'm listening." Finally we got down to work. I began to get a sense of why people liked her as much as they did. She had a way of making you feel like you were the most important person in the world when she was talking to you. Her eyes locked onto yours, she listened intently, nodded and smiled, and then offered you feedback about what you had just told her. It was like she genuinely cared about what you had to say, no matter how trivial it was. It was very comfortable. At one point we got up and walked over to a book shelf to grab some reference material on the various costumes of different cultures. We were standing there in front of the Anthropology section and she made a joke that had me grinning like an idiot. "Anthropology: the study of men. Sounds like that's right up my alley." "You're funny." "Did you know matches were invented by a guy who was trying to convert piss into gold?" "How the hell did he figure he could get piss out of gold?" "Because of the color." "That's hilarious!" "It is. The irony is, the original formula he came up with for white phosphorus was actually worth more than its weight in gold. People were buying it by the pound. True story. A guy told me all about it once while I was blowing him." Then I really laughed out loud. The librarian looked over and shushed me. I honestly wondered how a man could even speak in complete sentences with a girl like Charlotte going down on him. I got the idea she may have been just kidding, but I wasn't sure. "I gotta ask you, Charlotte. You seem bright and intelligent enough, smarter than a lot of other girls I know anyway. How did you fail this thing in the first place?" "Okay, you really wanna know?" "Why wouldn't I?" "You asked me not to talk sexy. You're having trouble concenstraighting." "Oh. So it's one of those stories." "Yup. One of those. I failed 'cause I was up 'til two in the morning fuckin' this guy named Danny." Our relationship had apparently deepened, to the point where it was now okay to talk freely about sex. Suddenly I wasn't shifting uncomfortably anymore. "Wow. Danny, huh?" Lucky bastard! "Yup. Danny." She said his name with a sigh. "I sure hope the guy was worth it," I said, tapping my pen on the D- at the top of her paper. "Oh, god! Don't get me started on how worth it that guy was!" She lowered her tone, glanced around, and then looked me straight in the eye, grinning. "He was so good at going down on me ... I swear my fuckin' ass just about fell off when I came." I just stared back at her, struck completely dumb. I honestly had no idea what to say in reply. And I was hard again too, instantly, painfully hard in my pants. My only thought was grabbing her, throwing her over a table and just fucking taking her right there and then, and a really big part of me honestly believed she would not have objected at all. Charlotte stared back at me, looking like she was seriously wishing I would throw her over a desk right then. And we just stared into each other's eyes. "Say something, Anthony." "Your ass seems fine to me," was all I could think of. I was sure she heard bullshit like that all the time, and I was kicking myself inside for using such a cheesy line. But she never batted an eyelash in objection. "Why thank you, Mr. Mitchell. You're so sweet." She reached down and rubbed her hand across her ass and jiggled it a bit, making my jaw tremble a bit from self-restraint. "I don't get as much exercise as I should, but I got a sex life that's as good as a regular workout, and gym class keeps me in good shape." "That it is. Definitely. You've got every hormone in my body in a five-alarm riot. But you don't really need me to tell you so, do you?" "Yes, I do," she answered. "Tell me so as often as you can." "But why? You're so beautiful it makes me ache. Look at me! My hands are shaking." She didn't look. She scanned over the book shelf, reached up and took one. Her hands were shaking a bit too. "I don't know why," she said. "All I know's it's making me wanna rape you and run away like a scared little girl at the same time, every time you say something sweet and sexy to me." "I'd prefer option A." "Then just keep up the sweet talk, baby." I scanned across the book shelf as well, trying not to stare, not to leer like a lecherous asshole. But she was so screamingly beautiful—well-built, neither too fat, nor too skinny, she had a flat little tummy, and great legs too, but by far her finest feature was her ass, beautiful round, and firm beneath the jeans and skirts she wore. In second place were her breasts, round jiggling globes of delicious female flesh that drew your eye no matter which angle she stood at. Her hair was a golden blonde color, interwoven with darker streaks, some honey-colored, some amber, some almost sorta pinkish when you looked closely. It was dazzling. It flowed down her back, almost down to her ass in long wavy strands that ended in angelic little curls. Then there were her eyes. All I can say is wow. Looking her in the eyes was like trying to stare directly into the sun. I couldn't do it for more than a few seconds. They were just too intense. I knew all of these things from memory though. I'd been staring at her for the past hour now, and I almost had her memorized. I didn't even have to look at her. I wanted to, but I didn't. I think she knew I was thinking about it though. I was about to bring the conversation back to the essay, but she suddenly reached out and grabbed my hand. It was the first moment of intimate contact between us and it was intense. "Anthony." "Yes?" "I got something sweet to say to you now." "What's that?" "You make me nervous, and giddy, and shaky. I'm usually strong and confident and carefree. But I gotta admit, I'm seriously messed up here for some reason. Why do I feel like a nine-year-old girl standing next to her first crush? Why do I feel so naked?" Silence. Dead silence. I was struck dumb by the softness of her voice, and the touch of her hand. Finally, I looked up from her delicate little fingers caressing mine and stared back into her eyes. "There it is again!" she said, and she looked away, covering her eyes with her other hand like a girl in a horror movie. But her grip on my fingers tightened. "'Kay, wait. I'm gonna try this again." She looked back into my eyes. Now my heart was pounding so hard I felt like my head would pop. Of course I was speechless once again. "This is supposed to be all about lust. Why are you so damn sweet?" "Well to be honest, Charlotte, it's hard not to be sweet to you. Everything people say about you is true. You really are awesome." Somehow I managed to maintain eye contact with her as I said that, though my heart was beating like a jackhammer the whole time. It took a lot of courage on my part, but I just had to say what I felt. She deserved the compliment. "That's cool of you to say. I always thought most people see me as a silly little slut." She said this calmly and I found that a bit surprising. There wasn't the slightest hint of self-consciousness in her tone. "Well, yeah, most people do think of you as a slut, but, not in a bad way. They admit you do, uh, get around a bit, but for some reason, nobody has anything against you for it. Every guy I know wants to get with you, and every girl wants to be you. You're like a celebrity, or something." "And what do you think, Anthony?" Her eyes were so blue I felt like I was swimming in them. I had to remind myself to breathe. "I think you're one of the nicest people I know. It's no wonder everyone likes you as much as they do. I'm just surprised more people aren't completely in love with you." She squeezed my hand harder than ever, shaking once more. "Now that's definitely the sweetest thing you've said so far." She let go of my hand and turned back to the bookshelf, breaking the intense gaze we'd been sharing. "Honestly, Anthony, I asked Mr. Ericson before class if you could tutor me. He suggested Rhonda Hinkle, but I begged him to pick you instead. I've wanted to get to know you for a while now. I just never had the chance. Now I'm so glad I have. You're blowing me away." "Thanks," I said, feeling the hot, unrestrainable blush on my face. I felt like I was naked, under a spotlight, with all the world watching. It was just her though. "And it's not just your sweet words either," she continued. "This essay you wrote, I was even tellin' my mom how awesome it was when I talked to her on the phone. She says you sound like a keeper, whatever that means. I guess she thinks you're cool too." She'd told her mom about me. Wow. "Your mom sounds nice." "I think you'd really like her." "Well, if she's anything like you..." Ugh! That sounded like such a line. As soon as I said it I felt like an idiot again, but she just stared at me some more, blushing a little. But then a strange change came over her, and suddenly she was less nervous and girly and more hungry and intense looking. I almost backed up a step. It was overwhelming, like standing too close to a fire. "I can't believe you're single," she said. And then she released a heavy sigh. "But I'm so glad you are. It means the Charlotte Lawsen Slut Rules don't apply to you, and I can do this..." She stepped right up to me, pressed her chest into mine and gave me another kiss on the cheek. It wasn't a quick peck that time either. It was a slow lingering smooch. She kissed me like she really meant it. And when she was done, she didn't back away. She kept her cheek right up against mine, eyeing the librarian. I swooned inwardly, and released a slow sigh to ease the tension. "Wow!" my brain said, but I was struck dumb once more. And then she reached down and gave my package a tender little squeeze, almost knocking me off my feet. "Next time we're studying at yer house, okay?" She whispered it in my ear and I felt her tongue flicker out and tickle my earlobe when she did. All I can say is oh my fucking god! How I managed to restrain myself is beyond my comprehension. The floor, my mind screamed, right here on the floor. You could be inside her within fifteen seconds, stroking and sliding in and out of that puffy little mound of hers. Or up against a book shelf! You could take her from behind, and the librarian wouldn't even notice! But though my lusts rioted like an angry mob inside me, I was above that kind of reckless trashiness, and I honestly hoped she was too. Something like that would have reduced me to just another one of her meaningless fucks, and I really kinda liked her. "It's not studying you have in mind, is it?" She shook her head. She licked her lips. She slid her hands up my body and shivered a bit. "Uh-uh." And then she sucked my earlobe into a wet slippery kiss that sent shivers down my entire being. Her nipples were hard. I could feel them against my chest. I pressed my hands against her shoulders, pushing her away a bit. She released my ear with a slippery snap. Her gaze burned into me. Why aren't you taking me and fucking me right here and now!? her eyes seemed to say. She actually looked as panicked with lust as I was. But there was something more than that as well, and it seemed to be scaring her. "Okay. Next time, we're at my place then..." "Okay..." I couldn't feel my legs. I felt like I'd been cut in half at the waist and twisted around a few times. My turn had finally arrived. I would soon be fucking the legendary Charlotte Lawsen. We headed back over to our table and tried our best to concentrate on the essay, but it was a lost cause. Both of us were too wound up now to even speak. We just sat there leafing through the books and nervously pointing out funny looking outfits people had on. Finally Charlotte got up suddenly and hurried out of the room. "I'll be right back. I gotta take care of something." I watched her go, and while she was gone, I released my cock from its denim prison once again. Throb! Charlotte came back a few minutes later, looking flushed and glowing and more than a little shaky. She was a lot more giggly now too. She sat down and sighed. "I feel much better. Suddenly I can concenstraight again." I looked at her funny. She didn't just go and- Charlotte nodded at me, reading my mind, and then slowly slid a finger into her mouth and sucked on it, gazing directly into my eyes. Damn! "Yummy..." That's it! I'm taking this hot sexy little bitch to the nearest bathroom stall and fucking her like a rubber bunny up against the wall. Right fucking now! I don't care how cheesy and low-class and meaningless it is. I gotta have her! No more fucking ar- "Time to go, kids," the librarian said. We snapped out of our mutual daze and realized we'd been staring at one another for almost an entire minute, just silently daydreaming our respective dreams. Thank you, Mrs. Librarian! The timing could not have been more perfect. I was literally seconds away from actually jumping up and just going for it, and that would have ruined everything. We would have fucked, dirty, and sexy, and meaningless in a bathroom stall or something, and that would have been it. It would have been just all about lust for her, as usual, and she would have moved on to her next conquest within a week. But it didn't happen that way, thanks to the librarian. "Okay, so you're gonna have to re-write this. Get it fixed up and hand it in to Mr. Ericson. Do you want me to go over it when you're done?" "N'ah. I should be able to manage it. But we got this other one comin' up that you can help me with. Let's walk." We gathered up our notebooks, pencils and school bags, and headed for the doors. Somehow, in a total daze we wandered over to Charlotte's locker and she put her books away. We pretty much babbled at one another the whole way. I don't even remember what we said. It took her like three tries to open her lock and she finally got her books put away. She couldn't seem to stop smiling. She was walking kinda funny too. But that was understandable, having just come from a frantic little bathroom masturbation session less than ten minutes before. "Walk with me to the front door?" she said. "Sure." We went, still babbling, but she took my arm and we walked slowly, talking about stupid stuff like the French fries in the cafeteria, and the ugly orange chairs and lunch trays. Then we talked about the Spring dance that was coming up, how cool the last one was, what kind of music we liked. When we finally got to the front door, it seemed like we'd been talking for ten hours, and at the same time, it felt like only twenty seconds. I didn't want her to leave just yet. I didn't want her to leave ever. The fresh air cleared my head a bit though, when we finally stepped out into the cool spring afternoon. "That's my mom over there," she said. "Hope she hasn't been waiting long." She was parked in a red convertible. The top was down. All I saw was beautiful blonde hair, just like Charlotte's. "Library closes at 4:30. It's 4:35." "So like, only five minutes then." "Yeah." "So, bye. I hope I was able to help with your essay." "You did. Thanks." She was backing away. I was standing there with my books wanting to rush up and kiss her, but I didn't. "Uh! Silly me! Let me give you my number, kay? Call me and we'll set up a time." She scribbled her number on the back of her essay, right behind the D-, and she tore it off and gave it to me. Then she kissed me again, this time on the lips. No serious make-out kinda kiss or anything, just a really slow, sweet smooch that teased me with how gorgeously soft and tender and slippery her lips were. Her breath tasted like berries! Then she backed away again. "Okay, good luck with the re-write." "We're meeting at your house next time, right?" "Yes, ma'am." "Goodie. It'll be awesome!" Finally she turned and hurried to the car. Her hair bounced and her butt wiggled. She hopped in beside her mom and waved back at me. Then they were gone. Damn, she was beautiful! I wanted to write poems about her, to immortalize her in the history of the world as the most beautiful woman who ever lived. She made me tingle just looking at her. I had only one thought in my mind—rushing home and masturbating until I exploded all over the damn ceiling, all about her. I wanted nothing more than to lay her down on my bed and fuck that tight little body of hers until she screamed. I couldn't wait for our next study session. ------- Chapter 2: The Chained Angel I had her over at my house a few days later and sure enough we got very little studying done. We were actually just bumming around my bedroom the entire time, listening to tunes, chatting and doing all the deeper getting-to-know-you stuff. I had the house to myself and knew we would not be disturbed the whole evening. I had been nervous as hell over the past few days, waiting for this big moment, but when she showed up at my door, the anxiety suddenly flooded through me all at once. She looked so damn hot! I felt like a nervous little boy inside, standing before a beautiful Hollywood starlet or something. I'd planned to play it cool, flirting subtly, just enough to let her know I was open to whatever might happen between us, but not enough to make her feel like I assumed we would be having sex. But when I saw the outfit she was wearing, that plan fell apart almost instantly. "Wow. Charlotte ... Um ... Wow." Stammering like an idiot. Yeah, I know. She didn't seem to mind though. She was fidgeting a bit herself, tugging on these little strings she had on her jeans. "Um ... hi!" she said. "I'm here." She had a school book in her hand and she almost dropped it. "Yes! Come in." She was wearing these tight-ass jeans, and a crop top that showed off her belly and breasts very nicely. Her hair flowed down to her lower back and I just watched in a trance as she wandered around my room, looking at my books, my CDs, and my posters. Her perfume smelled amazing too. I was so turned on by her, it was becoming painful. I waited in the bittersweet agony of anticipation for the moment to arrive. And the crush I had on her was getting more and more serious every moment we were together. This was terrifying me as well. But mostly I felt ecstatic about just being in the same room with her. At one point she glanced down and noticed a certain bulge in my jeans. She blinked rapidly, looked away, and let out an anxious sigh. I suddenly realized that she too was struggling with the tension and excitement about what might happen between us, alone together in my bedroom. That made me feel much better, less nervous; I wasn't the only one feeling drunk with lust inside. It also occurred to me that she had more class than people gave her credit for. If she were truly just a cock-hungry slut, she would have jumped my bones long before all this tension had built up. She didn't though, and I was impressed, knowing that she probably wanted it as much as I did, but was waiting with lady-like patience for the right moment. Meanwhile we were both dying with lust for one another while we waited for an appropriate opportunity to get into the sex we both craved. "Wanna get started on the next essay?" I asked, watching her wander aimlessly around my room. "Nah..." I wasn't really interested in homework either. I was just looking for something to ease the tension a bit. The only clear thought in my head was taking her and fucking her on my bed for hours and hours until we just about died from it. Apparently she was thinking the same thing. She was looking at a poster on my bedroom wall of a bikini girl with a tattoo on her hip. "You wanna see my tattoo?" "Sure. Where is it?" She turned to face me and patted her pubic mound. "It's right here, on my privates, right by my, um, clit." Her giggle was intoxicating. "Really?" I said, suppressing my shock at her bluntness. "Let's see then." "Kay. Hold on. No peekin'." She turned away from me, towards the wall, looking back at me over her shoulder, smiling nervously. She snapped open her jeans and tugged them half-way down her beautifully rounded ass. Her little red thong came down with them. My heart was galloping once again. I swallowed nervously and scratched my jaw below my ear. I didn't know where to put my hands after that so I fidgeted like a little boy. She turned around and showed me the front of her privates for the first time. She was completely shaved, and there was indeed a tattoo on that puffy little mound. I could only see the top of it though. It looked like a butterfly maybe, or a pair of cat ears. "Is that a kitty cat? I can't really tell?" "Well you can't really see it like this." "Well, you could, um, pull 'em right down. Nobody's gonna be home for a while. If you wanna show me, I mean." "Kay. It's really pretty." I'm sure it is, Charlotte. I'm sure it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life. She gave me another shy smile and began wriggling out of her jeans, biting her lower lip excitedly and panting a bit from the exertion. The first thing I noticed when her thong peeled down off of her privates was that she was clean shaven. She turned to one side and tugged the jeans down to her ankles, bending over beautifully as she did so. From that angle I got my first direct look at her naked ass. It was lovely, round, and shaped like a heart, flaring down from the small of her back into two delicious globes set beautifully atop her silky smooth thighs. I had never really been an ass man until I saw the finer side of Charlotte that day. I was instantly stricken with a desire to fall to my knees and kiss it. It was that beautiful. Then she turned around again, blushing cutely, like a virgin on her wedding night, and sat down on the end of my bed. "Come look," she said, snapping me out of my daze. "Oh yeah, the tattoo! Right." I moved in front of her and knelt down as she parted her thighs, exposing her vulva to my enraptured gaze. If I'd wanted to fuck her before that moment, I was burning up with desire to do it now. I managed to internalize it however, and tried my best to maintain a cool outward façade. With her jeans still tangled around her feet, she had to lift her legs at weird angles to open herself up to my view. It looked really awkward. "Wait," she said. "This ain't gonna work..." and she reached down flipped her shoes off and tugged her jeans off her ankles as well. Then she lifted her calves again, waved her legs in the air in front of me, and spread them wide, giving me a proper view. "That's better." "Yes. Much." It seemed kind of surreal to watch her nonchalantly baring her most intimate area to me, simply to show me a tattoo, but Charlotte was a slut after all. She was now naked from the waist down, but we still maintained the casual pretense of simply "checking out her tattoo." My hands were a little shaky and my heart was pounding hard. "See? It's a kitty." Yes, it was. Basically it was just the top of the cat's head, with ears and eyes, but where the kitty's nose should have been, her clit was protruding out. It was cute as hell, almost cartoony, but not quite. It was quality work too. I leaned in to look at the detail. You could almost see the individual tufts of fur on the thing's head. The artist had even given it a come-hither look in its little feline gaze. "Very sexy. Did it hurt?" "Yup. But I've had worse pains down there." Then she spread her legs even wider, extending her thighs in both directions along the edge of my bed, and suddenly showing me everything. Her labia parted lusciously from the movement. I could now see the pink wetness of her inner secrets. It was sexier than any porn mag layout I'd ever seen, possibly because I knew I was perhaps minutes away from enjoying it directly. "You're very, um ... flexible, Charlotte. Wow." "Apparently. It comes in handy for the kinda fun I like to have." And she lifted one leg up and pressed her calf to her cheek, giving it a little kiss, and then a flick of her tongue, before dropping it down to the mattress again. Then she giggled once more, and I detected a bit of self-consciousness in her blushing gaze. She released a trembling sigh, and relaxed again, leaning back on her elbows and just letting me stare to my heart's content. I realized right then how incredibly aroused she must be by all this. She was half naked with a guy on his knees in front of her, gazing down at her puffy pink privates. We were perhaps moments away from having some super hot sex, and for whatever reason, I wasn't just aggressively attacking her and taking her like she was probably used to. Then I wondered if maybe she was wondering why I hadn't yet. I didn't want her to think I wasn't attracted to her. I just wasn't being a little boy about it, gobbling her up like a bag of candy. "It's very beautiful..." "Thank you..." She patted it with her hand, and gave her clit a little wiggle with a fingertip, perhaps prompting me to get on with it. I was too nervous though. So I stalled a little longer. I leaned in for a closer look and accidentally exhaled a hot breath onto her vulva when I blew out a tense little sigh. She shuddered and I saw her vagina pucker hungrily. "Ooh. Anthony. That tickles." "Uh, sorry." "No, that's a good thing, silly. I like being tickled. Especially down there." Another less-than-subtle hint that I had her full permission to just go for it, but still I held back. It was becoming awkward now though. Thing's were very near getting embarrassing, if she sat there any longer with her legs sprawled open and me just staring like a dumb shit not doing anything about it. Something was missing though. I wasn't sure what, but I just couldn't go for it and dive in, until ... what? I was too stunned to think straight. Finally I reached out a slightly shaking hand to pet it. She did not object of course. She shivered a bit as my fingertips stroked like whispers over her pubic mound. Her pelvis squirmed and the shy smile on her mouth faded to a relaxed O shape. The look in her eyes changed from nervous excitement to awakening lust as well, and that dazzled me even more, but this time it was her voice that sent chills down my spine when she finally spoke. "Oh, Anthony. That feels so nice." The quality of her voice had changed from its usual cheery half-giggling tones, into a lower, more serious, more excited, half-panting. For a moment I thought she could have easily made a killing as a torch singer in some upscale lounge somewhere, but my thoughts quickly refocused when her hand reached down and pressed my fingers onto her clit. Her eyes closed for a moment at that first touch, and she released a slow, throaty moan. Her vagina squeezed shut jealously once again and I found my own mouth had dropped open in a dazed stupor of lust. I began slowly massaging her clit, watching the entrance to her sweet little pussy as though it were the very gateway into heaven itself. Everything inside me wanted to yank my cock out and thrust it home into that heated wet sheath, but I resisted. At that point the anticipation was as exciting as the actual fuck itself. I was really getting into it. I looked up into her eyes and watched her slowly run her tongue over her lips, and that's when I finally realized what was missing: our first kiss. We hadn't even had a real kiss yet, and here I was perhaps seconds away from diving down and kissing the kitty instead. "Oh god, Anthony. Please lick me." I didn't though. Instead I pulled her up toward me, very surely and firmly. She swung right up into a sitting position and stopped with her nose an inch away from mine. She gasped. She was shocked, almost frightened for a moment as I stared directly into her eyes. "Sorry. I will. But I just wanted to kiss you first." Then, for some odd reason, she looked even more terrified, like I'd just threatened to shove her into a bottomless pit or something. She didn't back away though, when I leaned in and pressed my lips softly, sweetly, and gently onto hers. And when my lips parted, so did hers. And when the tip of my tongue reached out to touch hers, she met it. Her breath tasted like dew on a peach. Her lips were softer than a peach though, and every little tremble they made against mine tickled like butterfly wings. I reached up and held her face in my hands, suddenly adoring her. Suddenly my crush was bursting its restraints. All my insides were flying around like they were in a sexy chaos. Finally I pulled back and just stared at her again. "Why do you look so panicked?" I asked. "I never been kissed like that before." "What do you mean?" "Usually guys are just kissin' me just 'cause they're supposed to, on their way down to the real fun, if ya know what I mean." "That's a fuckin' tragedy, Charlotte. Your kisses are like ... angels and flames and falling and tumbling and knowing..." She swallowed. She blinked. Her lip trembled a bit in a confused little frown. She looked terrified and bewildered, like she was about to be slain. "Knowing?" "Let me kiss you again, and I'll tell you." "Kay..." Her kisses were like flaming angels, falling and tumbling out of the sky, shot down with arrows of chaos and the death of logic and reason, and yet somehow you knew that everything was gonna be okay. That you would land safely on the ground and not be hurt except for feeling like you nearly died. I told her this when we broke the kiss once more. She blinked at me, stricken with awe. She didn't speak. "If only I could chain those angels down somehow, make that feeling mine forever." "Angels aren't so beautiful when they're chained down though," she said, breathing softly against my lips. "There's the problem, isn't it?" "Kiss me again. We might find a solution." We didn't find a solution though, to our metaphor. The kissing went on for almost half an hour, and led gradually into Charlotte and I making love on my bed. We'd been rolling around on the bed just kissing each other all over for the past fifteen minutes. I still had my pants on, and Charlotte still had her top on, but she'd shucked off my shirt at some point and was kissing and caressing me all over my chest. Then I moved above her again, pressing her down onto her back and reaching down to caress her kitty again. This broke the romantic spell at last and fired up some of our more basic lusts for one another. I didn't mind though. I was ready to move on. "Kay, now will you go down on me?" she said. This request, which normally would have sounded crude and sleazy, sounded absolutely beautiful coming from her. It was not even a request in my mind. It was more like she was offering me the most wonderful gift a young man could ever imagine. I obliged without reply, wriggling down between her thighs, kissing her all over as I went, and facing the kitty nose-to-nose. I flicked my tongue out to smear its wetness across its nub. She flinched as though in pain for a moment, but her gasp faded into a long sweet sigh, followed by her customary half-giggle. I flicked at it again, and then licked it more directly, more purposefully. Then I bowed my head lower and was kissing her kitty on its sweet little nose. Her hands found my head and her ass lifted right off the mattress for a moment. I continued licking and kissing her and she warmed up to what was happening very quickly. Her hands caressed me with desperate adoration, and her thighs writhed about all over the bed, eventually coming to rest over my shoulders, opening and closing spasmodically around my head. I kept up my tongue motions on her clit until she clarified her desire more fully to me. "Stick your tongue in me, Anthony." I obeyed eagerly. I tasted the arousal that flowed out of her. I nuzzled my nose to her clit. I could feel her constricting around my tongue, almost resisting its penetration, though the penetration was the source of its pleasure. She was grinding upward into my mouth at this point, and seemed to be trying to fuck my tongue. I wasn't sure what exactly pleased her in particular, but I paid attention. Certain flickers made her moan, certain swirls made her thrust herself upward against my mouth; other times, a sweet sucking tug on her clitoral hood made her grab my head hard and shake all over, like I was draining the life right out of her. It was heaven indeed, pleasuring her so easily, and listening to her squealing with the intensity of it. "Deeper, baby. That's it. There. Oh god! Faster! Yes! I'm gonna..." She climaxed in my face with a very sweet series of gasps, sexy little yelps, and a long slow moan that drifted off into a growl of pleasure. She shook, bucked upward, grinding into my face, and then fell to shaking again with an intensity that could only be described as her body screaming out an emphatic YES! Her legs trembled and flinched, and her pelvis churned in deep circles. I kept right on licking, and thrusting my tongue in and out of her the whole way through it, until she finally gripped my head in what seemed like an agony. "Anthony! Ye'r killin' me! Ah! Stop, for god's sake!" I stopped, but all of a sudden she pressed me into her once again, as though changing her mind. She guided my face up and down across her vulva and I simply let her, extending my adoring tongue outward into her ecstasy. Finally she'd had enough. She collapsed onto my bed with a long stammering moan and a drunken babbling of something I couldn't quiet make out. I think she was saying she was gonna sexually worship me or something like that. Eventually, she looked up at me from the mattress with dazed eyes, half-shut with the exhaustion of her pleasure. Her voice was slow and sexy, like she'd just awoken from a beautiful dream. "You're so very good at that, Anthony. Wow..." "Thank you. But it's easy to please a girl who lets you know what's working with such hot responses. I've completely bombed in the past." "I can't even imagine." I went down on her again. Her pussy was just too beautiful not to, and the way she was squirming just invited me forward. She was not quite over her last orgasm yet though, and she stopped me, shuddering and begging me to let her rest a bit. I didn't know what to do next. "You got any tattoos you wanna show me?" She licked her lips and then nibbled on the lower one, looking at me with lustful hunger. "No. Sorry." "Why not just show me the big dog, then?" Now I was nervous. This was usually the part where girls chickened out and ran away. I was big, huge for my age; my size had prevented me from getting laid way more often than it had been the cause of it. The porn stories I'd read always talked about girls getting instantly wet when they see a huge cock, and jumping on it without the slightest hesitation, with nothing but enthusiasm. Reality had so far been much different for me however. The girls I'd shown it to took one look at it and freaked, suddenly treating me like I was some sort of cruel sadist to even suggest that that thing be inserted into their delicate little orifices. A few of them braved it and quit halfway through, an even fewer tolerated it to the point where I could finish. So far only one had actually somewhat enjoyed it, but only in the sense that she figured pain was sexy. It just made me feel shitty. I hoped with all my heart that Charlotte was different. She was the Queen of Sluts after all. "Here goes nothing..." I stood up in front of her, but before I could get my button open she sat up and did it for me, tugging my zipper down as well and reaching in to fish out my cock. It was of course much bigger than she'd expected. Her eyes widened, and an excited blush spread over her cheeks. "Oh my god! That is a big dog!" "It's the only one I got." "Apparently you got two or three here..." "Is it gonna be a ... problem?" "How could this thing ever be a problem!? Oh my god, it's absolutely beautiful!" My heart leapt up into my throat, did a triple back flip and splashed down into my belly. My crush had suddenly crashed through into adoration. She turned me around and sat me on the bed. I realized I was about to partake of the legendary head she was known to give, and I shuddered anxiously at the notion of it. I was worried she'd find it too challenging and wind up with yet another clumsy blowjob that would be abandoned halfway through. On the other hand, if she truly was as amazing at it as they said she was, I might not last more than a minute. I was so damn excited by every little move she made. Her mouth moving on my cock would no doubt reduce me to a pathetically spurting little boy inside of sixty seconds. But Charlotte began playing with it, admiring it, praising it, and suddenly I felt so much better, so comfortable and at ease. I'm not sure how she was doing it, but my fears and anxieties were quickly melting away. I think it was in her eyes, in the way she looked at it with such desire and excitement. "Oh my, have you got a wonderful cock here. This thing's gonna make me come at least a dozen times before I'm done with it. Oh, wow." She measured it with her hands, starting at the root, she wrapped her grip around it, then added a second hand above that. She stroked it up and down, and then weighed my balls upon her fingertips, tickling and fondling them with deft little wiggles that made them dance. Then she was licking them. Then she was sweetly suckling them, and lapping at them like they were ice cream. And then her tongue was slithering its way up along my shaft. Wow. Her eyes flicked up at mine and she saw that I was completely enthralled, owned by her. And she'd only just begun. She continued these deliciously teasing tongue strokes, kisses, caresses, and tickles until every little nerve ending in my genitals was wide awake and at attention. I was already tingling, throbbing, and dribbling from its eye, and she hadn't even really begun yet. She'd merely coated its entire length and covered my balls with the sweet wetness of the kiss I'd enjoyed so much a few minutes before. Then she blew up and down its entire length and the intense little throb I gave made it drool some more. "Damn, that's sexy," she said, and caught the stringy offering upon her tongue. Finally she then took the head of it into her mouth, sliding downward to cover an inch and a half of its length. I suddenly felt her tongue winding wetly around its happy little head and all I could do was shut my eyes and sigh contentedly, wishing this moment could last forever. She popped off the end of it, leaving it a deeply impatient red, twitching in time with the excited beating of my heart. "What is this thing, nine, nine and a half, ten inches long? Ye'r packin' some serious fuckstaff here, baby. God help us all." "All?" "What, you think I'm not telling every single one of my girlfriends about this thing? You gotta be kidding! I'm gonna let every one of them know about you: Anthony Mitchell, the hot nine-inch stud. I can't keep a man-sized cock like this a secret. You'll be getting laid more after this than you ever have in yer life, boy." "Somehow I doubt that. It hasn't helped me so far." "Wha'd ya mean?" "Usually when girls see this thing, they freak out. They think it's too big. I usually don't get anything. It's happened a lot actually. More than you'd think." "Not with my friends! We ain't uptight little bitches, acting like we're doing a guy a favor just by touching him. And once they all find out what a- My god! This thing's amazing!" And she sucked it into her mouth again, adoring it in her motions and enthusiasm more than any other girl I'd been with my entire life. You can imagine how quickly my adoration increased nearly to desperation, I was almost in a panic I was so into this girl. And it was barely even about the sex. We'd hardly even done anything at that point. "Why do you look so amazed, Anthony? You got a beautiful cock here, man! I can't get enough of it." And she went down on me again. Ooh, damn, she was good too. And yet I got a sense that she was still only toying with it at that point. She hadn't even really gotten down to giving me proper head. But already she was the best I'd ever had. "I'm just not used to my size being a good thing, I guess. So far I've done nothing but apologize for it." "You got no idea, do you? I am so fuckin' wet right now, it's like, running down my thighs, and that's just from looking at it! I mean I saw the bulge of it in your pants earlier but I never guessed it was this fuckin' huge! It's like as big as the guys' my mom fucks in her porno movies." My jaw dropped. Charlotte froze in place, cringing. Whoops... "Your mom fucks in porno movies?" She was quiet for a moment, realizing she'd said too much. "Shit. I wasn't s'posed to ... ah, fuck..." "Forget it. It was nothing. I didn't hear anything. I won't tell a soul, I swear." Charlotte looked at me for what seemed like a very long time; she looked like she was searching my eyes for a lie she couldn't find and that was troubling her deeply. "You're so damn... amazing! You know that?" "What? Amazing? Why? I'm just me." "You're amazing me because I believe you. You're really not gonna tell a soul. I can see it so plainly. You're freaking me out." "Sorry." "Know what's funny? I actually wanna tell you the whole story. I been keeping it a secret for so long, it's almost making me kooky. I haven't even told my best friends." "You don't have to say anything, if you don't want to. I'm not gonna tell anyone." "You swear? Honestly, ya swear on yer left nut and yer grandmother's grave?" "I do. I will not tell a soul." She believed me. She smiled. She kissed me on my left nut and then she lifted her face to mine and kissed me again. "I love that I can actually trust you. I don't know how or why, but I do." I shrugged at her. My cock twitched for attention, but there were more important matters going on at the moment. There was an angel chained down to a secret here, and she wanted to be free. "Kay. Here goes ... Yes, my mom is a porn star, Juanna Lamie. My dad is a director/producer. This is where we got our mansion and sports cars from. This is where I learned everything I know about sex. I suck the best dick in Ranger High and fuck like a minx. I learned it from my mom. She's a total pro." Thus the mystery of Charlotte Lawsen was finally revealed, at least to me. She was on her knees at the foot of my bed, stroking my cock with her hands, and occasionally her lips and tongue, and she told me the entire story. She sat there massaging my cock and talking away about the whole history of her life as the child of a porn star. And what a story it was too. ------- Chapter 3: Growth and Learning "So now you know. I'm a slut 'cause of my home life. Around my house sex is as casual as eating or sleeping. At any moment mom'll stop what she's doing and go down on my dad, for no other reason than a sudden urge to taste his cum." "Doesn't that weird you out a bit?" "Why would it? It's all I've ever known. The first few times I went to visit other kids' houses and found out their families weren't as open and free with sex, that's what weirded me out." "Musta been crazy." "I went to this girl Mary's house one time. Her mom came home complaining of a sore neck and I blurted out, just plain as day, little nine-year-old girl in pig tails, 'giving too many blowjobs to Mr. Adams, huh?' I don't have to tell you how well that went over. Her jaw dropped, her face went white as a sheet, and after she recovered from her shock, she just started screaming at me. She demanded I leave and never speak to her daughter again. I had no idea I had even done anything wrong. I went home crying and told mom all about it. Mom just about laughed until she cried. She gave me a big huge hug and then I got the speech. Not the birds and bees speech; I already knew that stuff. I got the speech about how the rest of the world has no idea about the birds and the bees and how you gotta be careful who you talk about it with." "That is kinda funny." "It is now, looking back. As I was being shoved out the door I added as innocent as can be, honestly trying to help, 'You should call my mom! She never gets sore neck when she gives head! She can teach you how to do it right!' Mary's mom just about had a fuckin' stroke." "I can imagine." "Stuck up old bitch. Mary was nice though. She asked me a hundred and one questions about what blowjobs were, how it all works, what a guy's thing looks like and all that. I explained it all to her in all the gory, sexy detail I could muster at nine years old: deep-throating, cum-swapping, even bukkake—I told her everything. I made her promise that she would never tell a soul and by the end of recess she was scarred for life. Last I heard, she'd already blown a couple dozen guys before she even got to the eighth grade. Take that, Mrs. Adams." And as though to punctuate her point, she slammed her mouth down on my cock and sucked me hard and fast with a lusty growl for about fifteen seconds or so. I tensed all over and got dizzy. Then she pulled off again, and just laughed it off. "Uptight people bug me. I wish they'd all just get with the program: Sex is normal, healthy, and fun." "So your parents know you're, uh, sexually active, and they encourage it?" "They encouraged it before I was sexually active. I started fuckin' and sucking just so I would have something to talk about with mom when she asked me about it three or four times a week. From the time I first got my period she used to tease me about how 'pretty soon, some lucky boy is gonna pop right in there and have the time of his life.' Or else I'd come home from a date with a boy and she'd be like, 'Suck any dick yet, baby? How'd you like it!?' And I'd be all, 'mom! He's my voice teacher, not my oral teacher!'" "She must have been excited when you finally had a story to tell." "She was mad at me for doing it right in school, but yeah, she said she was proud of me and wanted to hear all the details." "Yeah, I heard about that ... incident." "Who hasn't? It was all over the school. I know I got a reputation. I don't mind so much. But I'd rather have a reputation as a hot fuck than an uptight little cockteaser. That's just wrong." "Anyway, I'm sure it's not as bad as people say. I'm sure it's mostly rumors." "I don't care how much people talk about me behind my back, as long as the stories are true. I've had to correct a few facts now and then, but mostly people have been nice about it. The ones that aren't, don't really bug me. The ones that are mean to other girls and nice to me are the ones who piss me off." She stopped to go down on me for a minute or so again, and I just watched her, thinking about how wonderful she was. "So is it true you gave your first blowjob when you were twelve?" She giggled, with my cock still in her mouth and popped right off me." "Yup. I gave head to this guy named Brian Scotsland ... son, or something. Skipperson? Skamperstack? Whatever. Anyway, he was fourteen, almost fifteen, and I was so proud of myself that I'd done an 'older' guy. I know it sounds silly, but at the time I felt like the queen of the freakin' universe. None of my friends had even seen a guy's dick, and I was already blowing one. He only lasted like two minutes though, but I chalked that up to me being 'so damn good at it' even though it was my first time, and I barely knew what I was doing. I just tried my best to copy mom's technique. It was actually kinda funny. I was right into it like a little porn star or something. I musta freaked him out a bit." "Did he know he was your first time?" "He never asked. He came over to pick up his little sister, who was swimming at my house. He was kinda cute so I invited him to swim too. We wound up fooling around all day and the next thing you know, Kimmie was passed out in the deck chair, sleeping like a rock. So me and her brother sneak into the house and start messing around a bit, just kissing and stuff. Then I felt his hard-on poking out of his shorts and I just went for it. I flipped his shorts down before he could even say anything and started kissing him all over his cock. His eyes went wide and I was like, 'Can I lick it?' so he just nods at me and I start licking him all over his cock, and then I was like, 'Can I suck on it? Is that okay?' I know. Dumb question right, but I was twelve and nervous as hell. Anyway, he nods like he's terrified and I start sucking him off like it was my last day alive or something." She showed me how she did it too, right then, giving me a full demonstration, bobbing wildly, yet with a hint of naivety that made it even sexier. For a moment I experienced what it was like being the first guy ever to get head from this pretty little thing. She even added in an "Oh, Brian. Your dick is yummy!" I just sat there enjoying the re-enactment until she finally stopped, popped off my throbbing red shaft, and nodded at me as if to say, 'Yup, that's pretty much how it went.' "Whoa. Lucky guy." "Anyway, he came in like under two minutes. I'll never forget the very first time I felt cum spurting into my mouth. He groaned like he was dying, his dick throbbed hard all of a sudden. Then fwoosh! That was it. His load was gushing out across my tongue. I didn't pause for a moment. I knew exactly what was happening, but actually experiencing it was something else. I just kept bobbing and sucking until my mouth was full of it. Then I pulled off him and swished it around in my mouth for a minute or so, tasting it, enjoying it, all curious and shit. Then I swallowed and went back for more. I tried to anyway. He stopped me before I could get my mouth around him again and suddenly got all weird on me. I think he realized he'd messed around with a twelve-year-old girl and got all scared, like he'd get in trouble or something. Anyway, he woke up Kimmie and they left in a big hurry. I was like, what the hell was that about? But it was my first blowjob, and I was so excited to tell my mom." "And she was as excited as you were no doubt." "Yup. And she wanted to know every dirty little detail. How I did it? What exactly I did on him? Did he come in my mouth? How did I like it? I told her how exactly I did it, what his reactions were, and that yes he did come in my mouth, and yes I swallowed it all, and yes, it was 'kinda yummy'. She squealed like a little girl, like we were two friends at a sleepover or something, exchanging naughty stories. Then she told me all about her first time giving head. She says she almost puked when the guy came in her mouth. Can you imagine? Anyway, she said she was so proud of me that I'd taken it properly and finished him right. Weird, huh? How was I to know that every girl in town didn't talk with her mom like that? I was only twelve." "I can only imagine." (My dad and I had never had a talk like that. I had to learn everything I knew from his hidden stash of magazines in the attic.) "Anyway, once I started coming home with stories of my sexual exploits, mom started correcting me on my techniques. It was so bizarre. She took out a dildo and started showing me how to really get a guy off. She was even gonna call dad in to fuck her right in front of me so she could explain every little aspect of what really sexy sex is all about, but I declined. So instead she stocked my bedroom with sex books, toys, and videos, encouraging me to read, learn, experiment, and practice, practice, practice." "She hopes you'll become a porn star one day?" "I doubt it. I think she just wants to make sure I have an awesome sex life, and grow up as healthy and excited about sex as her and dad are. So I read all the books, tried all the moves with guys, and even came up with a couple new ones." She giggled again. And then, seeing my erection flagging a bit, she sucked it to full hardness again, and stroked it with her hand. "So now you know all my secrets. Why I'm a little slut and proud of it. Hopefully you don't think any less of me now." She didn't look me in the eye when she said that. I got the idea that beneath her dismissive bravado about sex, she was actually somewhat self-conscious. It honestly disturbed be to think that such a beautiful girl would have anything to be self-conscious about, but it's a weird world we live in, a world where people would shun and ridicule a nine-year-old girl just for knowing what a blowjob is. My heart went all mushy and my head went dizzy. I started spouting off all kinds of silliness that I perhaps shouldn't have, but there it was. "Charlotte, you're still the same girl I was trying my best not to fall in love with ten minutes ago. Just because I know more about why you're that amazingly mysterious and sexy girl, doesn't mean my feelings will change. If anything I have more respect for you now, trying to fathom how you can be so fucking cool, in spite of your, uh, unusual childhood." "In spite of? You got it all wrong, boy. If I'm cool, I learned it from my mom and dad. They're honest and up front with people. They have no reason to bullshit anyone. They don't hide anything from people who really matter. The only reason I haven't told anyone about this so far is because they asked me not to, for my sake." "That makes sense." "They tried to enroll me in a private school when I was twelve, but when it came time to fill out their occupation, they wrote that they were involved in the adult entertainment industry and the application was rejected. So when I enrolled in our school they told me to keep it a secret just so the staff and students wouldn't treat me any differently." "Well I'm not gonna say anything to anybody." "I know you won't. Somehow I just know. You're awesome." "So have you ever watched your parents making one of these movies?" "Oh, yeah! All the time. The studio's right in our basement. Lights, camera, action. It's all there. The only problem is, hearing them all fucking down there all hours of the night, when they're behind in the production schedule. It drives me nuts. I get horny as a bitch and can't sleep. So they got me this sound system for my bed and a special 'Soothing Sounds' radio station piped in to drown out the noise. It's awesome. "Other times they ask me to help out, like when the light guy is sick, or late or whatever. I've gotta stand there and work the lights, or hold boom mics or whatever. Meanwhile I'm watching some of the hottest people in the country fuck each other's brains out take after take until my fucking knees are weak with lust. Some of those guys are so fucking hot it's scary." And she once again went back to sucking my cock for a moment, as though driven back into rampant lust by the very thought of these hot porno studs. And yet her eyes were on me the whole time, so maybe it was me that was making her hot. I wasn't sure. So I asked her about it. "Have you ever fucked one of the guys your mom does in her movies?" "Whoa! No way! Well, not yet anyway. They're all business when they come to the studio. They gotta save their energy, and their cum I guess, for the scenes. Besides, I'm only seventeen, and I don't think Daddy's quite that liberal. He tells me to fuck all the teenage boys I want, just don't get knocked up and don't get any diseases. But most of all, 'stay away from the porn stars!'" "And so far you've been a good girl." "Angelic. Well, mostly. They travel a lot, and one time Doug Devone showed up at the door while they were at a convention up in Canada. He said he was there to pick up a rough draft of a movie my dad had set aside for him. I was in this skimpy little baby-doll nightie with my cute little ass hanging out the back (no panties of course), and he was all patting me on the butt every two minutes. He had a hard-on too. I could see it bulging out of his pants. I knew exactly how big and sexy it was from the movies he'd been in, and the very thought of it was making me extremely hot. You gotta understand, this guy is enough to make a fucking nun tear her clothes off and abandon all her vows. He is that fine. And there he was showing interest in me, or so it seemed anyway. So I started flirting with him. I'm so bad, I know, but I couldn't help it. I was dying. I was alone with Doug fuckin' Devone, and about 90% naked too. And he was practically drooling over me! I couldn't believe it. "Anyway, we were sitting down on the couch there, just talking and eyeing each other. I was nervous as a nine-year-old all over again, but he was treating me like a sexy, fully mature woman. Next thing I know he leans in and kisses me! Oh my fucking god! I almost died right there. What a kiss! Hold on, I just gotta..." And she went down on me again, vigorously. I actually jumped a little bit when her suction hit me, sliding on and off half the length of me with almost demonic hunger. Zing! Dizzy all over again. That girl had skills. I felt like the luckiest man alive. "So we were just sitting there kissing, and all of a sudden he slides his finger into my slit and says, 'You sure are wet and ready for such a sweet young girl, aren't you?' Man! What a charmer! I wanted to fuck him right there and then. I could have done it too I'm sure, but I decided to honor daddy's wishes. Man was it tough to say no, when he laid me down to mount me. I managed it though, somehow. Oh my god though, you know? Holy fuck! "We did end up kissing for like half an hour, and he was fingering me and playing with my clittie the whole time. Damn! He kept telling me how tight I was and how he would feel so good inside me. I was going insane. I had to put a stop to it. So what do I do? I decide to go down on him instead, thinking that'll take his edge off." "Lucky guy." "It was only a couple minutes. He didn't even come. He had me on my back with my legs open, stroking himself in his hand, getting ready to put it in me, and I was like, 'Oh god, this has to stop before we wind up fucking here.' So next thing you know I'm on my knees, licking his balls, deep-throating his cock the way I'd seen mom do him, and he was all babbling like an idiot, telling me I was the best he ever had. As if, right? Then daddy phones to ask if he had picked up the tape yet. I felt so guilty that I sent the poor bastard away without finishing him off. Damn! He almost had me. While I was blowing him I was thinking to myself, 'Fuck it! I'm just gonna let him do me! Oh my god!' And then the phone rang and snapped me back into reality. If he only knew how close he came to splitting me wide open with that big fat beautiful thing." She concluded the story with a happy reflective little sigh, and I wondered for a moment if she had more than just a schoolgirl crush on this Devone guy. "So did your dad ever find out about what happened?" "I'm sure he had his suspicions, the way Doug was suddenly so friendly to me all the time after that, but nothin' really serious ever happened between us. He did get me alone again a few weeks later, and right away he had a finger in my tight little pussy. He was stirring me up and talking so sexy into my ear; my knees felt like Jell-o. I told him I couldn't do it with him, it wasn't right, but he kept right on fingering me. He actually made me come within forty-five seconds. Then he asked me if I wouldn't change my mind and give him a try. I said no. It was the hardest thing I ever had to do. I almost fainted when he took his cock out and started rubbing it across my ass. I mean, all I had to do was bend over a little, and he could have lifted my skirt, tugged my panties aside and slid that mighty cock of his up into my very wet and very willing teenage pussy. Age of legal fucking consent be damned!" "Amen, sister!" "I did bend over a bit for him, and he did tug my skirt up and pull my panty crotch aside, but he simply stroked his cock up and down in my slit, telling me he was gonna put it in me, and how it would feel so fuckin' nice." "So did he do it?" "I wish, fuck! Daddy was right downstairs though, and the sound of his voice was too much for me to give in, no matter how tempting Dougie was. I pushed his cock away and simply told him my daddy did not approve of me fucking his stars. It was right then that he gave it a little shove and I felt the big fat head of it pop right inside me. Damn! I was shaking like a bitch and just about falling down. His cock was actually inside me! But I was too freaked out to continue. I gave him a really tight squeeze and he popped right out again. 'Can't do it, Dougie. I want to, so badly, but I can't. Ask me again in two years, okay?' He sighed, put it away, and kissed me one last time on the forehead. Then he walked out. I guess he has as much respect for my dad as I do. He hasn't tried anything on me since. I slumped into the nearest chair and masturbated until my toes were ripping fibers from the shag carpet. He's one of my favorite fantasies now, when I'm wankin' it. I get wet just thinking about it." "You really like him, don't you?" I said, suppressing an odd twinge of jealousy. "I don't know. He's more of a schoolgirl infatuation, you know? Some girls like boy-bands, but me, I sit around day-dreaming about porn stars. Go figger." Then she gave her head a shake and looked into my eyes again. She'd been staring off into space for a moment. "But enough about me. Let's fuck about you." "Did you say talk, or fuck?" I asked. "Which would you rather do, sweetie?" I nodded down at my cock, smiling shyly. "I thought so. Enough blather out of me. I want some cum." Then she was licking me all over again, kissing and tonguing my cock and balls like they were the most precious thing on earth. She moaned happily, like a little girl eating ice cream, and shivered with delight every once in a while. Her soft slippery hands slid up and down my shaft as well. She tickled me everywhere with her fingertips; she squeezed me just right, she even took my dick and shook it hard, not hard enough to hurt me or anything, but just enough to make me feel massive and powerful and swollen for her. Then she jerked me up and down with her hand getting me ready for... Her mouth! Ah, god! Her mouth descended on me at long last and my whole body jerked upward beneath her attention. Whoa! She began slowly bobbing up and down on my cock and I held her head with trembling hands, adoring the feeling of her long blond hair sliding against my thighs as she moved. I watched my cock disappearing into her mouth over and over again, and I watched her eyes shine with a confident twinkle whenever they flicked up to stare into mine. I felt the vibrations of each little moan she made, and I shivered at the sweet tickle of her tongue when it whipped back and forth across the underside of my cock. I heard the cute little sucking and slurping sounds she made as she worked all these wonderful pleasures into me and all I could do was sit dumbly with one hand behind me on the mattress, and the other on top of her beautiful little head. I sat there wondering if this was really real, and what I had done to deserve so much pleasure in one intense little moment. Even her perfume was intoxicating. "I guess there's not even a point in me telling you how fucking amazingly good you're making me feel right now." I was frustrated at my inability to formulate some eloquent doxology of praise, worthy of her all-encompassing beauty in that moment. She paused her gorgeous fellatio to respond, giving me a moment to fight off an unwanted orgasm. I wanted this to last all damn night. "I may have been told how good I am by a few different guys, but I never heard it from you, and it's yer cock I'm sucking right now. I wanna please you. I wanna pleasure this cock right here, and I wanna do it right now. If ye'r lovin' it, say so all you want. It's music to my ears." Then of course, she returned to sucking. My head was going gooey with all sorts of weird emotions and I was becoming a little frightened at the intensity of it. So I stopped her with another question. "So how much of your knowledge comes from books, as opposed to watching your mom and dad's movies?" She pulled off me and wiped some drool from her chin with the back of her hand. A clear sticky string of pre-come stretched between her bottom lip and the eye of my dick. She wound it around her finger and slurped it into her mouth. "Is there a reason why you keep interrupting me with silly questions? Charlotte wants cum! Why're you making me wait!?" She licked me a bit more while I replied, sighing happily, delighted by my dick. "I just want this experience to last all night, that's all. I'm asking silly questions because I'm enjoying every minute of this, and I never want it to end. Plus, I love hearing you talk about sex. It's so hot." She was evidently pleased with my response. She smiled up at me and gave my cock an excited little smooch, as though rewarding me for making her feel awesome inside. "If you must know, I learn the most from actual experiences. I've been with exactly 22 different guys in some way or another (23 counting you), and each time I find myself getting better and better, more intense, more accurate, more deadly. I learned everything I know technically from watching mom and the other gals doing guys in the scenes, and listening to dad's directing them. I've read stacks of books on fucking and sucking, but nothing beats an enthusiastic and energetic partner for real sex education." "So what's the most important lesson you've learned in all your experience so far? I mean, you're killing me here you're so sexy. What's the one rule-of-thumb that sums it all up for you?" She thought about it for a moment, stroking my cock and looking like she really had to concentrate to come up with an answer; with such a beautiful cock in front of her, why was she answering questions about sex when she could be actually doing it? "I think maybe the main secret to a woman's sexiness has very little to do with her. It's all about the guy's ego. They wanna see you worshipping their cock, putting on a sexy performance. Show them that you love their cocks and you're the sexiest woman alive." She stooped down at that and pulled my cock into her suction once again, releasing an enraptured moan as if she had just savored the choicest of delicacies. My brain went immediately gooey once again and I threw my head back in ecstasy. She was deliberately exaggerating every motion she made though, just to prove the point. And it was working. Her tongue swirled and her mouth bobbed. I would have come right then, if she hadn't stopped with a wet smack of her lips to return to her story. "It's not just about how you're making the guy feel. You gotta show him how good you feel about doing him, give him the hot visuals and talk sexy about it. Give his ego a blowjob and he'll die for you." "Talk sexy? For example?" "Yeah. Sexy. Like me telling you that the texture of your cock is just absolutely to die for. The skin is as soft as a baby's on the outside, but inside it's as hard as oak. That's damn fine. It feels so good in my mouth I just wanna do nothing but suck on it all damn day. I fucking love this cock!" I have to admit, her words made me shudder with lust. "I really mean that too. I'm not just saying it. I don't bullshit a guy when I'm doing him. Guys can tell when you're full of it." "I bet they don't really care, though." "Oh they care, deep inside. And that's where it matters. Like I said, it's all about the guy's ego. If you conquer his ego, you've conquered all of him. If you bullshit him, it kills the thrill in the end. It's just an orgasm after that, and you're no more sexy than any other lame-ass skank with a pussy, a tongue, two lips, and nice tits and ass." "So it's also about the female ego as well, isn't it? I mean, I get the idea you take pride in being awesome at what you do, being the best the guy's ever had and ever will have." "You're very observant for a guy who's about to get his brains sucked right out of his dick." "Well, it's fairly obvious you like having- Ahhh! Son-of-a-bitch!" Suddenly I was engulfed in her worshipping little mouth once again, and she seemed to be intent on draining the very life from me, like some sort of starving sexual vampire. Boom! Boom! Boom! Up and down, on and off, sucking hard and fast until I literally cried out loud, almost begging for mercy. Just when I thought she would take it easy on me though, I felt myself sliding down her throat until all nine inches of me was gone. Her lips pressed into the base of my cock and she bobbed like that for a few moments before pulling off again to slather the end of my cock with her drool. She flashed me a look with her eyes that made my heart flip over and all I could do was stare like an idiot. She moaned like a minx in heat too, and toyed playfully with my balls while she worked, adding that extra sweetness to the overall pleasure of it. She looked as gorgeous as any porn star. I was near coming again, and I had to stop her, so I asked her the first thing that popped into my delirious little mind. "You ever been in a—ah! fuck!—porno movie, Charlotte?" She bobbed greedily on my cock a couple more times, and then broke away to answer. "Not allowed. Not 'til I'm eighteen. Dad's very insistent about that. Even then he says he's never gonna use me in any of his movies. He doesn't want the whole world lusting after his little girl." "But it's okay if they lust after his wife?" "He hasn't raised his wife from the time she was a wriggling little baby in a little blue hospital blankie. I guess there's a big difference there somewhere. He sees me as his little princess and he gets very cold when he hears about some idiot treating me like trash. So yeah, no pornos for daddy's little princess, at least not one of his productions." "I don't mean professionally, I mean just for fun. Just for your own enjoyment. You've never brought a guy home and filmed yourself fucking him with the cameras and stuff?" "Actually I never thought about that. I should do that some time, just to see myself in a porn scene. That would be awesome!" "It would be." "I'm getting wet all of a sudden, just thinking about it. I'd love to see myself getting fucked really hard on screen. That would blow my fucking mind!" "Mine too. I'd pay good money to see that." She chuckled at that. "I'd never do it for money, silly. I just love sex—fucking, and sucking cock, and getting my face creamed like a dirty little slut." Normally a line like that would have sounded trashy, but coming from her it was oozing with sexiness. I think it was the look in her eyes as she said it; I think it was the fact that she really meant it. She wasn't just saying it to get a reaction. "Money or no money, I'd love to see you gettin' it real good on camera. You did say your mom and dad travel a lot, right? And they got a whole studio set up in their basement. You should go for it." "That's right! And I know how to work all that shit too. Dad showed me how all the editing equipment works, and the lighting and sound. That would be awesome! So much fun!" Then she said something that changed my life forever. She was sliding her hand up and down my twitching shaft when she said it. I still remember the look in her eye, as clear as day: "Maybe we could ... well, um ... Would you wanna do a scene with me?" I was speechless for a moment, but then the sight of her full red lips inches away from my cock, and the look of excited desire in her eyes convinced me. At the very least I would have a souvenir of our fucking to remember her by forever. "Sure," I said. "It'll just be a secret though, okay? We can't show it to anyone." "Of course. Yeah. We'll definitely have to keep it between us." "Well actually we can't. Shit. We need at least two other people." "Two? What for? Aren't we just basically fucking in front of a camera?" "No, silly. There's a lot more to it than that. I'm talking professional quality. Not that amateur shit some people come out with. We need a director and a cameraman, at least." "A director? We're just doing it, right? Lights, camera, action?" "A director does more than just tell the actors when to start. There's lots more to it, especially if you want it to be something sexy." I honestly had no idea. It made sense though, when she mentioned that. Actors didn't just automatically know exactly how to deliver the perfect performance for every single scene, even in porn. "How about Steve Henridge? He's in the AV club. He'd love to get in on something like this." "Can you trust him?" "Trust him?" "Not to blab, silly." "Oh, right. Well sure I can trust him. He's a good kid, kinda shy and quiet. I don't' even think he has any friends. But maybe you can help me convince him in your own way." "What do you mean?" "Steve's a virgin. If you dole out a few, um, favors for him here and there, he'll be as obedient as a little lost puppy dog, begging for his next treat." "I couldn't do that! Teasing a guy is just mean. It's all or nothing with me." "It may be mean, but it'll keep him on his best behavior, at least for a while." "You got a point there. We can't have him running around giving copies to everyone in town, or even telling anyone about it. I'll do it I guess. I'm worried about my reputation though. If people find out I actually cock-teased a guy, I'd be mortally embarrassed." "That's hilarious. You realize that, don't you? The irony of what you just said?" "I'm not sure what the irony is, but it's true. I don't want people thinking I'm some sort of manipulative little cock-teaser. That's just wrong." "I know what you're saying, but if we're gonna do this, we have to keep it quiet, and with a guy like Steve I think a good sexual brainwashing is our best option. I mean you don't have to go all the way with him or anything, but just get him jumping through the hoops, you know?" "I guess so. Is he seeing anyone? I can't do anything with him if he's taken." "I don't even think Steve's even talked to a girl before, never mind dating one. He'll be in awe just to have a conversation with you." "Yeah. He is kinda weird. It's too bad he can't be cooler. Everyone should be smart and sexy like you." There it was, another ego-inflating compliment from this gorgeous young thing. And she meant it too. There was no lie in her eyes. Of course, I was extremely biased at that point. She went down on me again and suddenly I was watching that gorgeous young thing bobbing on my cock once again, showing me just how smart and sexy she thought I was. She worshipped me with her mouth for a few minutes and then popped off again, looking up at the ceiling as though she'd just thought of something more important than pleasuring my beautiful manhood. "Who's gonna be our director, though? I would do it, but it doesn't really work when you're in the scene." "How about Sheila Unger? I heard her saying she's secretly into porn at one point. She was a little drunk at the time, but I'm sure she was telling the truth. She's in drama class too, so she probably knows a thing or two about how to direct." "You think she'd really be interested?" "She's a good friend of mine. We've known each other for years. She's not interested in me romantically though. I think she would do it just to chalk up a new adventure. She's cool that way." "Ask her then. And if she resists, perhaps you'll have to do a bit of pussy-teasing manipulation of your own." "I'm pretty sure it won't take much convincing. She's a sexy little minx in her own way." "You ever done her?" "We almost did once. But she was too afraid of my size, thought I would rip her in half or something. We were both kind drunk at the time. Nothing much has happened since. We joke around about it all the time though." "I bet she's changed her mind since then. I bet she's dying to stretch out her tight little pussy on this beautiful shaft of yours." "You think so?" "I will be, now that I've seen it. Yummy..." (and she went down on me again—slurp, slurp, bob, bob, bob—Oh my fucking god, I adored this girl! That tongue of hers was freakin' magic.) "Sheila does act kinda funny around me when the topic gets around to sex. She suddenly goes all giddy and silly. She's normally so cool." "She wants to fuck you. I'd bet money on it. I don't even know her, but I'd be very surprised if she said no to you the next time you made a move on her. Sure she'll still be scared of it at first, and it might rip her up a bit, but I bet she's thinking it would all be worth it, just because it's you." Charlotte was right too. "I don't know. Sheila's a pretty stubborn girl." "Trust me, every time you two talk about sex, you can be sure she's thinking about conquering this delicious little member of yours. Shit, I'd bet good money she wanks about you at least twice a week." "You think?" "I know slut, baby. I am one. The only trouble might come about if she has emotional feelings for you deep down inside and is bothered watching you having sex with, um, me." "I don't know about that. She's always encouraging me to get out there and fuck a lot of different girls. She says at least one of us should have an active sex life." "She could be just saying that. You think she would really admit she's crushin' on you, and tell you not to go near other chicks?" "She would at least joke about it anyway, if I know her. She hasn't yet." "So things should be just fine." "Should be." "Man this is gonna be fun!" "It's sex. How boring could it possibly be?" "I have to warn you, making porn is not as sexy as it looks on screen. There's a lot of technical shit involved that make it hardly even sexual in the process of it." "What do you mean?" "I mean, there's all this stopping and starting and waiting, and moving around to better angles and shit. It gets pretty awkward. I've seen the most hardcore studs lose their hard-ons in the whole technical production of it." "I'm sure the final product is worth it in the end." "It always is. But it's crazy getting there. That's why porn stars get big bucks for doing something that any normal guy would pay for a chance to do." "Amazing! I never thought about that." "I grew up with it. I know how it all works from the inside." "So much experience for such a young girl." "The only thing I haven't experienced is you! And you keep distracting me with all these questions!" "Okay. No more silly questions. I promise." "You're gonna fuck me now?" Her face went all cute and pouty like a little girl begging for a treat. I nodded, kissing her once again and then simply staring into her eyes. "You're so beautiful, Charlotte. This is gonna be the hottest movie ever." "No more talking!" She shook her finger at me in rebuke and reached down to pull her top off over her head. Her tits were bolstered upward toward my hungry gaze by her silky little black bra. I reached down to fondle them and she unsnapped the clasp behind her back. They dropped slightly, but not much. They were round, and firm, and magnificent—a sight any young man would have died to see. She pressed them together in her hands and played with them a bit, jiggling them and bouncing them before my eyes, and tickling the nipples into erection with a few flickers from the ends of her soft silky hair; she shivered as goose bumps formed on her flesh. "Any more silly questions?" she asked me. "No. None." I was mesmerized into a dull stupor. What could I possibly say? With that conversation our lives had suddenly turned in a whole new direction. We had no idea at the time though. The only thing that mattered was her slippery wet lips slowly descending to relieve my impatient throbbing, and the look of almost drunken lust in her eyes as she glanced up into mine, promising me a waking dream, a heaven that I'd never want to depart. ------- Chapter 4: Going Deeper She reached out and ran her hands all over my chest, humming to herself with anticipation. Well more of a soft moaning than a hum, but it started off as a hum. Then she kissed my chest, my stomach, my shoulders, my neck—everywhere she could reach without dragging me to the floor. She even gave my skin a few flickers with the ends of her hair here and there, but her slippery wet lips and fingertips felt even better on my bare skin. I was tingling after a few minutes. Finally her mouth and hands returned to her key interest: my cock, the spur of all her deeper lusts. She went down on me once again, and this time I let her finish. Her mouth and tongue seemed to be everywhere at once. I felt like I was swallowed up in pleasure, flowing and swirling all around me, dragging me toward an explosive climax. Within minutes I was squirting my thick hot load all over her face, painting her up like a dirty little slut (as she'd called herself). She felt it coming and yanked herself off the end of my cock, jerking me to a desperate finish with a rapid stroking of her hand. My cum spurted out in great thick streams, almost seeming to hang in the air for a moment on the way to her face. Then it hit her and she began waving her head back and forth, catching it all over her cheeks, nose, mouth and chin. We both hollered together, me first, and then her. I heard our voices echo all the way down the hall. It's a good thing we were alone in the house. "Ah, yeah! Ah, yes! Shoot it all over me. Come on my face! Oh yeah! Give it to me! Gimmie it all!" The more she encouraged me, the more I gave her. My orgasm didn't seem to want to end. She took it like a pro, milking it out of me to the very last trickle. She smeared it all over her lips and cheeks, even smacking herself with my cock a few times. Then she sucked it into her hot little mouth once again for a few last blissful tongue strokes. All I could do was babble and groan helplessly, drunk with the gooey ecstasy she'd give me. There was a pause while we caught our breath. "Cut!" she yelled out, covered in stringy gobs of my creamy white load. We chuckled at that, although my laughter was a lot more dazed than hers. Charlotte then proceeded to wipe the copious mess from her face with her fingers, and lick them clean one by one while I watched. It took her a couple of minutes, but she managed to get it all. "Yummy, yummy. Gimmie cummy. Down the hatch and in my tummy." "You're silly." She giggled and I was shaken with lust once again. It was at this point, in the past, whenever I had gotten oral sex from other girls, that I'd begin to feel my respect for them diminish. First of all, few of them even properly finished a blow-job, opting instead to jerk the load out of me with their hand, and make me shoot my stuff into a Kleenex or something. I was always left feeling as though I'd harmed them somehow, by making them put my cock in their mouth at all. As soon as the orgasm would finish, I immediately began wondering why the hell I'd even bothered. Then I would have to listen to the complaints about it, and that would kill it even more. I didn't feel this way with Charlotte, though. Not at all. Even though she was a lot nastier about it than other gals had been, her attitude more than made up for it. She was confident and deliberate about it, and she obviously enjoyed every aspect of the blow-job. I'd never squirted in a girl's face like that before though, and I'd never thought a woman could be so gratified by it. It was like she was covered in the very essence of me, and she totally loved it. That made me feel really good inside. "Are we ready to feed the kitty now?" she asked in a child-like tone that made my cock twitch in front of her. "Kitty's so hungry, she's drooling." I simply laid back in a daze. I smiled, and nodded, and patted my lap for her to climb aboard. Climb aboard she did. She crawled up my body until she was face to face with me, and we kissed for a bit more. I felt her toying with my cock as we did, and soon she was stroking the head of me, up and down her slit, wetting it for penetration. "Kay. Let's see if this little monster of yours'll fit inside me here. It's gonna be tight, but I think I can ... ooh ... there we go." She popped it inside her; she was soaking wet, and with just a tiny bit of downward pressure, I burst right in. I felt a sudden hot slippery crushing on the end of my cock. Wow, it was nice. Then her sweet little pink kitty was slowly swallowing me, inch by inch. She had a bit of trouble with it, but she managed. She kept saying 'ooh... ' and 'wow... ' over and over as she let every little inch of me slowly conquer her. She was shaking a bit too, and that made it even hotter. She kissed me, panting hard, and her lower lip was trembling. But she actually seemed to enjoy the stretch. She wriggled and wiggled, gathering more and more of me into her slippery tightness. Her mouth was wide open and her eyes were half-shut in the delirious sensual revelry of the moment. Meanwhile my cock was being squeezed into what felt like some sort of wet, slippery vise. Luckily she was soaked with her teenage arousal or she never would have gotten even the head of it in. But the head got in, and a good length of the shaft, after several slow sexy bobs of her pelvis up and down on me. She gathered me up inside her like that until I hit bottom. Then she tried to force it in even more, struggling to wrap herself around me all the way down to the base of my shaft, but she was just too small. I could feel her muscles squeezing and relaxing, as though trying to gather me up inside her on their own, without assistance from her pelvic motion. "Guess ... that's ... as deep as ... it gets," she said, shaking and panting with excitement. Her thighs were trembling against my hips as she carefully squirmed around on me, moving her grip on my cock this way and that, trying desperately to conquer the entire length of it. Her creamy wetness was running down my shaft with each motion she made and my balls were soaked with it. "How is it?" she asked, as if there were any doubt I was in ecstasy. "You like?" Her hair had spilled down over her shoulders and was tickling my neck. She tossed it back behind her with a jerk of her head, and began slowly grinding down onto me, in delicious little circles. I just nodded, breathing hard as I stared up into her eyes. "Ooh, fuck yeah ... Damn I love that sexy little burn." "Burn?" "My pussy ... you're so big. It's stretching me. It burns a bit, but in this gorgeous hot-fucking-cock-inside-me kinda way." "You mean it's hurting you?" "Yeah. I like it though. I feel like a little girl all over again. Mmm..." "It feels like fucking a hot wet vacuum cleaner. God, you're a tight one, Char. You better take it slow or I'm not gonna last." "Yeah, I know. I get that a lot. Want me to relax a bit?" "Relax? What do you mean?" Suddenly the squeezing on my cock relaxed. It felt less like being strangled and more like being firmly sucked by her tiny little pussy. It was no less pleasurable of course. Her steady grinding motions made sure of that. "I can squeeze it super tight if I want. The harder I squeeze, the harder I come. It's weird, but guys seem to love it. It's not usually so intense with other guys, but you've got one hell of a cock stuffed up in me. I can barely take it." "Just do whatever feels good for you. I've never felt a hotter, wetter, tighter fuck in all my life. I'll be fine, no matter what you do." She continued her slow and gentle grinding. It felt more like she was milking me than simply pushing it in and out. She would relax herself on the down strokes, and squeeze me tight on the off strokes. Now it really did feel like suction. She really was as tight as a clenched fist too. She had already taken a load out of me, but I still only lasted less than a few minutes. I came with a strangled snarl before she was ready. "Ah fuck, Char! I'm gonna ... Uh!" "Oh no! Wait! I'm almost-" But I couldn't help it. She was just too gorgeously sweet moving all over my cock like that. I let go of my load like a little boy on his very first fuck, only about three or four minutes after we'd begun. She took it graciously of course, but there was a hint of disappointment in her eyes. I gripped her hips and rammed myself all the way into the top of her sweet little snatch and she gasped at the force of it. I filled her with a mess of semen and collapsed in a heap on the bed. She leaned down without withdrawing and kissed me on all over my chest. "Hope that's not all you got, boy..." "Fuck, no. I'm just getting warmed up." Then she pulled off of me. There was a very wet and sloppy sucking sound as my cock yanked out of her messy little hole. We both wrinkled our noses at it, it sounded incredibly sexy, but just a little bit icky at the same time. "I'm gonna run to the bathroom and clean up a bit, lover boy. Don't pass out on me or anything." I lay back on the bed waiting for her. My cock was happy, drunken and tingling with pleasure, drooping a bit, but the moment she walked back in, bare naked and jiggling in every place, his head twitched up again. When she came bouncing back onto my bed, kissing me hard with girlish excitement, that got him even more aroused. She was an awesome kisser. Soon he was standing tall and strong, like a soldier at his master's command. "Ooh, lookee here," she said, and dove down on it with some beautifully hot gliding suction, as though rewarding it for staying strong for her. Then she sat up on the bed, turned around, and wiggled her ass at me, looking back at me over her shoulder. "Wanna fuck me from behind, baby? It gets in so much deeper that way." She didn't have to ask me twice. I jumped up off the bed and kissed her like that, with my cock stroking up across her lower back. She rubbed her ass against me, massaging my shaft with smooth round flesh and soon I was as rigid as rock again. Then she bent over, dropping her hands down to the bed and arching her back deeply, thrusting her beautiful round ass back at me in the most animalistic invitation possible. Take me and fuck me like a bitch in heat, her posture said. And the gentle side-to-side swaying of her backside seemed to agree. So I did. I guided my cock back inside her, and worked my way in with less effort than the penetration of our first fuck. I found I really could go much deeper this way, and I was actually banging my pubic bone into her jiggling little ass with each forward thrust. She mewled and grunted like a horny little slut, almost angrily, but more enthralled with the mindless momentum of the fuck. "Uh ... fuck ... yeah ... give it ... to me ... uh!" She almost sounded like a cheerleader doing a routine, grunting out dirty little praises to the beat of our sexual music. Her pussy continued to milk me in its special little way, and from this angle I could actually see the mouth of her vagina stretching wide open around my shaft as I pushed it in and out of her. It was so sexy it damn near melted my brain. I was in heaven. I slowed down a bit and just thrust myself into the deepest part of her, locking it in with a tight grip I had on her hips. She wriggled and wiggled again, urging me on, but I just held her there, dominating her, giving her sharp little jabs with it now and then. But then she turned around and dominated me again with perhaps the sexiest thing I'd ever heard in my life, said in the sexiest tone, by the sexiest girl on the face of the earth. "Spank me, baby. Smack my pretty little ass. I'm a bad little girl, so dirty and naughty fucking you like this. Spank me, baby. Fuck me hard. Make me your little bitch. Spank my ass. Own me. Make me come." I gave her an invigorated slap across the creamy white cheeks of her ass as I thrust in and out of her. Her flesh jiggled provocatively before my eyes. A pink handprint glowed where I had smacked her. She squealed deliriously at this, so I did it again. I'd never spanked a girl before but something about it was incredibly gratifying. It made me feel more powerful. More in control, though I was being dragged once again toward orgasm almost against my will. I smacked her again and she screamed lustfully, bucking her ass backward into my thrusts, and coaxing me on into her delicious little jiggle. "Oh, god! I'm almost there. Make me come, baby. Oh, make me come!" I reached around to tap her clit with my fingertips and tweak her nipples with my other hand, and she came with a wild scream that almost rattled the windows in their frames. Her pussy clamped down on me in a fluttering embrace of spasmodic clenching. I pulled back a bit but it seemed to be grabbing at me, and it slid out only a little. The suction was more powerful now and I was worried my cock would be one big hickey when she was done with it. She did not speak any intelligible words. She didn't need to. I knew she was almost dying in the ecstasy of her body-rocking climax. But I yanked all the way out of her, except for the head, and thrust all the way back in to the bottom again, plowing right through her orgasm with aggressive thrusting, over and over. This made her scream even louder and I rammed her even harder when she did. I gave a few more thrusts like this, and finally I came as well, gushing out a copious amount of hot sticky cum into the hungrily climaxing throat of her womanhood. She collapsed forward with a groan and dragged me down with her onto the mattress, pulling me by my cock in her fluttering little grip down to repose upon her back. I just lay there inside her, loving the feeling her squirming was giving my cock. She did not speak for a long time. She just lay there catching her breath. Finally she offered a single word of appreciation. "Motherfucker." Her ass shuddered like an aftershock of an earthquake, and I knew she was feeling some intense satisfaction. "That good, huh?" "Nah. I just can't feel my body from the waist down. It can't be your beautifully deep-fucking cock or anything." "You can't feel your legs?" "I just feels all gooey and tingly, like I just got out of a hot tub after six hours or something." "Can you go again?" I asked, throbbing eagerly inside her. "You mean you can?" "Of course! I wouldn't want to not go again. I don't have much cum left, but I got a lot of lust still simmering inside me." "You're a real stallion, baby. Most guys are done after one load, and you're ready to go for four." "What can I say? I'm inspired." "Kitty seems to like you. She doesn't want to let go. She's hanging on real tight." There was that same little girl tone that got me going before. My cock throbbed inside her again, and she squeezed me back in response. "Damn, girl! How in the hell do you squeeze it so tight?" "I Kegel. All day, every day. It's fun. Keeps me horny as a bitch in heat too." "Kegel? What the fuck is that?" She showed me, squeezing her muscles tightly around my cock in a vise-like grip, and holding me there like that for a good fifteen seconds. "Ow! That's almost painful." "Kegel exercises, dear boy, are what any self-respecting young woman does to keep all her stuff in good shape. I can bust a grape with my pussy, mister." "I believe it." "It also increases the intensity of my orgasms. The tension and release is way more satisfying for me because I'm in shape down there. Guys can do it too apparently. Daddy recommends it to the male stars that come through the studio. I'm not sure if it makes your orgasms more intense. It's more about dick control, I think. It's what keeps you from blowing off after only three strokes." "Like old hair-trigger Charley." Charlotte laughed. "Hey! Charley was actually a really good fuck while he lasted. And considering it was his first time too. And considering what a tight little puss I got, it's a wonder he even lasted that long!" She squeezed me hard, as though reprimanding me for teasing her buddy. "So that was a true story? You and Charley in the equipment room?" "Yeah. Neither of us knew what the hell we were doing, but it was the most intense experience of my life at the time. Before him, I'd only ever done it with a dildo. I popped my own cherry when I was twelve, a couple months after my first period. Good thing I did too. Otherwise Charley would have had a mess of blood on him to explain to the gym teacher." "Wait a minute! You popped your own cherry?" "Yup. Accidentally." "What happened?" "I was fucking around with one of my mom's vibrating dildos, squatting over it, pretending it was a lover, teasing myself with it, just getting' it in the opening, trying to make myself come just by doing that. All of a sudden I slipped and fell onto it, if you can believe that. It went all the way in—bang!—in one stroke, ripping right through my cherry. Ouch! It hurt like hell. I still tingle when I think about it. I limped for a whole week, and I was too embarrassed to tell my mom. I was only twelve." "Ouch," I said, wincing at her sympathetically. "It wasn't a big dildo or anything, but it felt fuckin' gigantic suddenly jammed up inside me like that. It took me like half an hour to get it out too. Every little move I made to pull it out burned like hell. It was awful. When I finally did tell mom, she took me to the doctor and got me examined, just telling the lady I fell in gym class or some shit like that. There was no permanent damage, but that's when I first got the talk about the kegels. When I finally did fuck for real, I was tight as a fist or whatever it was they say about me." "You became an over-night legend after that Charley incident. Every guy in the school wanted a piece of you." "I know. Ranger High School Guys are so cool. I'd love to fuck every one of them. But I think my reputation's already bad enough. Half the guys I say no to, I'd love to fuck! But I don't wanna seem like a total ho, you know? Being a slut is one thing, but at least there's still some dignity in seeming like you're a choosy slut. A gal who fucks everyone is just trashy. I wanna do a lot more guys though, than I do, just because I know it would make them feel so much better, about themselves." I laid there contemplating the wonder of what she had just said. Behind the over-sexed slut image she presented to the world there seemed to be a genuine love of people—a deep desire to make them happy, in whatever way she could. Perhaps I was reading too much into her statement, but the rest of her personality seemed to match up with this assessment. She had slept with some pretty nerdy characters here and there, guys other chicks wouldn't touch with a ten-foot pole. She had slept with this kid named Barney for example, one of the most shunned kids in our school. She had seen him being teased one day in the hallway, and she stood up for him against the bullies who were picking on him. The next thing you know, old Barney shows up at school the next day walking about two feet taller, with nicer clothes, a new hairstyle, and a broad I-fucked-Charlotte-Lawsen-last-night grin that no amount of ridicule could get rid of. He didn't admit to actually fucking her, for whatever reason, but he sure turned around after that. He got in better shape and he even has a girl friend now. I'd been laying on her back for a few minutes, thinking silently, and she asked me what about. "I'm just thinking about how amazing you are, actually." "Ah, 'yer just biased. You got nine inches of cock soaking happily in your own cum inside my snug little pussy. You got me shuddering and shaking in my own skin like a little girl on her very first cock. As if you'd have any complaints." "I was thinking about what you did for Barney. That was so cool." "What story did you hear about that one?" "There's not really a story about that one. Just that you stuck up for him against those bullies and that you two left school together. What really happened?" "I just helped him with his confidence a bit, that's all." "And how did you do that, pray tell?" "With my lips, my tongue, and my pussy of course. What'd you expect?" "So he did fuck you then?" "Eventually. The first four times it was me doing him. He just laid there in awe. I finally got him to actually work with me." "You sure messed him up good. He looked like a million bucks the next day." "He needed messing, the poor guy. Somehow I think I saved him from becoming a psycho serial killer or something. You shoulda seen the posters he had in his room, all blood and guts and skulls. I made him promise to take all that morbid shit down and put something nicer up there. Apparently he did. He told me he painted a portrait of me and hung it on the ceiling above his bed. I'm not sure if Jasmine lets him keep it up there now though. I hope he still has it. Anyway, he's doing much better these days." "It's a wonder what a good long romp with the most beautiful girl in school will do for you. I bet I'm as messed up tomorrow as he was." "I think maybe I might be too." "What do you mean?" "Nothing. Just fuck me." ------- Chapter 5: Seeds of Love It was then that I found myself stroking in and out of her. She told me to sit up a bit, and when I did, she swung her leg up and over and suddenly I was facing her in the missionary position, still deeply rooted in the very bottom of her slippery little pussy. "Man, you're talented!" "Practice, practice, practice," she reminded me. I slid myself in and out of her a few more times and she purred beneath me. "May I?" "If you don't I'll just be begging for it, and that ain't very dignified." So I took her once again, and this time it was slower, sweeter, more sensual, and more verbal. We actually talked to each other the whole way through; sharing with each other how every little movement, touch, and texture made us feel. I can't really explain every little detail of it but it was very intense. We kissed deeply; we stared into each other's eyes, watching the reactions to every little motion and thrust and pelvic swirl. Her eyes would widen, then roll back in a daze, then they would close altogether, then they would flash open in surprise once again when I thrust firmly right into the very bottom of her. It was amazing to watch. We climaxed together. I told her I couldn't last much longer. She squeezed her sweet sheathe tightly around me and with some intense internal exertion, she was suddenly exploding in the spasms of climax. I thrust into this vibrating grip only a few more times before I joined her in ecstasy. She held me in a tight and loving hug until the orgasm was complete, and to my surprise, she still didn't let me go. My cheek was pressed up against hers, and I felt the wet trickle of a tear. I immediately pulled my face up and looked into her eyes. She was crying. What the hell!? "You okay?" "I'm fine, you jerk!" She smiled through her tears, avoiding my gaze. "Ya just made me feel all emotional there. Now I feel all scared and vulnerable, and completely fucking happy at the same time. What the hell did you do to me?" She grabbed me in both her hands and kissed me all over my face. Her lips felt wonderful. I just stared into her eyes. "What did you do to me?" she whispered. "I made love to you. I think that's what it's called." "Well don't fuckin' do it again. I don't wanna fall for you. I can't handle that. And stop looking at me like that! And stop making me want to lay like this forever! And stop making me come every five minutes! I'm aching already!" Her tone was harsh, but I knew she wasn't really angry. I stirred myself around inside her and she fell to whimpering instead. "Sorry. Anything else?" "You could fuck me one more time. That would be really nice. And I mean fuck me! None of this love-making shit! Give it to me hard, like the little slut I am. Don't spare the whip." So I did. I sat up, lifted her legs to my shoulders, and rammed myself into her over and over again, for almost twenty minutes. We screamed when we came, and I think I probably passed out or something, because the next thing I knew, I was laying beside her and she was just kissing my shoulder softly and sweetly. I don't even know how I got in that position. There we lay, breathing, sighing occasionally, and staring at the ceiling. The clock on my dresser flipped over four whole minutes before she spoke again. "You're incredible, Anthony. Not just how you fuck—that's amazing and all—but how ya made me feel when you were all gentle there too, I actually felt loved. I felt safe and secure and adored—all these pretty emotional things to go along with the sexual stuff. It was... wonderful, and I don't normally use words like that." "Well feel free to fall for me if you want. I'll definitely be here to catch you." "I'll think about it. I don't think I'm brave enough, though." "Brave enough?" "Yeah. I may be strong and confident when it comes to sex, but for falling in love, I'm just a helpless little girl, too scared to let go of my daddy. I dunno if I'll ever be brave enough for real love. It's way too scary, too out-of-control." "I know what you mean. It's like there's this incredible pull in me toward falling for you, totally, like a little lost puppy dog, but I'm scared at the same time. Shit like that changes you forever." "No kidding. I've never been in love. I don't really know what it's like. All I know is it's scary having you at the door of my heart like this." The door of her heart? Wow! Suddenly I was bursting with joy inside, but I forced myself to remain calm, trying to be rational. "Let's not open it right now. For all we know, this could all be just hormones talking. We're both drunk with the beautifulness of what just happened. It's a bad time to start diving into bottomless pits. Know what I mean?" "Totally." "If we still feel this way, tomorrow, the day after, next week, next month, we'll have to admit something's up we can't ignore, but for now, let's just call it, I dunno... closeness, not love." The conversation paused as she reflected on this. Then she spoke in a more cheerful tone. "You're pretty smart for someone who got his brains sucked right out his dick, what, five times now?" "I don't normally last this long with other girls. The most I've ever done was three and a half times." "Three and a half? What do ya count as half a fuck?" "I fucked Lindsay Fenstien three times one night. I was going for four, but her dad came home and just about caught us." "Lindsay Fenstien, huh? How was she?" "She just laid there. It was pretty bad. At one point she was like, 'aren't you done yet?' What a turn-off." "No shit. You do have a monster cock, though. You were probably killin' her with it. Ya gotta have patience with us gals. Not all of us can take being ripped in half by this thing for too long." "I guess so. I wasn't exactly being gentle with her. Part of me didn't even wanna fuck her. I felt like I was wasting my energy on a chick who couldn't care less anyway. I might as well have just jerked off. I just did it out of horniness I guess. You on the other hand, I can't get enough. You make me feel awesome." "You are awesome, baby. The most a guy's ever done me before was three or four times." "Wait a minute, what about all these stories about your all-night marathon sex?" "They're just stories. Most guys are freaked out by me. I'm too intense. They get scared away after a few times." "No kidding." "Yup. It's true. You'd be surprised how quick a big tough guy chickens out when gal ain't intimidated by his macho act. Deep down, guys are all just little boys, try'na puff out their chests in a big scary world. Oh well. What'd ya expect from teenage boys?" "I'm glad I didn't disappoint." "You did more than not disappoint. You wore me out! I'm just aching right now. I can hardly feel my legs or my ass." "I sure can feel them." "Ooh. That's nice." I was smearing circles in the dampness on her inner thighs and she began squirming with the last remaining arousal I could muster in her. "I can't believe it! You're actually makin' me horny again." "Tell you what. Let's go take a hot shower and see if we can't squeeze out a couple more drops from this guy here. I promise I'll be gentle." "I couldn't possibly ... I swear, I'll fuckin' tear something if I go again. I won't be able to walk! Have mercy on me." "Charlotte Lawsen, the Queen of Sluts, is actually saying no to sex. Have I really conquered the unconquerable?" "Sure, go for an ego jab, sneaky bastard. Now ya force me to defend my title." She got on me again, gingerly sank down around me once more, cringing and gasping with every little inch of penetration, and then slowly fucked another load out of me, my sixth of the afternoon. I was definitely shooting blanks by then, but it was no less intense being milked by her squeezing little crush of girl muscle. She rolled off my body, panting, shaking, hanging onto me like the bed was too small and we were a thousand feet in the air. Her cheek pressed into my chest and her leg curled around mine. I held her close, with my arm under her neck and swooped around down her back, covered by her hair. I kissed the top of her head over and over, so glad she was with me. "There. Now that's six for you and about eleven for me." "Eleven? I don't remember you coming eleven times?" "I don't remember it either. I'm just guessing." My cock had not lost any of its hardness. My flaming lust for her kept it going by sheer will power, beyond even the instinct for self-preservation. I was exhausted but I wanted to fuck her some more. Call me a glutton. I swear it's true. Every move she made stirred up the basest desire in me to ravish her all over again. It was totally debauchery. She looked down and saw my cock still fully hard. She grabbed it and squeezed it tightly, astonished that it hadn't gone soft. "What? Again? Fuckin' die already!" "I can go again, but I'll have mercy on you." "Fuck that! We'll see who conquers who!" She got up again, still trembling, and turned onto her tummy to offer me her backside again. Her pride drove her into another fuck, this time with me on top of her. She lay face down on the bed with her legs slightly parted. I slid my cock into the crevice at the apex of her thighs and plunged down into her hole again. Then she closed her thighs beneath me, trapping me deep in the inescapable grip of her bouncing and jiggling pelvis. She really did crush me in this position. Every motion I made in and out of her was a struggle against her tightness. My exhausted hard-on ached inside her, but I actually came sooner than I thought I would. I had to ram her like a piston engine to get there however, and by the time it was over we were both panting like we'd run a marathon. We were barely able to move, or even speak. We were soaked in sweat and various other fluids that had oozed out of our sexual connection. We lay there, feeling each other shaking, hearts beating, breathing hard until finally she spoke again. "Truce?" "Okay, truce. But I can go again." I throbbed inside her, and she winced as though I'd rammed a baseball bat up inside her. "I absolutely can not go again! I swear. You've fucked me silly, Anthony. You've beaten me. Charlotte the Slut can fuck no more. Hold me as a trophy in your heart." "Can't we do it just one more time? Please?" "I'll suck you off if ya want, but I'm so battered and bruised down there, it's actually hurting. Sorry." "We'll see how you feel after a shower." "I'm dyin' of thirst here. Will you offer a lady a drink before you punish her even more?" I fetched an ice-cold glass of water and she chugged it down without pausing for breath. Then she turned and gave me a deeply appreciative kiss with her cooled lips. "That's better. Now let's get in the shower and see if we can't rub out one last orgasm from this little genie of yours." "You changed your mind?" "What can I say? I'm a sucker when it comes to cock. I mean ... Ah shit, never mind. Just promise you'll be gentle." "I promise." We got in the shower. It was hot and soothing, massaging our exhausted bodies back into relaxation. I got down on my knees and nursed her battered little cunny with delicate strokes of my tongue. She slumped against the shower wall and whimpered out such wonderful praise to me, that I swear she must have been delirious or something. Then she went down on me and I was once again hot and erect, though it hurt like hell. My lust for her would not be denied however, and I strained our battered privates even more, fucking her one last time. She stood up and I somehow wormed my semi-erect phallus back into her burning little hole. It took a good twenty minutes but I eventually came once again. It was a completely dry ejaculation, but it was enjoyable nonetheless. She didn't come, though. She was aching from my abuse of her tender little privates. I apologized when I realized that I might have actually injured her, but she insisted it was a beautiful night. The aching and exhaustion she felt would be her reminder of what a hot fucking stud I was, she said, and she couldn't wait for another session with me ... once she was healed up. I drove her home after that, walking her to her door, and giving her a nice goodbye kiss. We agreed to continue working out our plans for the porn we would make together, and she staggered into the house like she had been hit by a truck. The last thing I heard before the door closed was her mother greeting her. "Looks like someone's had a little too much of a good hard cock or two." "Just one, but oh my god! He was amazing, mom! He did me like ten fuckin' times and I..." That was all I heard. I got back in my truck and headed home with a broad I-just-fucked-Charlotte-Lawsen grin. I slept like a baby that night and I was still sore the next morning; it actually hurt having a morning hard-on. I pissed it away and got ready for the day. Pain or no pain, it had been worth it. Charlotte is a goddess of everything that is sexy. I actually missed her the next day too. The emotional connection we'd made was still there, for me anyway. It had not faded with the satiation of my libido. It felt scary and insane, but I managed to distract myself from that fear by focusing on the steaming hot fuck scene we would film together. It was time to call my old friend Sheila Unger. ------- Chapter 6: Heat Sheila Unger and I had been friends since elementary school. She sat in the desk next to me a few years in a row, and we usually walked home together as kids, just talking and being ourselves. There was never anything romantic between us, but we did get naked together a couple of times since we'd reached puberty. We almost lost our virginities to each other as well, but we chickened out for whatever reason both times. I'd found some old Playboys my dad had stored away when we were around twelve or thirteen, and we were going up into the hot sweaty attic one summer afternoon to look at them. I was nervous as hell, afraid we'd get caught. She insisted she wanted to see them, so I decided to take the risk. We crept up the stairs and closed the door behind us. I led her to the old trunk at the front of the attic. "What's with the sleeping bag, Ant?" There was an old red sleeping bag rolled out on the floor in front of the little attic window by the trunk. "I put that there." "How come?" I didn't want to tell her that this was the place that I came to masturbate when the urge took me. I was worried that she would tease me about it, so I made up a quick lie. "I come here at night sometimes, just to lie down and look at the sky. There's a nice cool breeze that comes through here when the window's open." "Looks cozy," she said, stroking the palm of her hand over the red fabric. "I could just fall asleep up here if it wasn't so hot." "Me too." Sheila sat down on the sleeping bag, and leaned her back against the wall. She hugged her knees and sat there staring at me. I stared back. There was an awkward pause. "What?" she asked, with a nervous little smile. I wondered if she was just going along with me, and didn't even really want to be there. "Nothing. Just wondering why you're staring at me like that." "No reason." She giggled and dropped her knees into a cross-legged position, trying to look more relaxed. "You ever seen a Playboy before?" "Nope. Well I seen the front covers in the store, but I never looked inside one!" "Well you wanted to see 'em. Here they are." I opened the trunk and moved an old sweater aside. Beneath it were stacks and stacks of porn magazines in varying states of wear. They weren't really all Playboys. There were all kinds of titles actually. But to a horny little teenager who doesn't know the difference, every nudie mag is a "Playboy". I carefully lifted one off the top of the stack and placed it on the sleeping bag between us. The cover showed a woman in a red blouse. She had long black hair and she was reclined with one leg up in the air. She wore black stockings, and platform heels. I still remember that issue to this day. "Does it show her naked inside here?" "Well, duh! It's a Playboy!" "Well how the hell do I know? I've never seen one." "They show her privates and everything. Some of them even show girls and guys together, doing it. Well they don't really show them doing it, but close enough." "Let's see..." We looked through the issues one by one, pictorial by pictorial, skipping over all the boring articles and advertisements, studying the private parts in great detail. "All girls have a big bush of hair like that down there?" "Nuh-uh. Ladies shave themselves very neatly now-a-days. When you go swimming or whatever, hardly anyone has lots of pubic hair. They're all bald, especially the young women. All that hair looks kinda gross actually. Ew." "You got any hair down there yet?" I grinned at her, challenging her to a yet another teasing match. "That's none of your damn business, Ant!" "I'll take that as a no. I bet yer bald as a plucked chicken." "I am not! I got some hair! It's not much yet, but it's there!" "I thought it was none of my business." "Well, uh, I ... Shut up!" She went back to hugging her knees, apparently mortally embarrassed. I grinned at her and she punched me in the arm. Then we got to a pictorial with a guy and a girl together. Sheila snatched up the magazine for a closer look. "Look at this guy's thingy! It's got no skin on the head! That's weird!" "Why is that weird? I don't have skin on the head of mine. Neither does my dad." "My dad's does. It's kinda weird-looking without the skin. It looks like a little helmet." I turned the page. "The girl's about to lick his little helmet. Look." "Ewwww! What if he pees on her? Right in her mouth! Gross!" "Guy's can't pee when they're hard like that, silly. The pee is blocked off somehow." "How do you know?" "I saw it on TV, on this show about sex and stuff. The lady said something about a crosstate gland that blocks the pee when a guy gets all horny." "Crosstate!? You mean prostate, you knob!" "Oh yeah. That's it. How do you know about that?" "My dad had to go to the doctor for a prostate exam a few times, when he had cancer." "That sounds painful." "I hope I never get my prostate examined." "Me neither." I turned the page. There was another picture of the girl extending her tongue toward the man's penis, but not quite touching. It was very frustrating to look at. I used to wish the picture would move. I used to wonder if they really did have sex after the camera photos were done. How can you not, when you get all horny like that? "Look how horny she looks," Sheila said. "You think she really likes it that much, or is she just doing that for the picture?" "Of course she likes it! Look at her! She loves it!" "How do you know? She's probably just doing it for the money." "Just cause you don't like it, doesn't mean she doesn't." "Who says I don't like it? I'm here looking, aren't I?" "Doesn't mean you like it. Maybe you're just curious." "Well just cause she's smiling doesn't mean she does like it. Anyone can fake a horny face like that." "Yeah right." Sheila made a face that looked like she had just had a deliciously satisfying orgasm. I was shocked at first. She was really good at it! Then I suddenly got excited. I felt it in my tummy first, and then it trickled down to tingle in my loins. It was probably the first time I'd ever felt that way directly toward a real live girl. I just stared at her for a long moment, feeling all funny all of a sudden. For the first time in our years of friendship, I saw her as a potentially sexual creature, and not just little Sheila, the girl from down the street. It was a weird feeling. Then as quickly as she'd made the face, she switched back to normal, crossed her arms and huffed at me. She was blushing a few shades deeper now though. "Fine! So you can fake a horny face. That still doesn't prove she don't love being naked with this guy." "I bet even the guys are faking." "Yeah right! Now you're really crazy!" "Go ahead. Make a horny face, just like him." "I don't know how!" "Quit lying. You've looked at the guys in these pictures a thousand times. You just know I'm right and you don't wanna prove it." I flipped back to the previous page and looked at the guy's face. I tried my best to imitate him, half closing my eyes, opening my mouth and tilting my head back, as though I had a nubile young centerfold licking my stiff rod. Sheila's eyes widened a bit, then she blinked a bunch of times, and she blushed. "What?" I asked, feeling the weight of her gaze. "I don't know. That just looked really ... cool." I grinned at her after a moment, breaking the tension a bit, and offered her a challenge in return. "Let's see you lie like this girl, all posed all over the place, here on the sleeping bag." "Eww! Like her? Here?" "Yeah? She looks sexy..." The girl in the picture was laid back on a bed, with her legs spread apart, and her knees up. She was holding her ankles with her hands and looking at the camera through the triangle her leg and forearm made. "I'm not gonna get all slutty just cause she is!" "You probably couldn't pull it off anyway." Her ego was jabbed. She glared at me. "I can so! I just don't want to." "Sure. Whatever." I casually turned the page over. "Fine!" she said. "Gimmie that!" She snatched it out of my hand and flipped back to the page I'd indicated. She looked at the picture carefully and then positioned herself on the sleeping bag in the exact same way. "Make the face too..." "Show me." I held the picture up for her and she morphed her face into the sultry mask of lust the girl in the magazine wore. "Ooh, look at me! I'm so slutty and sexy. Every guy wants to fuck me! Wow. Aren't I awesome!?" Sheila was trying to mock, but her tone of voice was coming across like a woman getting fucked. She even writhed a bit on the sleeping bag. I sat there staring at her, suddenly wanting to make love like the people in the magazines did. I felt weird about this urge though. Sheila was my friend. She was like a sister to me. She sat up, grabbed the playboy and rifled through several pages. "You gotta pose like him now!" "What!? Why do I gotta-" "I posed like her! It's only fair!" The guy she had chosen wasn't really in a pictorial, it was actually a cologne ad. I got down on the sleeping bag, lifted my leg to rest my foot on my calf and grabbed the back of my neck with my hand. "It would look better with your shirt off." I felt myself blushing a little. "You want me to take my shirt off?" "Well, I'm just saying. He has his shirt off. It doesn't look right when you got your shirt on." "Well he's not wearing pants either!" "So?" "You want me to take everything off!?" "No!" "Just my shirt then?" "I don't care..." "Well do you want me to or not?" "Go ahead, if you want to. Go ahead." That's when I noticed her hands trembling as she casually turned the page of the Playboy. I didn't know what to make of it. I didn't know what female excitement looked like back then. "Well, I'll take it off if you want me to, She. I don't care." "Never mind..." "No, here. I'll take it off. It's hot up here anyway, and it's not like you've never seen a guy with his shirt off or anything." "I guess so." She may have seen guys with no shirt on before, but the situation was obviously different up there in the attic. We were alone together, and less than an arm's length away from one another, and we were looking at Playboys. The tension was so thick you could cut it. I flipped my shirt off in one swift motion and tossed it onto the floor beside her. She looked at my naked chest, stomach, and shoulders and blushed again. I didn't have much of a body back then, but to a thirteen year-old girl, it must have been the most exciting thing in the world to be that close to a guy with his shirt off, even if he was just a friend. I was sweating like crazy too, and that must have added to the effect. "Better?" "You're a lot skinnier than he is." "So!? He's like twenty five or something. I'm only thirteen!" "Do the pose." I got into position and made the same cool, intense face the guy on the page wore, as though I'd just spied a gorgeous chick across the pool from where I lay and had decided I would fuck her, whether she wanted it or not. Sheila exhaled. I gazed directly into her eyes, feeling like my guts were on fire with nervous tension. But I held her gaze until she looked away. Then I sat up and grabbed the magazine again. "Now it's your turn." "What!? My turn!? Get out of here!" "Well I took my shirt off! You gotta take yours off too. And your bra, just like this girl over here." Sheila's faced turned pale as stone, but her eyes were deeply dilated. I pointed at a page. A naked woman was laying perpendicular to the camera, with her back arched upward, and her breasts pointing toward the sky. She looked incredibly sexy. This probably made Sheila even more insecure. "As if I'm gonna just whip my shirt off and get undressed. What kinda ho do you think I am!?" "Alright, alright. I get it! You don't want to take your shirt off!" Then I added, "Jeeze, don't lay an egg over there." She fixed a burning gaze on me and began unbuttoning her shirt. She was terribly self-conscious about her skinniness. She'd been teased about it since elementary school and she hated any reference even remotely comparing her to poultry of any kind. The old chicken routine worked every time. "Fine! Whatever! I'll do it! But you gotta go over there, and don't look until I'm ready." "Alright..." I scurried away and hid behind a rack of clothing, leaving her alone to undress beneath the window, grinning to myself at yet another victory. "No peeking!" Then I heard the rustle of clothing and sharp little panting sounds from her. "Ready?" I asked, trembling with excitement. "Just wait. I'm gonna lie down like her." She repositioned herself. Then hesitantly called me over. Man, was it hot up there. ------- Chapter 7: Play It was the first time I ever saw real live naked breasts. They were merely little bumps on the front of her chest, but my heart just about flipped over anyway. She was positioned on the sleeping bag in the exact way the Playboy girl was, and she was even making the same orgasmic face. Her body was glistening with sweat too. I just stared, almost drooling on myself, until she collapsed and rolled away from my view to hide her nakedness. She snatched up the edge of the sleeping bag to cover her chest, in spite of the baking heat. "Wow..." "Shut up! Quit teasing!" "I wasn't. You looked very ... sexy." She was unable to hide her satisfaction at the compliment at first. But she doubted my sincerity, and the smile in her eyes faded back into self-consciousness once again. I did catch her looking down at my crotch though, perhaps checking if I really was telling the truth. I had a tent of an erection poking out of my shorts, and I immediately flinched sideways to hide it. She blushed again though, from what she had seen. "What now? Your turn now to dare me?" "I don't know. Whatever..." We were both hot, sweaty, and flustered, half-naked in front of the opposite sex, and neither of us knew how to deal with it. It was awkward to say the least, but neither of us wanted it to end just yet either. "Look at this," I said. She rolled over and looked at the page, keeping herself covered with the heavy fabric of the sleeping bag. A guy was laying on his back on a bed, completely naked, and a girl knelt on the bed beside him looking as though she were preparing to mount him. She had one hand on her breast and she held his erection gently in the other. Sheila looked at it and inhaled sharply. She reached to turn the page but I pushed her hand away. "Wanna do that one?" She just shrugged. She was sort of smiling a bit though. "If you want..." "We gotta get totally nude though. They're both naked." "What if your mom comes?" "She's not supposed to be back for a long time. Anyway, we'll hear her car pull up." "Alright..." She got up off the sleeping bag, covering her little breasts with her arms. She wandered away behind a smelly old rack of dusty shirts, dresses and jackets, like an actor slipping behind a curtain to change for a performance. I whipped off my shorts and underwear and lay back, bare naked except for my socks. Then I positioned myself in the same way the male model was laying, double-checking every little posture and facial expression. The only difference was that he was full grown, and I was a skinny little kid. "Okay. Ready..." I don't think my heart ever pounded so hard as it did in that moment, waiting for her to walk in and see me, the first girl other than my mom to see me totally nude, and waiting to see her, the first completely naked girl I was to see up close. I was breathing hard, even though I was just lying there. Sheila walked over and looked down at me, naked and trembling, fidgeting with her fingers, shifting from one foot to the other, looking more beautiful than I'd ever seen her. She wasn't even covering herself anymore. We both just silently stared at each other. The horny face I had been making gradually faded to quiet awe. I patted the floor next to me. She walked over and knelt beside me. We were trembling. "Whew," she said. "It's hot up here..." "Yeah..." She looked down at my erection, just a quick, guilty glance, and then looked away again. It was pulsing and twitching with the beating of my heart. Then she looked again, a little longer this time. She swallowed nervously, smiled, looked away, and then looked even longer. She wanted to stare hard, to study it, but that seemed wrong for some reason, so she resisted it. I was drinking in her nakedness freely however, with no shame at all. She did indeed have soft blonde hairs on her puffy little slit. Her legs were so thin her thighs didn't even touch. I could see right between them, along the entire length of her slit. It was such a pretty sight. Then I looked up into her face again, and noticed she was now staring steadily at my erection, no longer looking away; she was barely even blinking. "You have to touch it." Her hand reached out, very slowly, very hesitantly. The moment was torture and exhilaration at the same time. Her fingertips were almost there. I held my breath, waiting to feel her soft warm fingers touch me. She stopped however, inches away from it. "What's wrong?" "Nothing..." But she wouldn't continue. Her hand remained frozen in air, like a photograph, the kind that frustrated me so much—so close to touching, but eternally frozen, eternally torturing me with unfulfilled anticipation. "So do it then, She ... Touch it..." She looked down at the photograph and then back at my erection. She stretched out her hand and I felt her fingertips touch its head, confirming for me in an instant that this wasn't all a delirious dream. I released a heavy sigh. She whispered to me, "It's so hot ... Wow!" Then she wrapped her hand around it, just below the head, and I felt the electric tickle of sexual contact for the very first time. She held it in her hand, the way you hold on to a railing climbing down a flight of stairs. It felt wonderful. "It feels funny, like it's alive or something." "It is alive." "I know, but compared to the pictures I mean." Compared to the thousands of pictures I'd stared at for so long, her hand felt amazing! She didn't move at all, she just held it for the longest time, but it still felt so... real! Sheila reached up with her other hand and began massaging her nipples as depicted in the magazine, very gently, rotating them beneath her fingers as she gently squeezed my cock. Her hand was shaking badly and her palms were damp with sweat, but she held on. "Can I touch yours?" Her face went red. Her eyes widened. But it was as much in a dazed look of lust as it was in fear. Her eyes suggested the many confused and excited questions she seemed to be asking herself all at the same moment. She just sat like that without answering for the longest time. So I finally reached over and took hold of her bum, the only part I could reach from that angle. She jumped a bit at the contact, then shuddered. She had a skinny little butt back then, but it still felt nice. It was smooth and soft, and very warm to the touch. I gave it a little pinch and she giggled. Then, to my delight and amazement, she actually scooted her pelvis over a bit so that I could reach the real goods. From there I reached around and stroked my fingers across the delicate little peach fuzz of her puffy pink little vulva. She flinched a little at this as well, but did not retreat. She parked the ripe little peach over my fumbling fingers and remained there, graciously allowing me access to fondle her sweet little privates with my fumbling fingers. She was moist, and very warm. Her hand was on my privates; mine was on hers. I rubbed my fingers back and forth, exploring its textures, and she shivered. "Feels nice ... soft and puffy." Following my lead, she began stoking her trembling hand up and down my shaft. Her touch felt even more amazing now that it was in motion. I'd stroked myself a hundred times up there on that sleeping bag, but it had never felt as wonderful as even the slightest touch from her hand. "That feels ... nice..." Her eyes looked nervous all of a sudden. Making a boy feel ... nice ... was a strange new experience for her. Feeling my fumbling touches on her privates was no doubt boggling her brain as well. She kept going though, and so did I. Then I got another brilliant idea. I reached over and turned to the next page in the magazine. "Wanna do this one?" My voice was trembling as much as my hands were; it cracked like a choir boy. She looked at the picture. It showed the girl from the previous page, now stooped over to go down on the lucky young man. She was not actually giving the guy head, but her mouth was wide open and her tongue was stretched out to receive him. Without a word, Sheila spun her body around to kneel beside my legs, as the girl in the picture was with the guy. Then she stooped down to position her face above my crotch. She was now more excited than I'd ever seen her. She didn't even argue the suggestion I'd made. She just went for it. She didn't go all the way however, and I was once again caught in a tableau of sexual frustration. She pointed my cock into her open mouth with her hot little hand. Her eyes glazed over in an enraptured look of desire, and her tongue reached out toward the face of my erection as though hungry for a little taste of it. I could feel her hot breath on its head. It sent shivers up my body. It was so damned exciting I nearly screamed. Instead I whispered to her. "Wanna lick it? I mean, like, for real sorta. You want to?" She shook her head, still pointing her tongue at my dick. Her breath puffed out again, warming me, tickling me. I throbbed in her hand. "Please! It would feel so nice. Just once, please?" She shook her head again, so I resigned myself to the torture of mere visual stimulation. She was letting out these breathy little gasps and sighs though, and I was getting more and more turned on. At one point, I finally grew too excited and thrust my pelvis upward a bit, sliding the head of my cock across the end of her tongue. It was so wet and sweet in that one instant, I might have come right then. It was the very first time a tongue had touched my cock and it was paradise. It was only one instant however, and she rebuked me with a disgusted grimace and sharp slap in the thigh. "Hlah!" she said, or something like that. Then she made little spitting noises, as though I'd dirtied her tongue. I tried to thrust it up at her tongue again, but her head turned at the last second and it jammed into her eye. That made me burst out laughing. "Aahg!" she said, slapping me again. But still she didn't run away. Still she held onto my cock. I reached to turn to the next page. "Do this now," I instructed her, without even considering the idea that she wouldn't. She looked. In the next picture, the girl was hovering over the guy's cock with her slippery wet pussy inches away from plunging down onto him for a very delicious fuck. "No way! Next thing you know you'll be trying to do me for real!" Her words sent jolts of excitement through me, but I suppressed them. "Come on. We're just playing here, right? I won't do nothin' you don't want to." "Promise?" "Of course!" "Yer not gonna try and get it in me?" "No! As if!" "Better not!" "I won't." "Okay. Just don't try anything, alright?" "It'll be just like the pictures. I won't move at all." "Kay..." "We'll pretend we're married, and this is our bedroom." Sheila smiled at me right then. It was the first time she'd smiled since the whole adventure started, and it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. ------- Chapter 8: Danger Sheila got up and carefully squatted down above my crotch. Now I was really excited. She posed herself so that her vulva was directly above the head of my cock, and she reached her hand down to aim it upward at her vaginal opening as the young lady in the photograph was doing. Then she looked down at me with such a look of longing that I had to fight off the urge to force myself upon her right there. She was supposedly merely imitating the girl in the picture, but her own desire saturated the imitation. I could see it as plain as day, all over her face. She was a mere inch from actually doing it for real, and it was the most intense experience of her life. I wanted to do it so badly, I swear I would have broken down crying like a baby if she had stopped things right then. It was a torture of the mind, almost too much to take. Without warning, I lifted my hips and touched my cock to her labia, wetting its tip in its pouting moisture. Her eyes widened and she pulled away from me. "Don't..." There was a hint of anger in her tone that I took as a warning not to mess around. We were still just "playing" at that point and she didn't want to go any further than that. It felt so sweet, even in that merest instant of contact, that I had to do it again. It was almost like my body took over for a moment, and just acted on its own. I thrust upward again, and this time, without realizing it, I stroked the tip across a little lump at the top corner of her pussy. The anger that had flashed into her eyes died instantly, replaced by intense curiosity and lust. "Sorry," I said. But she replied in an excited, pleading whisper, "Do that again..." My eyes widened in surprise. I'd expected her to lay a beating on me. Instead she was trembling and panting, suddenly looking at me like I was made of candy and rainbows or something. "Do what again?" "What you just did..." Did she actually want me to try to put it in her? I poked upward and hit her right in the opening of her pussy hole. She jumped like she was bitten. It didn't go in, but it sure scared her. It probably hurt too. She sucked in a gasp of breath and glared at me. "NO! Not there! Here..." "Where?" I looked down at her pussy, confused. She looked down too, trying to find the place I'd accidentally touched her. "Here..." I aimed my dick upward and lifted my ass. The end of it glazed across that little lump again and she shivered. "Wow ... That's ... Again!" "Here?" I did it again. "Yeah..." And so I did it again and again and again, loving the feel of actually poking my dick against a real live pussy. Apparently she loved it too, which surprised me. Girls were normally terrified of any sort of real sexual contact, weren't they? The look on her face was a gorgeous mask of surprised ecstasy. Why did one part of her hurt like hell when I touched it, and only an inch away the touch was heaven? She dropped her pelvis down and pressed the shaft of my dick along her slippery wet crevice. I nearly had a heart attack. It was almost like real sex for a moment there. Her pussy slid across the tip of my cock kissing me hard with its heat and wetness. I shivered, looking into her eyes with as much shocked ecstasy as she seemed to be in. She pressed her hands onto the floor on each side of me and breathed heavily onto my flesh. "Feels ... nice ... doesn't it, Ant? That feel good for you ... too?" "Uh huh..." I was holding her waist, guiding her motions a bit. We were staring almost unblinking into each other's eyes. The ecstasy was nearly overwhelming. She was rubbing her slit back and forth across the length of my erection and it was making my whole body tingle with explosive pleasures that radiated out from my dick. And she smiled again, a smile that seemed to shine from her eyes and light up her whole face. "You're shaking so bad," she said. "It's like we're really having sex." "Just like we're married." "Does it feel good for you too?" I gave a thrust, as though to assist her answer. She nodded vigorously. Her mouth dropped open. So I thrust again. She ground against me in response. I felt that little nub against the face of my cock and shivered. It tickled so sweetly I suddenly found myself thrusting rapidly back and forth against it, tugging on her waist for extra leverage. She grabbed my shoulders and hung on tight. "Oh, Anth- ... feels ... so..." That's all she managed to get out. She was suddenly shaking and shuddering. I kept going, trying to sweeten the sensations I was feeling, but she was flinching now, and pulling away from my thrusts instead of grinding into them. "Ooh ... ooh ... no ... ah ... my gah ... mmm!" I just stared at her dumbly, wondering if she was still trying to imitate the girl in the magazine. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was starting and stopping, as though she were diving in and out of a pool or something. Finally she squeaked. Her breathing ceased altogether and I thought she was dying or something. I had no idea what was really going on but fuck was she ever sexy. She ground her entire slit down along the length my dick all of a sudden and poured down an oozing flow of wetness directly onto it. It squished comfortably between her wet slippery labia, and the spasmodic little jerking motions she made felt absolutely wonderful. By this time, I was so excited as well, this meager little stimulation was all it took to finish me off. Three, four, five jerky little thrusts of her wet little slit across the length of my shaft and I was coming. I pressed myself upward, gripping her hips and suddenly felt sweet ticklish ecstasy overwhelm me. Little popping explosions, like no masturbation could ever compare to burst in my loins. She worked herself against me a few more times, finishing herself off, and I lurched and shuddered beneath her. Then I growled out loud and she stopped altogether, trembling, panting, staring at me with wide eyes, almost terrified by the ecstasy. She dropped down and kissed me in a swift, unexpected motion, pressing her lips to mine and holding them there, whimpering in her throat as her tingling pussy slid against my erection a few more times. Then she stopped all of a sudden, and broke the kiss. She gasped like she'd just awoken from a dream and realized she wasn't even in her own bed. She sat up quickly and looked down at me as though seeing me for the first time. She jumped off me and yanked my delighted cock from its delicious little half-sheath. "Oh my god, I'm sorry, Anthony. I don't know what just happened." "Nothing happened. That was awesome!" She was panting. Her body was shaking, and she was covered in sexy sweat. We both were. "Something happened. I could feel it. Didn't you feel it? It felt so-" She paused, at a loss for words. "You felt it too? I thought I was gonna die." "It was beautiful ... and scary." She slowly got up and wandered over to where she had removed her clothes and brought them over to me. Then she started dressing. "Wait!" I said in frustration. "That's it?" "What do you mean?" "I mean, do you wanna do more?" "I'm not gonna have sex with you for real!" "No! I don't mean that. I mean we could just rub like that some more. Don't you want to?" "But..." "Just let's do that rubbing again, just till we finish again, okay? It was beautiful!" "We better get our clothes on now, Ant. What if your mom comes?" "Please! I just wanna feel that feeling again, that feeling that feels like you're gonna die but everything is beautiful all at the same time." "Was that like, coming or whatever it's called?" "I think so..." "I remember my babysitter talking about it with her boyfriend, on the phone when she thought I was asleep." "Margaret went all the way with Stephen?" I asked, suddenly intrigued. I'd known Sheila's regular babysitter since I was a kid. She was amazingly hot, even to my pre-pubescent eyes. "Of course she did. They even did it at my house a couple times, after I was supposedly asleep. I went downstairs once and they were doing it right on the couch. They were under a blanket but I knew they were doin' it because he told her he was coming ... or whatever." "Wow. What did she say?" "Well I only watched for a minute, but she was talking about how good it felt when he was coming on her, or something like that. I'm not sure what that means... on her..." "Well it's like, when a guy finishes. You know. This stuff comes out. If it's not inside her it goes all over the place." "Like pee?" she asked, mortified once again. "No. It's more like spit, I think. It's not spit, it just comes out like that. They don't show it in any of these magazines. It's white and sticky. It's the stuff that gets girls pregnant. Didn't they teach you that in sex-ed class?" "No. Mostly they talked about girl stuff, periods and tampons, and growing boobs. It was so embarrassing." "Our teacher talked all about it. He even talked about how you can shoot it in different places. It was cool!" "Sounds yucky." "Your babysitter didn't seem to mind." "So if I, uh, finished you, that stuff would spit out all over?" "I don't think so. Not until my body starts making it ... or whatever. I still come, just, nothing comes out like it will later on. I already finished once, when you were on top of me. I wish I could come all over, just to see what it's like." "Did you ever finish yourself off? Like with your own hand?" Now I was cornered. She had asked me directly and I knew she would know if I was lying. "Well I did it once, yeah. It didn't feel as good as your hand did though, or rubbing against you like we did. That was amazing!" "It does feel better when someone else does it. That's for sure." She had inadvertently admitted to her own masturbation, but I let it go. I was too wound up with desire to resort to petty teasing at that point. "You wanna do it again, with your privates on me, just on the outside? Just til we finish again..." "Kay ... Just don't try to get it inside me, Ant, or I'll fuckin' kill you!" "We should at least try that. You might like it." "No way. Your thingy would kill me. I'm too small." I left it alone at that, reasoning that I should just take what I could get and be grateful. Sheila swung her leg over me, adjusted my cock into position and sank her slit down on top of it again. "Ahh..." I said. And then she started play-fucking me again. But horror of horrors, my mom suddenly called up the attic stairs, "Anthony, are you up there?" We hadn't heard her car drive up at all. Sheila jumped away from me as though my cock had turned into a live cobra or something. I jumped up as well and flew instantly into a chaos of panic. "Yeah, mom. I'm here! I'll be right down!" I said, trying to disguise my insane fear. At any second she could have started up the stairs, one by one, and caught us both bare-ass naked in front of a trunk full of Playboys, damn near having our first real fuck. We froze like deer in the headlights, afraid to make a single sound. "Well, hurry up. Grandma's coming over and I want you to wash up before she gets here." "Okay, mom. I'll be right down." Then the door closed and both of us frantically stuffed and yanked and jammed ourselves back into our clothes so fast you'd think we'd had guns to our heads. The only threat though was the thought of being caught like that by my mom, and to us at the time, that was worse. Suddenly the door opened again. "What are you doing up there, anyway?" my mom asked. We froze again. "Just ... showing Sheila something." Sheila's eyes widened in horror, and she tried too late to tell me not to tell my mom she was there. "Sheila's up there with you?" "Uh, yeah. We're were looking at some old clothes, for a school play." "Well you better not be making a mess up there, you two!" my mom said. "We're not..." Then she was gone again. "Ah fuck!" I said, flopping down into the sleeping bag, tugging my shorts up under my ass. "That was too fucking close," Sheila agreed. She was almost crying as she struggled back into her socks. I put the magazines away and closed up the trunk, replacing the sweater exactly as it had been. We composed ourselves, fixed our hair, and caught our breath. Then we headed downstairs. I'd completely forgotten about the sexy little half-fuck I'd gotten. I was just grateful my mom hadn't caught us in the very act. "Man, you guys are sweaty! What were you doing up there?" "It's just hot up there, mom. You know that," I replied with a nervous chuckle. Sheila told me later she was about half a second away from bursting into tears and confessing the whole thing when my mom said that. I thanked my lucky stars she didn't. We would have been toast. "Want a cookie, dear?" mom asked Sheila. She reached for a chocolate fudge cookie with trembling fingers. Mom noticed, but said nothing. Nothing else happened between us that summer. We were always nervous and awkward around each other after that day. Our minds were cluttered with the vivid memories of what we had done together, and what might have happened if mom had been twenty minutes later. We could barely even maintain a conversation. We were tossed into the struggles of adolescence with that single memory haunting us for years afterward. "Wanna do that stuff again, She?" I asked off-handedly one afternoon, not even sure if I wanted to myself. "Not really," she replied, and chucked a rock into the creek we were sitting beside. "Everything gets too weird after." She was right about that, but I wanted to try it anyway. I'd come for the first time, making a sticky white mess all over myself while masturbating the night before. School started a few weeks later, Junior High, and we were in separate classes. We were still friends of course, and we said a cheerful hello every time we passed one another in the halls, but we gradually grew apart. We had seen each other naked. We had touched and pleasured one another. We should have been closer than any two kids in the entire school. But we made different friends, and our lives went down different paths over the next few years. Eventually we barely talked at all. Childhood was over. ------- Chapter 9: The Rematch A couple of years later, when we were both fifteen, we happened to be at the same party with a mutual friend whose parents were out of town. As it happens at these high school parties, everybody seemed to be paring-off for private make out sessions in bedrooms, chairs, couches, and closets. There was even one couple on rug on the bathroom floor. Some were already couples when they arrived. Others just made things up as they went along, driven together by opportunity and hormones. As it also typically happened at these things I wasn't getting any action. I was a little too high-minded about sexual things in those days. I had ideals that didn't include feeling up a squirming and hesitant young girl in a closet, getting a cheap feel and being sent home with an aching hard-on and nothing more. That's what I told myself anyway, after the last available girl had wandered off with some other guy, leaving me alone on the couch with Sheila. I resigned myself to yet another party where the only thing I was holding was a beer. I'd known Sheila for so long, the idea of making out with her didn't even occur to me. Sheila felt the same way in some respects, but she was also struggling with a lot of self-consciousness. Suffice it to say we were the only two kids in the place who were not all over each other. It worked out okay that way I guess, since we were friends and had a lot of catching up to do. We spent the first half-hour just drinking and talking about what was going on in our lives. Then of course, we broke into reminiscing about the good old days. We were both getting a little drunk by then, and Sheila said something that surprised me. "Thanks to you, I'm a porn addict now, Ant." "What do you mean?" I said, half laughing at the idea. "I mean I have a whole stack of porno mags at home, a couple of hard-core novels, and even some vids." "So how is that my fault?" "You and your fucking Playboys in the attic. Don't tell me you don't remember." "Of course I remember. But how does that make you a porn addict?" "Okay, I'm not really a porn addict. I do have a bit of a fixation on it though. Ah, never mind. I'm just drunk." "But you do have actual boyfriends too, right? You're not just hiding away in books and movies?" "Nope. No boyfriend." She sighed long and hard. "I finally faced the facts, man. I'm just Chicken-legs Sheila Unger. If I ever land a boyfriend, it'll surely be out of pity." "I'm sure it's not that bad." "You don't see any guys lining up to take me into a closet for a sleazy little romp, do you?" Sheila was a tall, skinny girl with dirty blond hair, and a relatively plain-looking face. She had a really pretty smile when she chose to share it with you, and fairly alluring eyes when she looked at you in a certain way. She did have a little bit of a figure, though she was very thin. At that point, she barely had any breasts, but she had a nice round little bum and a narrow waist. Overall she was kinda cute, but in a little sister kind of way. She wasn't ugly though, like she seemed to believe. "Bah! You're better off I say. Half the chicks in these closets are probably wishing they could just go home already." "Do not be too sure, Mr. Mitchell. Chicks love the attention. If they wanted to go home they would, right?" "In a closet though? That's so cheesy and lame! That's like grade-school shit!" "These guys gotta get it where they can. So do the girls. It's a tough world out there. Any little boost to our fragile teen egos is greatly appreciated." "Still how do you respect someone who let's you feel them up in a closet? It's stupid! It's so desperate." "Pfft. You're just jealous cause no one picked you." "If I wanted to be in a closet with some dumb-ass bimbo, I would be. There were like twelve of them sitting around half an hour ago." "And none of them hit on you, so you're sitting here all alone. Like I said, we're all just a bunch of starving little egos trapped inside these bags of hormone-sodden flesh. Sometimes the hormones win. Sometimes the fears do. We just weren't drunk enough I guess. Life sucks when you're fifteen, in a state of twenty-four hour arousal, and have absolutely no idea how to relate to the opposite sex." She had a point there. She'd gotten pretty eloquent over the past few years too. I clinked my bottle into hers. "Anyone hit on you?" I asked her. "Nope." "I got a hug. That's it." "We gotta fight tooth and nail for any attention we can get. It fuckin' sucks. Gimmie a crumb of a hot sweaty embrace in a dark stinky closet that smells like fuckin' old shoes and shit. I'll take that over being completely ignored." "I think you're just drunk, She. You don't mean that. Somehow you don't seem like the type who'd abandon all dignity and self-respect for a cheap feel from some random guy." "Yeah, that's it. I'm just drunk. Problem solved." She clinked her bottle to mine once more and tried to put on a cheerful face, but there was sarcasm behind it. Suddenly there was a cry of orgasmic ecstasy from a room down the hall, and several of the couples scattered around the house cheered at it. Whoever it was seemed to have gone all the way, and that was still relatively rare in our crowd. Most of us were still on the tail end of puberty, finally starting to figure out how to contain the various physical and emotional explosions that occurred from time to time. The couple in the bedroom down the hall seemed to have figured it out though. The screams continued. Whoever it was they were really going for it, hard and fast. It almost sounded pornish. Sheila began making fuck faces and motions, mocking the girl in the bedroom with a perfect lip sync performance of getting rammed really hard. I laughed out loud, falling back on the couch and holding my stomach. But then I just stared at her as she continued. I was suddenly reminded that Sheila was in fact a girl after all, with parts like a girl, and hormones like a girl, and she was apparently willing to use them too. And there I was less than a foot away, with just as many hormones, and complementary parts. Why hadn't I thought of this sooner? Suddenly, in the dim light of some tabletop lamp, I was staring at her potential. Her performance faded away as quickly as it had started, and she sighed again, chucking a beer cap into the pile on the table. "Why can't I get lucky like that once in a while? It's not like I have leprosy or something. I may be tall and skinny, and maybe I don't look like Christina Aguilera, but it's not like-" I'm not sure what she was about to say. I didn't really care. I just grabbed her and kissed her. She looked sorta hot to my slightly drunken eyes, sitting there with her legs slightly parted in my direction, sort of half-slouched beside me on the couch after her sexy performance. So I just grabbed her and kissed her. The hormones had won. She held up her hands defensively against me at first, but then melted into me. She even let out a surprised little moan when my tongue slipped into her mouth to dance with hers. It was quite a powerful kiss, perhaps Sheila's first. I had no idea. Finally we broke away and I paused, staring into her eyes. "Why'd you do that?" she asked, a little out of breath. "I think you have a beautiful smile, Sheila. I always have. You're much prettier than you realize. I just wanted to show you, I guess. And besides, I just had to shut you up from going on about what a loser you are. It's not true and it's very lame of you to say so." "Sorry." "You are quite a kisser, though. You can't be that much of an outcast." "I still don't know why you did that. We're just friends, aren't we?" "Of course we're friends. I don't know. Does it have to stop there?" "This is the horniness talking." "So?" "So last time we messed around, you didn't talk to me for three years." "I did so! What are you talking about?" "Did not! Liar. You said hi and everything, but we never really talked anymore. Not like we used to." "Well, we just never had a chance. We were in different classes. We have different friends. We're talking now, aren't we?" "I guess so." "Sometimes life just gets in the way. It has nothing to do with you, or me, or what we did in the attic that day. Sometimes things just change." And then I added, "I'm sorry." She looked at me for a moment, thinking. And then she gave me that sweet smile of hers. "Just don't let it happen again," she said. And then she kissed me once more. I returned the kiss of course and we slowly slid down into reclining over the couch, with me on top of her. It went from there. We didn't talk much more after that. We didn't finish out beers. We just kissed, and kissed, and kissed, until finally my hormones got the better of me and I felt her up. She didn't resist. My hot little hands were on her chest, and hers were on my ass. She squeezed me firmly, and I squeezed her. Then I slid my hand up her shirt and under her bra. Her breath became deeper and quicker, and she released a soft little moan. "Just friends, huh?" she said. "You don't think this is friendly enough?" She shut up and kissed me some more. Puberty had done some nice things to us both in the past couple of years. We found ourselves out of breath with the excitement of fumbling and feeling out the changes the years had made in our bodies. Eventually Sheila was being as aggressive as I was, touching me everywhere, grabbing me, squeezing me, and putting my hands on different parts of her body where she wanted to be touched in return. A few minutes later I had her bra off and was feeling her up directly. I had moved on to kissing her neck and ears, and was on my way down to her breasts when she finally stopped me. "Okay, whoa, Anthony. Maybe we should stop now, huh? What is this gonna mean for us later, if this goes any further?" "You got your cheap feel, now you wanna toss me away?" I smirked at her, and suckled a nipple into my mouth. "Um ... okay, whoa ... this getting too ... wow..." "I guess I can stop if you really want me to." "No! Fuck that!" Our tongues met once again, all slithery, and slippery, and exciting. Sheila whimpered into the kiss, and gave no more resistance. The next thing we knew I had my hand down her pants and was playing with her heated little vulva once again. It was neatly trimmed and shaved down to a mere tuft of hair on her pubic mound, and it almost felt the same as it had the last time I'd touched it. She was soaking wet and her pelvis was slowly grinding into my hand. Her hands were shaking and her breathing was erratic, like someone was tap-dancing on her lungs or something. "Been a while for you, huh?" "Years..." I'd learned a thing or two since our last encounter and I knew what the hell I was doing down there a lot better now. I slipped the end of a finger into her and she flinched. I pressed my palm onto her clit and she relaxed again. She just moved her pelvis around and around, exploring the sensations of being touched down there by a guy. She evidently enjoyed it very much. Her heart was beating wildly. We were still kissing at this point, in between my nibbling and sucking on her lips, ears, and breasts, and our dialog was very sparse. "That's feels nice, Anthony..." "Open your legs a bit more. There. Like that. Good." "Oh god! Oh my. That's so nice!" I liked the way she was being so responsive. It was a sharp contrast to my memories of her as a younger girl up in the attic, just barely brave enough to keep herself from fleeing the situation and running home to her mommy. Now there she was on the couch, seeming like she was not only brave enough to stay, but actually enjoying it immensely as well. Our kissing and fondling went on. One of the couples walked by and headed out the front door, but we barely even noticed. I was getting incredibly turned on by this point, but though Sheila seemed to be in heaven herself, she did not take any initiative in regards to returning the pleasure to me directly, on my dick I mean. Out of desperation I removed my hand from her panties and unzipped my pants. I slid them down and pulled my cock out. Sheila had seen it that day a few years earlier in the attic, but it had grown enormously since then. It was now close to its full size. It was long and thick and she just stared at it with a gleam of fear in her eyes. "Holy fuckin' shit, Ant! What the hell happened to you?" "I grew." "No kidding." After a moment's hesitation she reached out and grabbed it around its shaft. Her touch felt wonderful. It brought back the memories that had haunted me for years, throwing more fuel on the fires of my lust. I went back to fingering her and she softly stroked me up and down, as though my cock were a little pet placed into her care—a pet she was very cautious of. "Wow, that's so nice," I said. "I haven't had much practice. I've been studying though." "Porn?" "Yup," she giggled. "What else did you learn from porn?" "I learned that women really do really love cock. It's not just an act after all. You were right all along, Ant. Some of them even like sucking on them." "What about you? Think you could ever enjoy that?" "I haven't had a chance to try." "Until now..." She kissed me again, and her hand pumped my cock. "I really want to, but I don't know how." I was now shaking with excitement as much as she was. She noticed of course, and we smiled at each other, making a strange unspoken connection. "I mean, I know how technically, but I'm, I don't know. I'm just self-conscious I guess." "Just put your mouth on it and move up and down." "Well I know that much, dummy. But I don't think I'd actually do it right. I'd feel silly." "It's your first time. I'll forgive you if you're not perfect." "I guess having a mouth on your cock feels gorgeous no matter how clumsy the girl is." "As long as she's enthusiastic about it. If she doesn't really want to be there, it can be frustrating as hell." I knew this from experience. "Enthusiasm, huh?" she said, staring down at my cock. "Yup. You gotta love it, or don't bother at all." Finally, after a moment of quiet reflection, a deep nervous sigh, and a half shrug of her shoulders, she leaned down toward my cock and stretched her tongue out towards it. Then she froze like that for a moment. "Look familiar?" It was actually a cute little joke, her making references to the Playboy scenes we had acted out as younger kids, but at the time I was too wound up to appreciate it. I just smiled and nodded and pressed down on her head. Her tongue touched my cock once again, and my brain went gooey at the soft slippery feel of it. Her eyes widened and she pulled back a bit, but then she apparently decided to just go ahead with the situation and took a good long lick along the end of my cock. It looked and felt wonderful. I shivered. "Yeah, that's it!" I whispered. "Keep doing that." "Just let me know before you come, okay?" I nodded in response. "Tell me before it happens, okay? 'Cause I don't want it in my mouth or anything." "I will." She went back to licking me, with no further comment, wetting me and smearing her saliva around with her hand, probably the way she'd seen the porno girls do. I had no complaints at all. I moaned softly and petted her hair. Finally, she opened up and took the head in her mouth. "Oh my!" a girl said from across the room. Sheila pulled away instantly, hiding her face, exposing my cock to the girl's gaze. "Oh my!" the girl said again, louder now, half laughing. And she blushed too. She was a pretty auburn-haired girl, with boobs enough for two. Evidently her boyfriend (or whoever the guy was) had already left but she had stopped to watch me getting my dick sucked for a few minutes. Both Sheila and I had our eyes closed as we enjoyed our intimate act, and neither of us had seen or heard her walk into the room. I covered myself with my hands and gave her a nervous smile. "Looks like I hooked up with the wrong guy tonight," she said. "You go, girl!" And then she stumbled out the door. "Come on," Sheila said. "Let's go find out which bedroom they were in." Apparently, I would be getting lucky that night. I zipped up my pants and followed her up the stairs. ------- Chapter 10: Frustration We found one of the bedrooms empty. The sheets were tumbled a bit and the place smelled of sex, but it had a door that we could close behind us. We remade the bed and opened the window to let in some fresh air. Then we sat down on the edge of the bed and went back to kissing. Then we were pawing at each other. Then we were sliding our hands inside each other's clothing once again. Finally I flipped my pants open again and took my cock out, laying back on the bed. "Guess that's my cue," Sheila said with a smirk. "Fuckin' men. You're about as romantic as dogs in heat." "Can you blame me?" "Well I suppose it is at least partly my fault, being the wonderfully talented cock sucker that I am." Ah, the Sheila Unger sarcasm. So wonderfully blunt. She wasn't really bothered by my impetuous lust. Not at all. And we both knew it too. But she had to make at least a pretence of hesitation. "You're doing pretty good so far." "How good?" "Keep going, and you'll soon find out." She rolled her eyes, and reached out to grab my cock again. I closed my eyes and in the darkness, I felt her tongue upon my happy little monster once more. She began softly of course, carefully sliding her tongue along its length. She licked and stroked it for a good fifteen minutes and I lie there happily enjoying her hesitant attention. She seemed to be exploring it with her mouth and hands, more than actually trying to pleasure me. She spent at least five minutes on each of my testicles, and then headed back up along my shaft again, driving me wild with anticipation. I was panting, sighing, moaning softly, and caressing her face as she worked. Sometimes I was even laughing a bit when she hit a ticklish spot. I couldn't see her too well, but I'm pretty sure this made her smile. It felt wonderful, beyond words, but I began to crave more. It was time for her to stop playing and get down to business. "Can you take it in your mouth?" "I'll try. It's so big though." She was down on my scrotum when I said this, licking and sucking on the ticklish skin underneath my bag. She began working her way up my shaft again, taking little licks and planting kisses on me as she went, massaging me with her slippery little hand. Finally, she got to the head of me and slowly took it into her mouth. Only half the tip was in before she suddenly pulled away. "Remember, don't you dare come in my mouth!" "I won't." She went down again, and slowly took the end of my cock back into her mouth. Her teeth rubbed along the head of it a bit and I flinched. "Ow." "What? What's wrong?" "Be careful of your teeth." "Sorry! Are you okay?" "I'm wonderful. Just be careful, and please don't stop. It's so nice when you don't stop." So she went back down on me and I actually got a bit of head from her for a few minutes. She rubbed her mouth back and forth across the head of my cock, no suction, no tongue motion, just warm, wet, weak stroking. It was head though. Who was I to complain? She didn't have to do it at all if she didn't want to. She was the second girl to go down on me however, and I did know a bit of what I was missing. I knew what really good head felt like and though her efforts were really, really nice. They weren't exactly blowing my mind or anything. How could I tell her that though, without crushing her ego? "Can you suck on it a bit, She? That would feel so much nicer." She pulled off to speak once again. "Right. Enthusiasm. I forgot. Sorry. Just make sure you warn me before you come, alright?" "I will. Just go a little faster, and suck on it, and move your tongue all around it too." "Wait let me get a pencil and paper. I gotta write all this down." "Ha ha. Very funny." "Would you like fries with that, sir?" She went back to it without further comment, and this time she gave it a little suction, and a little tongue, slowly massaging me with delicate little circles. "Mmm! Much better! Ah, damn that's nice! Yeah. Keep doing that, okay?" "Uh-hmm," she replied with her mouth full of my cock. She seemed to love that I was enjoying what she was doing. "Tickle my balls too, with your fingers..." She did. It was definitely getting better. She began sucking harder and tonguing faster as well, once she got into the grove of what was happening. Unfortunately I got a little too excited by this. After about a minute I pushed down on her head wanting her to take more of me in her mouth. She gagged, and pulled right off again, just when it was getting really good! "Sorry..." "Fuck, Anthony. I almost threw up! What are you trying to do, choke me to death?" "I won't do that again. I swear. Please continue." She gagged again, and shuddered in revulsion. "I gotta rest for a bit. My stomach feels yucky all of a sudden." She returned to softly stroking me with her hand and we just laid there kissing for a while. I was getting hornier by the minute by this time, and more than a little impatient to continue. I reached into her pants and started playing with her pussy once again. She kissed me more vigorously and moaned into it, but other than that, there was no sign that she planned to advance beyond what we'd already been doing. I wasn't even sure if she would finish me off at that point. So I took the next step myself. I sat up and tried to pull her pants open. She stopped me immediately and did them back up again. "Don't you wanna try it?" I asked her. "Come on, let's go all the way, Sheila." "Are you insane? That thing would rip me in half!" "We won't know that until we try." "No actually, I do know that. I can't even get a finger in there without agonizing pain. Your dick is like ... well, it's huge. I'm sorry." "But it'll only hurt for a little bit. Then it'll be all-" "No, Anthony. I can't. I just can't, okay? It's just not happening. I'm sorry." She pushed my hands away. Suddenly things got all awkward. My ego was a little bruised. "A few minutes ago you were desperate for the cheapest little feel. Now you're acting like I'm some kind of freak or something, just for wanting to go a little further." "I'll just go down on you some more, Ant. How about that? Is that okay?" Suddenly there was an orgasmic cry from down the hall again. I grinned in the dark, inspired now. "Hear that? That could be us, Sheila. Come on. We're gonna do it. Right here, right now. We're gonna be brave and we're gonna love it." This time I didn't wait for an argument on her part. I laid her back on the bed, flipped her pants open, shoving her hands aside when she tried to stop me, and began tugging everything down. She actually let me too. To my surprise, she even lifted her ass to help me get them off her. I was incredibly excited now. My first instinct was to shove my cock right into her and fuck her for all she was worth. I beat that one down with a heavy stick however, and opted for a more gentle approach. The next thing she knew I was going down on her. She was grinding and moaning on the bed before me. I hadn't gone down on girls much before that, but I had enough experience to sorta know what I was supposed to be doing. She had no experience of course. I could have been stroking her with a wet elbow and she wouldn't have known the difference. We were young, half drunk, and overloaded with hormones, and it was dark. She was loving it as much as I'd enjoyed her going down on me. "Oh god. Oh god," she repeated. "Oh my god." It was simple-minded and unimaginative I suppose, but it was how she felt at that moment, and it sounded very sexy. Then she stopped me. I'm not sure why, but she closed her thighs against me and pushed my face away from her. "Don't. Okay, stop. Please..." "Why? Don't you like it?" She didn't answer. She just pulled me up for a kiss and hugged me like I was the last living man on earth. It was very sweet at first, but I soon found my scrotum pressed comfortably against her soaking wet pussy. She had spread her legs to accommodate the embrace, and had opened herself up to my immediate sexual advance. I didn't wait for an invitation this time. I simply reached down and pressed my cock into her heated little crevice, searching for the elusive little opening that would sheath my cock so wonderfully with a gentle forward thrust. I found it and gave a little push. It stretched, almost opening up to me, almost letting me in, but her thighs snapped shut against me. "Wait. Oh fuck! Oh wait, wait, wait. Don't-" I pushed again, struggling against her resistance. She pushed back, denying my access to her vulnerable little sheath. "Come on, She. Don't you want to try it? Don't you at least want to feel it in you just for a moment? Just let me put it in for a moment I promise I won't do anything else, I'll just put it in you and keep it still. I swear. It'll be okay. It'll be awesome. It'll feel like a real fuck, deep inside you, so nice and tight. Just let me put it in, and if you want me to stop I'll stop. I promise." It was a line I'm sure millions of horny young men have used throughout history, and there I was resorting to it as well, out of extreme desperation. As I spoke I began softly stroking the head of my cock up and down her wet slippery labial slit, trying to wear down her resistance, trying to numb her to reason. I brushed it by her clit a few times too, but her legs would not relax. Finally, in exasperation I began outright begging. "Please, Sheila. I know it's big, but I can't help it. The only time I ever had sex, the girl wouldn't even let me finish. She said it was too big, now you're giving me the same thing. Just let me try it once, I swear I'll be gentle and I won't hurt you." I had my cock at the entrance to her oozing wet little hole once again, and I gave it a gentle forward thrust. The tip of the head pressed into her once again and that was all. She slammed her thighs hard against me in resistance, and no matter how hard I tried, I could not go further. I was almost ready to cry. "Please, Anthony. You gotta believe me, I wanna try this. I don't care about the pain, really. I know it will feel so good for both of us in the end. I really, really want to do it, especially with you. I've wanted to ever since that day in the attic, but I can't. Not now. Not tonight." "Why not?" "Because I'm not on the pill or anything and I don't want to get pregnant." Oh fuck! That thought hit me like a bucket of cold water. I didn't have any condoms on me either. No matter how horny I was, I couldn't risk impregnating her. I didn't want to ruin her life, and mine, no matter how good it might feel. It was just not worth it in the end. I suppose I could have just gone and gotten a condom from one of the guys, but once that cold splash of reality hit me others started to pour over me as well. I was at the very entrance of her virgin sexuality though, and the struggle was absolute torture. She sighed in response, but held her ground. I had been slowly stroking the tip of my cock up and down her very wet little slit, half ready to plunge it in and just go for it whether she wanted it or not. She had admitted she would eventually enjoy it after all, right? Her pelvis was squirming as though in anticipation, and her legs were opening and closing reflexively as she fought with her body's desire to just submit and experience her first fuck without reservation. She wanted it, at least on some level, and I wanted to give it to her. What a mess it would be if she got pregnant though. Fuck! The nagging voice of reason sounded louder in my head though, and I slowly came to my senses. The high-mindedness and ideals returned as well. Their voice sounded a lot like my mom. What the hell was I doing pressuring a girl who didn't fully want it? What was I doing being so selfish, trying to use her, a good friend of mine, like a mere piece of meat? I suddenly felt awful. I was lying on top of her with the tip of my cock pressed against the entrance of her womanhood, on the verge of outright raping her, and she was shaking and trembling like a frightened little mouse about to be stomped into mush by a giant boot. Now here's the crazy part. Sheila let out a long deep sigh, and then actually relaxed. She actually changed her mind and spread the thighs wide, inviting me forward into her. I thrust reflexively forward, and stung her again, stretching her opening a bit more, but not quite breaking in yet. There was a sharp gasp from her, and a reluctant little squeeze from her thighs, but then she relaxed again. "Just do it, Anthony. Go ahead. It's okay. Just be gentle, and don't come inside me, okay?" She held me tight for a moment and then kissed me as though confirming her permission. She was finally ready for me, finally resolved, but now I couldn't do it! Well I could physically: my cock was hard and ready, and her tight little pussy was soaking wet, waiting to receive me in spite of the pain. I pulled back and was just about to go for it, tearing through her cherry, and sinking it home in one swift thrust, but I stopped myself. What if she got pregnant? Well then go get a condom from one of the other guys, you idiot! But what if she doesn't really want this? What if she's just going along with you out of loneliness, or pressure, or whatever? Shut up and fuck her, you dumb asshole! She wants it. Didn't you hear her? She's spread wide open for you! Suddenly my mother's voice spoke in my mind, loud and clear. "Anthony, I don't want to ever hear about you doing stuff with a girl that she doesn't want to do. That's just wrong, and it sure as hell ain't sexy either. If a girl says no to you, you respect her. I don't care if you two are naked as the day you were born and pumped so full of hormones your eyes are watering. If she says no, you leave her alone, you hear me?" Fuck, fuck, fuck! Having a working conscience fuckin' sucks! Granted my mom had been drunk when she said all that, but it still made sense. She went on afterwards to tell me the story of how a young man had taken advantage of her when she was sixteen and she had never gotten over the humiliation of it. I promised her I'd never do such a thing to a girl, and she gave me a hug. Now here I was breaking that promise, or just about to. I suddenly pulled away and sat up. "I'm sorry, Sheila. I don't know what the hell I'm thinking. I'm sorry. We don't have to do anything if you don't want to." "What are you talking about? Don't you want to do it? It's okay, really." "No, it's not. I can't do this with you unless you're a hundred percent certain about it." "I am certain! I'm fucking soaking wet certain! Don't you feel that? I want it. Really I do. It was actually starting to feel good." "Sure you say that now, but come tomorrow morning you'll be panicked about pregnancy for the rest of the month, and that would just ruin it. If we do it, I want it to be special. No regrets, no worries, okay." "Quit making so much sense, you dick head. You're gonna lose your chance here." "The chance is already gone, at least for now, She. I can wait for another time. I just want it to be right." "Fuck! First I don't want to do it, then you get me all worked up, and now I'm dying for it and you're the one saying no. Shit!" "Sorry." Then she was grabbing my cock and slowly stroking it. "Last chance to change your mind." I pulled away from her and lay down beside her on the pillow. I gave her a little kiss and just held her, feeling the warmth of her bare skin against my cock. "Fine ... I guess you're right," she said. "You're sure you're okay with this?" "Well I was kinda lookin' forward to finally getting some for a moment there, but now I don't know. I know you're right, but now I feel like I'm right back where I started from: Chicken-legs Unger, the perpetual virgin. God, I'm never gonna be normal!" She was almost getting a little weepy by then, and it actually made her more attractive somehow. I don't know why. I can only assume it was my hormones playing tricks on me. "Don't worry about it, Sheila. We'll try again when the situation is right." "But look at you here. I got you all worked up and frustrated. I feel awful just leaving you with nothing." "Well you could try sucking it again," I suggested again, after a tense silence. "I don't want to do that. It's not about you, though. Don't worry. I just don't think I can physically do it. I'll work on it, though, okay?" "Well what can you do for me then?" I asked. I have to admit, though I was trying to be noble, I still hated the thought of being left with nothing, as Sheila had put it. Without answering, Sheila just started stroking my cock once again, tugging on it, and jerking it up and down with both hands. "Please let me know when you're gonna come. I wanna be ready for it." "It won't be long, but you have to go a bit faster, and steadier." "Like this?" "Oh yeah..." She jerked at me for a few minutes, and I just sat back and enjoyed it. But after a few minutes she asked me an odd question, just out of the blue while stroking my cock. "Who was this girl you were with before?" "Huh?" I was a little dazed and the question caught me off guard. "You said you had sex with a girl but she wouldn't let you finish. What happened?" "Why do you wanna know?" "I'm just wondering. Do I know her?" "A girl named Carol. She doesn't even go to our school." Then Sheila made the weirdest request ever. "Tell me about it," she said. "Who was she? How did it happen?" "Right now? Aren't you a little busy at the moment?" "I can do this and listen at the same time." So I told her all about it while she jerked me off, about how I nearly lost my virginity to a girl I hardly knew. And Sheila never paused... ------- Chapter 11: Release Carol Anderson and I had met at a coffee shop where I used to hang out with some friends once in a while. We saw each other a lot and eventually began flirting. Finally one night she asked me for a ride home and I obliged. I'd just gotten my license a few weeks before and I was more than happy to drive every chance I got, especially with a very pretty young girl. Of course we never made it to her house. She said she still had lots of time before curfew and wanted to "park" as she called it. So we pulled onto a secluded road and got into a heavy make-out session. Finally she unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. It was the first time a girl had ever done that to me. She was so bold and shameless I was almost frightened. But of course my lusts won out. She was blown away by the size of it when she saw it, and kept going on and on about how big it was. She said it was the biggest one she had ever seen. "But can you handle it?" "I can handle anything, baby," she replied. "Bring it on." We kissed and fondled, licked and sucked each other, and then she gave me my first head. It was really good too. She even let me come in her mouth. But then she spit it out onto the floor of the truck with a disgusted grimace that made me feel guilty for a moment. "That bad, huh?" "Nasty stuff!" Then she lay down, spread her legs, and offered me her tight little snatch. "Come, on big boy. Put it in me. I can handle it." I rolled a condom on, and mounted up. She was very small and it was a delicious little struggle trying to work it into her, all the way in to the very bottom. She changed her tune as soon as I got it in. Suddenly, she was cringing and closing her legs against me every ten seconds. "Ow, fuck Anthony. It's bigger than I thought. It's hurting a bit. It's really stretching me. Take it easy, okay?" It felt wonderful. It felt like she was crushing me, a hot wet slippery crush whose every motion smeared wonderful pleasures into my invading manhood. The more I moved, the better it felt, but every move I made was met with complaints and resistance from her. Finally I just stopped and lay there for a moment, trying to remember her name. I couldn't believe I was actually having sex with a girl I hardly knew. I began slowly, gently fucking her, not even enough to rock the truck back and forth, and she was all, "Ow! Shit! Ooh, ouch! Wait. Take it out for a moment." I took a couple more desperate strokes, trying to make myself come before she stopped me, but she pushed me away with her thighs. She pushed hard, angry now. I popped right out and all of a sudden I was merely pressed against her pubic mound instead of being deep inside her. I was shaking with impatient lust. "Wait, fuck! It hurts!" "Sorry." "I don't know if I can do this. It really hurts, Tommy." "Anthony," I corrected her. "Oh. Sorry." "Thought you could handle anything." "Normally I can, but you're a mutant. What are you, half elephant or something?" My ego was on the ropes now. I didn't like it. I didn't reply. She just lay there shaking, trying to ready herself, trying to decide if she could even continue. My mother had raised me to be a gentleman, much to my dismay, and I wouldn't force myself upon her. I simply waited for her to get it together so we could continue. Finally she nodded at me and I stuffed it back into her. I was still soaked in her lubrication and it went all the way in one long stroke instead of ten or twelve little ones. The stretch was still there though, and she winced and flinched against me as I advanced into her. I was wishing with all my heart that she could at least brave it until I finished. I took a few more strokes, all the way in and all the way out again, just loving the feel of her slippery wet walls squeezing all around me, and then I enjoyed a few short deep strokes, filling her up to the very bottom. I was almost there, almost near coming, but she stopped me again, and wouldn't continue. "Ow! Fuck. Get off me. It hurts too fuckin' much. This isn't even fun." I pulled out, now as much angry as I was horny. I felt the sting of pride filling me with resentment toward her. Mostly I felt rejected, and that was translated into cold anger. "So that's it then?" I asked. "Well I gave you head. Isn't' that good enough?" "Well it was at the time, but what about now?" "You should be grateful for what you got, you selfish prick." I didn't answer her. I just got my pants back up and started the truck. I drove her home and she said good-bye sweetly, as if nothing had happened. I nodded at her and she got out. I was so pissed off I never talked to her again. Luckily she didn't go to our school. "I don't think you're a selfish prick," Sheila said. "But you gotta understand it really does hurt like hell. Have you ever slipped and done the splits too wide accidentally?" "A few times." "Well it kinda feels like that, except imagine that much pain in your dick, over and over again for like twenty minutes or whatever." "Point taken." Sheila sped up her stroking on my cock. It started feeling really good. And her breathy little panting sounds were driving me crazy too. I was thinking about how it would have felt to have finished that fuck with Carol, blowing off deep and heavy inside her lovely little pussy. I was thinking about how it would have felt to have fucked Sheila just now, stroking her deep and slow, her pussy so tight and wet, slipping wonderfully all around my cock, feeling her squirm and moan, responding to my every thrust with all her sweet female energy. Suddenly I was coming. I didn't even have time to warn her. It just all of a sudden exploded out of me and hit her in the face. It was actually kind of funny because she was about to remind me to warn her. But it was too late. "Make sure you warn me before you-" Boom! A big spurt of come shot upward and hit her right in the cheek. "Ah!" she wailed, and jerked her face away from the eruption. She angled my cock away from her and the remaining volleys of climax sprayed out all the way onto the dresser, and then the floor, and then onto the bed, and then onto my thigh as the intensity diminished. Thankfully she did not stop the rhythm of her strokes throughout my orgasm. I suppose she had learned a thing or two from the come shots she had seen in her porno movies. "Fuck! You were supposed to warn me!" The glob of come was running down her face and it looked very sexy. It slid down and hung from the edge of her chin for a moment before plopping down onto her naked thigh. "You should have taken it all in your face," I said, grinning stupidly at her, still throbbing out the last few pulsations of my orgasm into her now slippery grip. "That's exactly what I didn't want to do. Crap! What a mess!" "Sorry," I said, though I wasn't sorry at all. I was trying my best not to burst out laughing. I don't think she was really mad. She was still stroking me as she complained about it. That was her way I guess, hiding her arousal behind a façade of annoyance. She finally released me, and grabbed a nearby pillow to wipe the come off her hands, face, and thigh. She didn't bother trying to clean up the mess that had sprinkled around the bedroom. There was just too much of it. Hopefully the host of the party got around to cleaning it up. I'm pretty sure we were in his parents' room. I drove her home and went home myself to fly into frantic fits of masturbation, agonized at how close I had come to actually having real sex once again. If we had actually gone through with it, it would have been my first real fuck. I don't really consider what happened with Carol Anderson a fuck since we didn't even finish. So I was, for all intents and purposes still a virgin, though I'd had my cock inside a girl's hot little pussy. Sheila and I never did hook up again. We just went back to the way things had been before for some reason. I'm sure we both wanted to do it deep down inside, but it never happened. We told ourselves that we were just drunk and that it never should have gone that far in the first place, not with a good friend. Suffice it to say that she remained a virgin, at least as far as I knew, while I moved on to my diverse sexual exploits, eventually leading up to my encounter with Charlotte. Interestingly enough, the girl I did wind up going all the way with for the first time was the girl who had walked in on Sheila and I while she was licking my cock on the couch. Her name was Rebecca Drummond, the auburn-haired cutie with D-sized tits. They called her Becky Double D. She was a cheerleader. She wasn't in any of my classes, but we all knew who she was. She began a steady regiment of flirting with me after that night at the party until finally she got me alone, asking me for a ride home in my truck after school one day. "I can't get that image out of my mind," she told me when I pulled up in front of her house. "What image?" "The sight of you getting your cock sucked at that party. It's like, burned on my brain or something." "It looked that good, huh?" "Why do you think I asked for a ride home? I only live three blocks from school." "What are you saying, Rebecca?" "Just this..." She unzipped my fly and was suddenly giving me some really excellent head right there in my truck. Cars were driving by and I was just sitting there with my mouth hanging open. I couldn't believe how good she was. I had such limited experience, but she was intense. She almost broke my brain. She was fast and she sucked hard, jerking at me with her hand while she gasped for breath every few bobs, and then she dove down on me again and sucked even harder. She had me wound up to popping within minutes in spite of my pleas for mercy. I tried to warn her before I came, but she latched onto me and I came right into her mouth with a delighted yelp. A kid passing by on a bike looked at me funny, but he couldn't see the girl gobbling down my spurting cum. He probably thought I was singing along with the radio or something. Singing? I was almost screaming. She milked me dry and swallowed it all without a whisper of complaint. I was enthralled. I was hooked. I was halfway in love with her by the time she popped off me and flashed me a dazzling smile. "Wow..." I said. "Wow?" "Yes. Wow. Better than wow." "I liked it, but it won't be wow for me until I get you in the house and you fuck me with this thing. Come on." "If you insist." The next thing I knew we were in her bedroom. She threw me down on her bed, tugged my pants down and mounted me, impaling herself aggressively on my cock without the slightest hesitation or negotiation. She didn't even realize I was a virgin. Well, mostly. She was a bit of a maniac in bed too, screaming and thrashing around, and thoroughly enjoying my cock as though she owned it or something. It was beautiful Her tits bounced, her voice was high and sweet. She swirled and squirmed and wiggled on me, dragging me around and around and up and down and everything just felt delicious, wet, and slippery sweet. "You on the pill?" I groaned. "Of course I'm on the pill! Why?" "Cause I'm gonna ... come..." And suddenly I wasn't a virgin anymore. My seed spewed out and she took it, grinding hard against me. I gripped her waist, tensed and came. She shivered with satisfaction and tapped on my stomach like a drummer, popping out a little tune from her lips and giggling when I thrust hard up into her. Apparently she'd done all this before. Having a guy explode inside her was nothing new. She got off, carefully, grabbed a towel from her laundry hamper and wiped us both down with it. Then she jumped back in bed, bent over and offered me her ass with a resounding smack. "Look lively, soldier. You ain't done yet." She had me take her from behind, and finally pulled me on top of her, letting me take control for the final stretch. Altogether, I came five times that first afternoon, sometimes deep inside her, with an ecstatic moan, sometimes she made me shoot it all over her, though there was not much left to offer. By the end of it, I'd pumped her full of so much semen it was leaking down her ass as the last fuck wound down to a dizzying halt. It was on her tits, her neck, and sprinkled around the bed as well. The whole room smelled thick with it. And that turned out to be only the beginning. Becky and I wound up steady dating for a good month or so, fucking at least twice a day the entire time. She gave me all the head I could have wanted, even going down on me occasionally when I wasn't even in the mood, if you can imagine that. She was all tits and ass and sweet little pussy though, with no brains, and once the sexual thrill fizzled out, we realized we couldn't stand each other. She wound up cheating on me with some guy at a party and that was all she wrote for our little romance. Becky taught me pretty much everything I knew about sex, until I met Charlotte that is, and I still have fond memories of her as well in spite of the bad ending. She used to come back to me for a good hard fucking now and then, and I always gave in to her, though I knew she was totally using me, even cheating on her new boyfriends with me once in a while. I had a few more girlfriends after her, and lots more sex, but no one was ever as intense and sexually needy as Rebecca was. Rebecca was the first girl ever to make me feel like my over-sized cock was a beautiful thing. I loved her for it, in spite of everything. But then I met Charlotte and Becky became little more than an anecdote in my memory. Now Charlotte and I would be making a homemade porno movie together, and I'd never been as excited about anything else my entire life. I laid in bed thinking about that little encounter with Sheila at the party while I was trying to come up with a way to proposition her for the director's chair of our homemade porno movie. My thoughts wandered to Carol, and Becky, and others, and then back to Charlotte. Then I was masturbating about it again, just trying to clear my head. I had no idea how I should approach Sheila about it, but if Charlotte was right, if Sheila had in fact been masturbating over me ever since that night we almost went all the way, then it would be as easy as slicing pie. The only question was how to bring it up with her? I figured my best chance was to get her alone at her house where she's comfortable and start getting really flirty with her. Then, when she was all wound up and aroused, I could break the news to her about Charlotte and our plan. This was my original idea anyway. The actual events turned out quite differently. ------- Chapter 12: The Return I called Sheila on the phone, just to say hi. Though I saw her at school every day, our friendship had cooled once again to a quick hello here and there. Sometimes just a nod as we passed each other in the halls. We chatted for quite a while. She was very happy to hear from me. "This is great talking to you like this, Ant. I miss you sometimes, you know." "Yeah. I wish it could be like the good old days—me and you running around the neighborhood climbing trees, digging holes, getting into all kinds of trouble." "Well that would be nice, but we're all grown up now. The only playing we would probably get into would me climbing your tree, and you digging into my hole." A sexual innuendo? That was a good sign. "I suppose you're right. We're definitely not little kids anymore. Our track record for time alone hasn't been very good." "Oh, well. These things happen. It gives us something to daydream about when we're lying alone in bed at night." Evidently she was in fact still daydreaming about me. Charlotte was right. That was another good sign. "We should get together again, She. I miss hanging out with you." "Well I'm busy tonight with my horde of male love slaves here, but tomorrow's good." "Horde of male love slaves?" "Just kidding. I'm babysitting." "Oh, cool. But tomorrow's good?" "Sure. Mom's going out with my aunt. They should be gone all night. It'll give us plenty of opportunity for tree-climbing and hole-digging." "Mostly I just wanna talk, She. Something important's come up and I wanted to run it by you." "Oh really? So if you showed up and I was wearing nothing but a sexy smirk, you'd be able to stick to casual conversation?" "Well I have matured quite a bit since our last encounter. I'm not so desperate these days." "I noticed, actually. But you never really had any reason to be desperate in the first place. You were just scared and excited, just like the rest of us." "Maybe. I don't know." There was a short pause. "So are you still hooked on porn or what?" I asked, hoping to bring the conversation around to the main point of the call. "Yup, and it's worse now too. I've got a whole trunk of magazines just like your dad, and a bunch of vids too. It's getting hard to hide them from my mom. I think she knows though. I go through so many towels down here it's ridiculous." "Shit you're gonna have to start making your own pornography eventually." "What do you mean?" "I don't know. Maybe the world will run out or something." "Yeah, right. That's not likely to happen anytime soon." "Well maybe the normal stuff just won't satisfy you any more." "Ah. I'm not hard to please. Just show me a nine-inch cock and a pair of dazzling blue eyes and I'm done in minutes." "You're talking like a guy now." "Well I would hope the guy would at least last more than a few minutes." Then I brought the conversation around to another topic. "So you must be still a virgin, I guess. You never mentioned anything, but I've seen you around school with a guy now and then." "I know it's pathetic. I'm like the only chick in school who hasn't lost it yet. I guess I just have other things to worry about." "Like your porn collection." "No, you asshole. Like school work, babysitting, drama club. I directed this year's school play. It was very time consuming, you know?" "That was you? It was really good!" "You didn't see me bowing with the cast?" "I think I left before the end of it. I had a date or something. Sorry." "Men." "Wow, so you're a director now?" "Surprise, surprise. It's amazing what a gal can accomplish when she's not running around fucking every single guy in school. Not mentioning any names." "Charlotte Lawsen, you mean?" "No comment." "Come on Sheila, Charlotte's not that bad. She gets around a bit but she hasn't fucked every single guy in school. She hasn't got the time." "Is that the only thing stopping her?" "You have issues with her?" "Not really. I'm just jealous I guess. She's like hot and sexy and popular and I'm just a drama geek. She gets to fuck anyone she wants and nobody holds it against her. Anyone else does that and they get called a whore. I fucking hate that. It's so unfair." "That's not Charlotte's fault though." "I know. But it doesn't stop me from being jealous of her." "Women." "I know. I'm lame. What can I say." "She's actually a very nice person once you get to know her. She's not all about fucking and sucking like some people think." "And how do you know? Have you gotten to get to know her?" I could picture Sheila cocking an eyebrow at me from over the phone line, and I knew what she was getting at. "Maybe..." "Oh my god! Not you too! But then again, I suppose she's the only chick in school who can really handle that monster of yours. She must have a pussy the size of an airplane hangar by now." "Um, not really. You'd be surprised." "Fuck me! You mean she's got a tight little pussy going for her too!? How can any of us compete?" "It's not a competition. There's enough going around for everyone. I'm actually surprised you haven't done anything with anyone yet." "Like I said, I'm too busy to worry about all that shit." "But you do worry about it, don't you? I can tell." She was silent for a moment, and then she changed the subject. "So you can come over tomorrow if you want." "I'll be there. Should I bring anything?" "Nah. Just come." "Well I have plenty of that." "Ha ha, funny man. That's not what I meant." "Okay. I'll leave it at home then." "Yeah. You'd better paint the ceiling with it before you get here. I don't want you all over me like a sailor on shore leave or anything. Lord knows how terribly irresistible I am." More of that cute Sheila Unger sarcasm. If it was sarcasm though, did that mean that she did want me all over her when I got there? I couldn't tell. She was very aloof in her tone, like she'd all but given up any hope of ever having a sex life. "You're pretty irresistible when you wanna be, Sheila." "Y'ain't so bad yerself, kid." "Thanks." "So I'll see you tomorrow then." "Sure." "I better go change my sheets." "You're funny, girl." We said our goodbyes and hung up. I went straight into the bedroom and took out the issue of Playboy I'd first looked at with Sheila. I'd moved it to a safe place under my mattress. I flipped through it for a while, reliving the memories of my encounters with her. It was very intense. Now it seemed we would finally be going all the way, if she was finally brave enough. She seemed like she was, judging by the way she was talking. But as I lay there thinking about finally having sex with Sheila, I began to miss Charlotte for some reason. It was fucked up. I hate being a teenager. ------- Chapter 13: Treasure Trunk Sheila met me at the door looking actually quite pretty. She had her hair down and she was even wearing makeup, which was unusual for her. My eyes widened and she immediately cautioned me about teasing her. "Don't even start, boy, or I'm going into the bathroom and washing all this junk off my face right now." "It's not junk. It looks really good. You should wear makeup more often." "Come on in," she said, dodging the compliment. I walked through the house we'd played in together for so many years, and couldn't believe how small everything seemed. It had literally been years since I'd been in there, and I'd grown halfway to manhood since then. Everything looked miniature compared to the way I remembered it. Sheila no longer had her little bedroom upstairs. That was now a spare room. She had set herself up downstairs. She had one corner of the basement sectioned off with dressers, a TV stand, and a computer desk. Her bed was in the corner, beneath posters of her favorite actors and movies. It looked exactly like a teenage girl bedroom, except the walls were covered in dark-brown paneling instead of pink paint. "Cool," I said. "You like?" "I like." "Well it's not much, but being way down here, it keeps my mom from hearing the wild orgies I have every night." "Right..." There was a shelf of videos in a corner next to her bed. They all had non-nondescript black cases and they were numbered from one to fourteen. Across from her bed, a TV, a VCR, and a DVD player. The remote control was on the night table beside her pillow. "Those must be the fuck flicks," I said, nodding toward the shelf. "Are you nuts!? As if I'd just leave them out on the shelf like that. My mom would kill me if she knew I had porn." "So where do you keep your collection of nasty smut?" "You dirty, dirty little boy. Is sex all you ever think about?" "You mean there's other stuff?" She just shook her head. She knew I was just joking though. "I keep them in a trunk under my bed, silly. I told you that. Don't you remember?" "Yeah I remember now. 'Just like my dad, ' you said. Very funny." She stooped down and pulled the trunk from under her bed. It was dark brown, the same color as the walls, and had a lock on it. She fished a key out of her shirt that she had hanging by a chain around her neck. Very cute. The lock popped open and she lifted the lid an inch or so. "Wait," she said. "Don't we normally do this kind of thing in an attic?" "Attic, basement—same thing." She lifted the lid the rest of the way and I saw an eight-by-ten portrait of myself sitting on top of the pile. It was an old picture. I'd given it to her almost two years before. "You keep a picture of me with your porn stash?" "A girl can dream, can't she?" Her face was reddening, and she swiped the photo to one side. "Here's what you really wanna see." Beneath the photo were stacks of porn magazines, a dozen or so novels, and just as many video tapes and DVDs. I was astounded. They were laid out in a very organized manner, completely different from the porn stash of the average guy. The other difference was the magazine pile included several issues of Playgirl, and various other women-oriented titles. "Where'd you get all this stuff?" "Here and there. I sent away for some of the magazines. I downloaded the vids, and I picked up the books out of used book stores here and there. I've thrown away at least twice as much as you see here. I don't keep the stuff that doesn't do anything for me. This is the cream of the crop." She picked up a Playgirl off the top of the pile and flipped it open. It was pretty much the same as Playboy, except the models were all well built and well hung men. Then she grabbed a racier mag and flipped over to a particular layout featuring a guy and two girls. The guy had a good nine-inches worth or erection aimed at one girl's mouth while the other tongued at his balls from underneath. He had deep blue eyes, a lot like mine. "Mmm," Sheila murmured appreciatively. "Now that's a man." "Give me a few years. I'll look just like him." "You already do, Ant. Better in some ways." I didn't know what to make of that compliment. I was not an egotistical guy. Having her compare me to a porn stud was somewhat intimidating. "Well I've definitely got as much dick." "That you do." She flipped over to the next page and the picture showed the man dipping the end of his cock into the opening of the girl's little pink snatch. My eyes bulged out of my head. "They actually show the whole enchilada now? Full penetration!?" "Yup. Things have come a long way since the 70's when your dad was buying porn. I don't know if it's better or worse now. Things were a lot more tantalizing back then, leaving you wanting more. Now they just stick it all in your face." Sheila turned a couple of more pages and I saw the guy had ejaculated into the girls' smiling faces. White streams of come oozed down their cheeks and there was even a drop of it on one girl's tongue. "No kidding," I said. "That's intense." "My favorites are the novels of course. They leave the most to your imagination. I like being teased. I like a good build-up before the release. It makes it so much more exciting." "Too much anticipation can be a bad thing, especially when there's no resolution." "You're telling me." Then she reached down near the bottom of the pile and fished out the exact issue of Playboy that I'd shown her in my attic, the same issue I now had stashed under my mattress. "Speaking of unresolved tension, recognize this?" I couldn't believe it. Where had she found that? It had to be worth a fortune. So rare! She answered my question before I asked it. "I got this from a garage sale some dirty old man was having. It was thrown in with a pile of other stuff so I slipped it in a box of old books and offered him $20 for the whole lot. He took it without question and the rest is history. I got a few naughty little books out of the deal too. The rest I just sold." There was a package of birth control pills on top of the pile as well. I noticed it after she pulled the old Playboy from the bottom of the pile. "I see you're adequately prepared now-a-days." "I've been on the pill pretty much since the week after that party. I vowed to myself that that would never hold me back again." It was almost certain now: I would be having sex with Sheila that night. I'd have had to be a dolt at that point to even question whether she was fully ready and willing to go all the way with me. But was she able? That remained to be seen. "My favorite is this movie where this dude name Douglas Devone does Juanna Laime. It's very hot. That guy is amazing." Wow! I couldn't believe she had a copy of one of Charlotte's mom's movies. It was almost too convenient. They were pretty famous though; it probably would have been weirder if she didn't have one. "I've heard of those two. They're very hot together, apparently." "Hot is an understatement. I get tingles just thinking about it. I soaked my panties at school the day after I first got this movie. He's just beautiful." Apparently Charlotte was not alone in her assessment of Doug. If only Sheila knew the whole truth. All of a sudden I began to feel the same twinge of jealousy I'd felt the other day when Charlotte was describing her encounter with Doug. I don't know why. Perhaps it's some weird male territoriality thing. I managed to shrug it off and refocus on the video she was showing me. The cover showed various scenes featuring Doug Devone, Juanna Laime (Charlotte's mom's stage name apparently) and various other women and men. I turned it over and looked at the back. There on the bottom was a small logo that read Copyright Lawsen Publications. Apparently Sheila hadn't noticed it though, or if she had, she hadn't put two-and-two together yet. "Wanna watch it?" Sheila suggested. "As long as you promise not to jump my bones in a fit of mad passionate lust." "Like you'd object." Sheila slid the disc into the DVD player, and skipped ahead to one of her favorite scenes. Some guy, Doug Devone apparently, once they showed his face, was fucking a well-stacked lady on a bed in what looked like a candle-lit bedroom. Soft music played in the background and the camera was slowly drifting to the right. It looked very nice. Very high-quality. Charlotte's mom was hotter than hell, I had to admit. She looked very much like her daughter too. I couldn't believe Sheila had never put the two of them together in her mind. But then again, why would she? The idea is just too fantastic. And there of course was Douglas Devone. In spite of myself, I could see the attraction these girls felt for him. He was strong, dark, and handsome and had a fierce look to his eyes that cried out with overflowing masculinity. Surely he could have any woman he wanted. I was jealous once again. He grabbed Juanna by the hips and lifted her ass right off the bed with barely the slightest effort. She squealed lustily at this and worked her sopping pelvis against his, meeting his every thrust with a swirling little bucking of her hips. Damn she was hot! How could he last so long? I'd have been coming long ago. Sheila spoke slowly when she finally broke the silence. Her voice was low and a little breathy. I was pretty sure she was extremely turned on by that point. I was too. "That's Douglas Devone there. He's playing this guy named Max Wilson, a troubled movie star. He's making love to Jessica Miller a fellow actress, played by Juanna Laime, in this scene, but his love really lies with his ex-wife who died in a car accident or something. Juanna is just comforting him apparently." "Comforting indeed." "You don't think that would be comfortable?" "Very comfortable." "Oh god, Max!" Juanna cried out. "Give it to me, baby! Make me come!" Now that was weird! I'd heard Charlotte's mom's voice over the phone a few times since I'd been seeing Charlotte, but now hearing that same voice from a porno actress was just too weird. It was almost surreal. It also occurred to me that Charlotte herself could have been involved in this particular scene, in the background somewhere. "I see you're enjoying the show," Sheila mumbled, glancing down at the bulge in my pants. I looked down at her crotch but saw only the fabric of her jeans. Her breasts looked a little more swollen than usual though. "Don't worry," she said, noticing my downward glance. "I soaked right through my panties already, and then some." "So you just sit around and watch these things all day, and look at pictures of me, wetting towel after towel down here like this?" "Pretty much. Although I do most of my deeper fantasizing with the porn case closed and locked up for the night." Her voice had softened even more and she was talking slower and more carefully. It was now simply a matter of bringing the situation around to sexual activity. "What fantasies would those be?" I asked, slowing down my tone to match hers. "Wouldn't you like to know?" "I would." Then the cumshot erupted on screen and I glanced back at the TV. "You really like this Doug Devone guy, huh? Would you do him?" "Nope," she said, without even thinking about it. "Really? Why not?" "I'm saving myself for someone special." My heart began beating rapidly at that point. Sheila wasn't even looking at me through this entire conversation, but I still felt like I was under a spotlight or something. There was just such an intense energy between us. Meanwhile Juanna was crying out in the throes of a deliciously wet orgasm, and we both sat, hypnotized by the forbidden fruit that played out on screen. "Someone special like who?" I asked. "Wouldn't you like to know," she said again. In spite of my now desperate lust, I suddenly felt very honored. It was amazing to think that she had been waiting for me all this time, fantasizing about me and dreaming of the day when we would finally go all the way. I had influenced this girl's sexuality from the time it was first born inside her, and she had some how set me up as some kind of idol in her mind, some grand ideal of sexuality. I felt honored by all this, and burning with lust for the girl sitting next to me, but at the same time I was still in the process of falling for Charlotte. I didn't really have emotional feelings for Sheila, and I had already decided that if she did have such feelings for me, I wouldn't do anything with her. I didn't want to use her. The porn movie had gotten us both very worked up though, and it would be a deep struggle to bail out now if need be. "So, we might actually end up doing something here," I said softly, still not looking at her. I was trembling a bit as I considered reaching out to touch her hand. "Climbing trees, digging holes," Sheila replied. She stared steadily at the TV screen, not looking into my eyes, apparently as overwhelmed as I was. How exactly do you put the moves on a life-long friend anyway? Where do you start? She took a nervous glance up at me when she noticed me staring. Then she looked away again. For a moment, I remembered her sitting up in the attic with her knees up to her chin, just staring at me with awe and wonder, still so young and innocent. She looked up at me again and this time she didn't look away. Neither did I. Now her eyes were deeper, more penetrating, as though she knew exactly what she wanted, and exactly how it might feel. "Maybe we end up going all the way this time. Then what? What's it gonna mean afterward?" She picked at some loose threads on the edge of her bedspread, wrapping them around her fingers and unwinding them, over and over again. "It'll mean I'm not a virgin anymore. It'll mean I'm finally resolved with what I started with you so long ago, and I can finally move on to fucking whoever I want without feeling like I'm betraying you somehow. It'll mean our friendship is even closer than we thought, to the point where we can go all the way and fuck, and still laugh and pal around the next day, as if nothing happened." "Sounds like you've really thought this through." "You have no idea, Ant." That's when we finally kissed. I couldn't wait anymore. I just dove at her, mouth first, and within moments we were wrestling around on her bed, kissing, fondling stroking and touching all over each other's bodies, while Douglas Devone got head from some cute little psychiatrist on the TV a few feet away. Sheila still had the corner of her bedspread tied around her finger and she had to shake it off before she could grab me around the neck and return my embrace. "I'm afraid you've got a bit of an oral fixation, Doctor," Douglas said. "In my professional opinion, I'd have to completely agree," the little cutie replied, and then went back to sucking his cock. Sheila reached up to the remote and clicked the mute button. The house fell silent for a moment, other than our heavy breathing and the creaking of her bed, so she clicked on her nightstand radio and the room was filled with soft music. Suddenly it was her taking the initiative. She rolled me onto my back on that little bed of hers and got on top of me, nestling her vulva against my bulging erection and giving it a grinding little wiggle. She stared down at me with a hungry little half-smile. Her eyes were all lust though and my cock throbbed against her at the sight of them. She bit her lower lip and dove down to kiss me some more. She had my shirt off and was kissing and licking my chest, getting me way too excited for my own good, and then she dropped a bomb on me. "Oh, god, Anthony. I wanna suck your cock so bad. I've wanted it for so long. Don't make me wait any more." She actually wanted it this time! That was a switch. She certainly had changed since I'd last been with her. But did she know what she was doing now? ------- Chapter 14: Spectator She began working my pants open with her trembling fingers, still frantically kissing me, and my cock flipped out and fell across my stomach. It was as hard as it could be, as was expected, and she immediately wrapped her hand around it, stroking it like a long lost pet who had finally come home. I don't need to tell you how nice that felt. I was already so worked up by the whole situation that I was almost feeling dizzy. She continued tugging my pants down and I lifted my ass to assist her. Then she looked down at my cock and let out an excited little sigh. Her hands were shaking a bit, but her face looked incredibly resolved. It was intense. She pulled my pants and underwear the rest of the way down and I kicked them away onto the floor. She even tugged off my socks one by one. I was now completely nude, wide open to her enthusiastic attention. Her hands slid all over my thighs and stomach for a moment and then finally settled on my privates once again. I grinned at her and nodded, as if to say I was all hers. Sheila took one last look into my eyes and then ducked her face down into my lap. I closed my eyes in anticipation and was not disappointed. I felt hot breath first, and then the soft wet kittenish licks of her tongue, up and down the length of me. Then she got even bolder and took long, slow, deliberate laps at it, sighing sweetly with trembling breath. I could only stammer out weak praise. My breath was snatched away before I could even speak by a sweet suckling kiss on the head of my manhood. "Wow ... That's so nice..." Then her tongue was on my scrotum and she tickled me down there for a few minutes. She'd waited so long for this moment; she was determined to explore every inch of me, take her time, and really wallow in the experience of it. I had no complaints. Her every little touch felt incredible. After a while though, I was getting more and more excited. I wanted to feel myself inside her mouth, to be pleasured fully, stroked deeply, sucked upon. My heart was pounding hard and I was beginning to moan a little. This made her moan as well, knowing that I was adoring what she was doing to me. She toyed with me a while more until I was just about ready to beg her to move on to suck on me for real. I think she knew exactly what she was doing though. When I opened my eyes to look down at her, I saw her watching me, studying my expression for clues and cues. There was apparently pleading in my eyes because when I looked at her like that, her eyes widened lustfully and she suddenly grabbed my dick and sucked it into her mouth all at once. There were no more preliminary licks or teasing little kisses, no more dilly-dallying. She took me straight into her hot wet mouth and the pleasure was immediate. Her tongue swirled and whipped all around me and her cheeks hollowed with suction as the head of my cock, and a few inches of the shaft disappeared into her adoring oral suction. "Ah god! Ah fuck, She..." It's a good thing I was lying down, because I got dizzy for real right then. I shut my eyes again and dropped my head back onto her pillow. I had barely enough strength to move. I reach up though, and stroke her face appreciatively with one hand as she bobbed lovingly up and down on me. "Ah, damn ... so awesome, girl." I half expected her to stop what she was doing to answer, but she simply hummed in agreement, with no interruption of her heavenly mouth work. Her hands worked the length of my cock and her mouth worked the end. Then she moved one hand down to tickle my scrotum, while the other stroked gratuitously up and down the exposed length of my shaft. Her mouth bobbed and sucked on me and she seemed to be enjoying what she was doing almost more than I was. The soft cooing and humming sounds she made, combined with the contented sighing she released had the tones of someone who had finally had a life-long dream come true. Then she sped up dramatically for some reason, catching me off guard with too much pleasure. She went from a slow bobbing and stroking, to a sharp jerking and almost frantic on and off suction and swirling. I was suddenly on the brink of orgasm, sooner than I'd expected. The overall stimulation was too much. "Hah ... ah, fuck ... Oh my gah ... I'm gonna cuh..." I opened my eyes again and rolled my head to one side in ecstasy. That's when I looked up and saw Sheila's mom standing at the bottom of the stairs staring at us with horrified shock. Her mouth was open in a gaping O shape; her eyes were wide. She saw me finally notice her there and our eyes locked, exchanging a shocked stare. Then I was suddenly coming in her daughter's mouth before I could stop myself. Sheila screamed into my cock when the first spurt shot out of me. She took it all without the slightest blush of shame. Sheila's mom looked down at my cock. There were oozing streams of come escaping out the sides of Sheila's mouth. I grunted and moaned. I could not stop what was happening though. "Aw god!" Sheila still hadn't noticed her there, and she thought I was simply reacting to the blow job. Her eyes were closed through my whole orgasm; she was reveling in the sweet sensuality of my hot creamy climax exploding up into her mouth. She continued bobbing away on me, slowly nodding her head up and down and sucking the last few drops from my healthy young cock. She was sucking hard too, and kinda growling at me, like I owed her more than I was giving. I just lay there in a panic, frozen like a frightened animal while I waited for her mother to burst into screaming at us. Her mother didn't scream however. She just mouthed the word "Wow!" at me, raised her eyebrows and quietly crept backward up the stairs. I made a face back at her as if to say "You mean you're not mad?" She simply grinned and me and made a shushing motion with her finger at her lips. Then she was gone as quietly as she'd appeared. My orgasm completed and Sheila bobbed and slurped up the last few stray dribbles. She pulled off me and sat up, finally releasing my swollen red cock from her slippery suction. She stared down at me with a load of my cum in her mouth. I saw her rolling it around and around in her mouth, across her tongue and back again, never breaking the gaze she held on my eyes. She swiped at the dribble on her chin and sucked that up too. The look of absolute contentment on her face was mesmerizing. "Mmm..." she murmured. "Good stuff?" I asked, still panting a bit. She nodded slowly, blinked slowly, and smiled slowly. Then she was swallowing it down with a gratified twinkle in her eye. She licked her lips as though she might find a bit more on there then bowed down to kiss my cock again. She kissed it lovingly, gratefully, and sensually. Then she crawled up my body, laid on top of me and looked into my astonished face from a few inches away. "Damn, that was crazy," I told her. She didn't reply. She just stared. Naturally she just assumed I was blown away to the point of being speechless. She had done an amazingly good job and she was proud of herself. She was totally oblivious to the fact that her mother had just witnessed her performance as well. Once it finally sunk in that we were not in trouble, that her mom was gonna be cool about it, I broke into a wide grin and lifted her face to mine and kissed her sweetly on the lips. "That was incredible..." "Well you waited long enough for it. I've owed you that for like four years now. Any complaints?" "What could I possibly have to complain about?" "I'm kinda fishing for accolades here, Ant. Please humor me. I've been waiting a long time for this moment too." "I guess it doesn't help to hear me say I'm speechless." "No, that helps. That's probably a better compliment than I could wish for. You're usually very eloquent." She was rubbing her pubic mound softly back and forth across my cock while we talked and my libido was slowly being refreshed by her female attention. I was about to pull her down onto the bed for our first fuck when all of a sudden we heard someone upstairs. "You're not serious!? Sheila? Right now?" "Shhhhh!" Sheila flinched in horror and leapt from the bed before I could even blink. "Oh my god! Mom's home!" She was trembling like a twelve year-old girl once again. "Cover up! Hide! Oh my god!" I was not as panicked as she was of course. I knew her mom wasn't mad. I just folded my hands behind my head and lay there grinning at her, amused by the panic she was going through. She'd been awesomely sucking my cock to a deliciously hot eruption a few moments before, and she'd swallowed it all like a champ. Now she'd completely lost her cool. It was kinda funny. She threw her blanket over me and slammed her secret sex trunk shut. She shoved it under the bed, along with my clothes that had been scattered all over the floor. "It's my mom and my aunt! If they come down here we're toast!" "Ah, I don't think your mom would mind so much if she caught us." "Are you nuts!? She'd kill us both!" "Are you sure?" I asked her, but she didn't have time to answer. "Sheila? We just stopped in to grab some gift certificates I left here. Are you okay? I heard some moaning down there." Sheila's aunt released a muffled giggle and Sheila pulled at her hair in renewed fright. "Oh my god! She heard you!" "She doesn't sound mad." Sheila began running around in little circles all in a panic. "Sheila, come up here and say hello to your aunt," her mom said. "You mean right now?" "Yes now. We're leaving right away." "You just go," I said. "I'll hide." I had no intention of actually hiding. Her mom already knew I was there. Sheila slapped at her face with her hands once again and hurried up the stairs, looking all flustered and hot, as though she had just given a guy some really excellent head or something. Lord only knew what her breath smelled like. I didn't hear their conversation, but they were gone for quiet a while. The scene on the TV played out and the credits started rolling. I noticed Charlotte's mom and dad's names roll by and once again was plunged into the strange reality of it. Soon I would be making a porno of my own. Sheila's mom came downstairs. I quickly adjusted the covers up to my shoulders and tried my best to pull down the tent my erection was making in them. Sheila's mom walked right up to the bed and looked down at me with her hands on her hips. "Well, well. Wasn't that an interesting sight? Little Anthony Mitchell is all grown up it seems." "Uh ... I guess there's no point in me trying to explain everything." I felt myself blushing a hot red. She looked like she was fighting to keep that serious look on her face. "No need to explain, young man. I know what I saw. Was this the first time for you two? Together I mean." "Yeah ... Well, we've done some stuff before, but this is the furthest we've ever gone. We just weren't really ready those other times, if you get what I mean." I confessed freely. There didn't seem to be much point in lying to her. I didn't think she'd believe me anyway. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Unger. I'll get my clothes and leave-" "No, no. No need for that. I'm not mad." "You're not?" "Not at all. Actually, I wanted to come down here and congratulate you. My daughter's been holding out for years waiting for some special guy to come along. I was beginning to worry about her. It's good to see she's as healthy as the next girl, and it's good to see she's doing this with a life-long friend who she trusts. I will be mad though if you break her heart, Anthony, or if you get her in any kind of trouble, if you know what I mean." "Yes, I know. I wouldn't do anything if I thought it wasn't safe. I've already turned her down once because of that." "She's safe now?" "Apparently, she's been on the pill for almost a year." "That little brat! She never tells me anything. Teenagers are so weird!" "It's not easy being a kid. I gather it's even worse being a young girl." "It's tough being a woman at any age, Anthony. I'm glad she's got you as a friend. I could use a friend like that myself." "Well, if you ever need to talk, you can talk to me I guess." She looked down at me for a moment, not speaking. I looked up at her, laying naked under a blanket with an erection poking up toward her. That's when her eyes ran down my body, stopping on the tent above my crotch. She released a quick sigh through her nose and dropped her hands from her hips. Then she scratched at her ear a bit and crossed her arms in front of her breasts. Then she dropped them to her sides again. "You guys are going to a show or something?" I said, trying to break the awkward silence that had descended for some reason. She seemed to snap out of her daze. "Yes we are. Anyway, you two kids have fun, and just remember, don't you dare hurt her. I saw that monster you're packin' there, boy. I must say, it's been a while since I've seen something so ... Um, well, she's still a virgin, so make sure you take your time." "I will. I promise." "Good boy." Sheila's mom stooped down to kiss me on the forehead and I could have sworn I felt her hand drop down and give my cock a bit of a friendly squeeze. It might have been my imagination though. I was still a little dizzy at that point. I watched her turn and walk away with a bit of a wiggle in her hips and I noticed for the first time that she was in mighty good shape for a woman her age. "Sheila, your boyfriend's waiting down here. You'd better get busy before he changes his mind!" Sheila's aunt let out a belly full of laughter and Sheila came scurrying down the stairs in a fit of mortal embarrassment. "Oh, my god! My mom came down here? I thought she went to the bathroom! Damn! Did she say anything to you?" "She just told me to fuck you gently, seeing as it's your first time and all." "She did not say that! Stop teasing! I'm fucking serious here. What did she say?" "Actually those were pretty much her exact words. You really need to open up and talk to her more. She's much cooler than you realize. I mean you heard her yourself, didn't you? 'Get down here and get busy before he changes his mind.' That was hilarious!" "She really said that? I didn't catch it. My aunt was standing there sucking on a pickle all provocative like and grinning at me like the cat who ate the canary. What the fuck is up with that? That was so weird." "Maybe they're not as dumb as you think they are. Maybe they know exactly what's going on down here. They were horny little teenage girls once too you know? I'm sure they sucked their share of teenaged boy cock when they were your age." "Obviously you don't know my mom!" "Maybe it's you that doesn't know her. I'm telling the truth, Sheila. She honestly said those things to me. She even gave me her blessing to go ahead and have my fun with you. She's just happy that you're safe and with someone you trust." Sheila just sat down on the bed and stared off into space for a moment, as though some new truth were trying to deflower her mind. "I definitely think you should talk to her about it later. She cares about you more than you think." "She really said those things?" "She really did. And what's more, you were so busy sucking that delicious little load out of me a while ago, you didn't even notice her standing there at the bottom of the stairs watching us." Sheila's face melted into an astonished expression of terror and shock. Now it was her turn to be speechless. I knew what she was thinking though, and I answered her question before she asked it. "Yes, it's true. I was pretty shocked myself, but she just stood there with an amazed look on her face, watching you suck that cum right out me, and swallowing it all. Then she just sort of tip-toed back upstairs and went to tell your aunt the big news. I guess that would explain the pickle joke." Sheila slowly tipped over like a falling statue and slumped down face first into the mattress. It was actually pretty funny. I patted her on the head, trying my best to comfort her, but I was pretty sure she would be in a state of shock for the entire night. Suddenly she started laughing though, chuckling at first and then outright bellowing laughter into the sheets. She sounded sorta like she was crying too though. It was weird. "What? What's so funny?" "My aunt," she said between gasps for air. "She told me we should go for a foot-long sub later. I had no idea why she would bring that up, but now that I think about it." Sheila grabbed my cock beneath the blankets. It was still as hard as ever. Then she broke down into more laughing. "Mom must have seen the size of this thing and told my aunt all about it. Oh, god. I'm so embarrassed! How am I ever gonna live this down?" "I guess you don't have to worry about being called Chicken-legs Sheila anymore. They'll be calling you Sheila the foot-long cock sucker from now on." "You're not a foot long. It's nine and half inches at best. Maybe ten if you really stretch it." I burst out laughing. Her tone of voice was pleading, like she was defending herself against the insult before it even came. "As if it makes any difference that I'm not an entire foot long. I'm close enough for the teasing you're gonna get from your aunt the rest of her life." Sheila let out a whimpering little laugh, knowing I was right. She was still clutching my cock as she did, and stroking it gently now too, without even realizing she was doing it apparently. It felt natural and sexy, like she owned it or something. It was stirring up quite a bit of arousal in me, driving me nuts just knowing I would soon be deep inside that giggling little body of hers. It was a good day to be me. ------- Chapter 15: Preparation I pulled her up to face me and kissed her, quick and sudden, silencing her sighing laughter, cutting off what she was about to say, showing her my deep and excited desire with my mouth. I'd surprised her and she tensed against me at first, but her resistance faded almost instantly. I laid her down on the bed beside me, still kissing her as I undressed her, beginning with her shirt and bra, and then moving down to her pants, underwear and socks. Soon we were completely nude together and she pulled the blanket over us. Our bodies pressed warmly into one another, safe and secure in her little bed. Her body had definitely developed further since I'd last been with her. She now had larger and fuller breasts. Not huge or anything, but enough to hold in the palm of your hand. I pulled and tweaked at the nipples with my fingers and she glanced down at herself, and then up at me again, as though realizing that she was actually going to be making love. She was in bed naked with a man, feeling about as excited as a young girl could. Her tummy had filled out as well the past year or so. She was no longer as stick thin as she had been. There was actually some flesh on her, and as I ran my hand down her body towards her pubic mound, her body tensed beneath my touch and I could see a nice little six-pack of abs beneath her cherubic deposits of female fat. It was very sexy. When my hand fell upon her feminine charms I found only smooth pink flesh beneath the delicate little tuft of blond moss that covered her pubic bone. Ladies shave themselves nice and neat these days, she'd told me once. She was hot and damp as well, flooded with hormones, and I swirled a finger tip around her swollen little clit, coaxing a little more from her. She responded beautifully. Her body tensed once again and her breath caught in her throat. She was biting her lip and moving her body in almost every place. I looked down at her with a sense of awe at the beauty of the female sexual response. It didn't matter who a girl was, how much, or how little experience she had, if she let herself go and enjoyed what was happening she was the picture of raw sensual beauty. She was not as aggressive or as deliberate in her reactions as Becky or Charlotte had been, but she was incredibly turned on nonetheless and that was gorgeous in my eyes. I reached down and tried to slide a finger inside her. She was wet and ready and I figured it would slip in easily, challenged only by a reactive little squeeze her pussy gave it. The sweet little apex of her femininity was literally made for penetration. Its very purpose was to sheathe a lover in a deeply intimate embrace and pleasure him, seeking to drain him of his precious seed. Though it had not yet received a man, it would know how, and respond accordingly to the gentle probing of my penetration. It was a sweet little miracle of nature in its wetness and warmth. This is what I thought would happen. I was wrong though. I tried to slide a finger in, but she suddenly tensed up all over as soon as I applied pressure to her opening. Her legs snapped shut and her hand grabbed my wrist. "Okay. Ow! What are you doing, Ant?" She looked at me like I was confused or something. Suddenly I was confused. "I was just trying to, um, finger you." "Okay, but you're gonna have to get through my cherry first, and I kinda figured you'd wanna do that with your dick." "Oh ... Oh! You mean it's right there, on the outside?" "Where did you think it would be?" "I kinda pictured like this membrane inside your vagina, like halfway in or something. I was gonna be careful not to break it." "Where did you ever get that idea?" "I don't know. I just- Well, how would I know? I don't have a vagina. And I've never been with a virgin before." "Take a look for yourself then. You can see it right there, covering the opening." I moved down and looked down at her little pink slit. She pulled herself open with her fingers and showed me. Sure enough there was this clear, almost transparent wall of skin blocking her hole, almost completely covering the opening, except for a little hole in it, near the top. "See it?" I poked it with my finger. It bent inward a little and she flinched. "Does that hurt?" "A little." "How strong is it?" "You could probably poke through it with your finger. Girls lose theirs by accident all the time. They're very fragile." I poked it again, more tenderly. It squeezed shut and her thighs flinched a bit, wanting to close. I almost shivered with intense lust, a burning desire to drive myself deep into that pretty little thing. It was so tiny, so pretty, so pink and pouty. So very wet too. "A finger is one thing, but my dick's a lot bigger. Are you gonna be okay?" "I have no idea. Honestly. I may scream like a B-movie murder victim. It may not hurt at all. I'm guessing it's probably gonna kill me though. Oh well." I poked at it again, wondering how easily my cock would pop right in to this tightly flinching little thing. I guessed it would not go in easily at all, but somehow that would make it even more delicious. I would have to force it in, jamming it right through her tender little cherry and thrusting hard to get it down into her crushing little squeeze. Yummy. This time I really did shudder with lust. She saw it, and gave me a nervous smile. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure it's gonna kill you. You're a brave girl." "It's gotta go sometime. Might as well be today. Might as well be you." "Thanks, She. I'll try to be as gentle as I can." Though I was excited, I had promised I would take it very slow. I moved back up to lay beside her on the bed and resumed kissing her. I continued caressing her sweet little vulva with my fingertips as well, dragging them back and forth across her, tickling her, teasing her gently, brushing past her clit every once in a while. She shivered and gasped at this, and began gyrating against my touch, moaning softly into my kiss, making my head spin. She was getting hotter and hotter by this point. Now it was time to blow her mind. I broke the kiss we were locked into and wandered over to lick and nibble at her ears. She turned her face to one side and panted excitedly at this fresh source of excitement. Then I began whispering to her, telling her what I was going to do. "I'm gonna lick you now, Sheila. I'm gonna bathe you with my tongue, sliding it all over you, up and down and all around until you feel like you can't even breathe. I'm gonna make you come. I'm gonna drive you wild. I'm gonna get you ready to receive my cock for the very first time, and I'm not gonna fuck you until you beg me to do it." She released a trembling sigh. "Show me, don't tell me." So I went down. Down, down, down, kissing and teasing her with my lips and tongue and brushing her all over her body with my fingertips as I made my way to her sexual center. Wake up, flesh! Her skin responded. Goosebumps rose up on her body and her muscles tensed and relaxed beneath my touches. Her breathing was shaky and uncertain, like a diver about to leap into an icy pool. She moved like a dancing flame though, wriggling and writhing under the sensuous tingles I was giving her. She opened her eyes and looked down at me. She looked dizzy, frightened, and intensely hungry, all at the same time. I kissed her all around her privates before moving in toward the apex. I licked and flickered at her with the tip of my tongue. I kissed her all over with my soft wet lips. I breathed out hot sighs onto her most sensitive parts. She was churning herself around on the bed with almost insane desire, wanting to be gratified completely, to have my mouth fully upon the center of her sex. I knew exactly how she felt; she had done the same thing to me. My ego made me avoid it though. She'd driven me half mad with her tickling little teasing when she'd gone down on me. Now it was time for a little revenge. "Muh ... huh ... ooh wuah..." she stammered. She was kissing and licking at the air above her face. I had no idea why, but she seemed lost in some trance. Her trembling little hands were on my head and I felt completely adored right then, with nothing more than a gently caressing tousle of my hair. But then she gripped my hair hard and yanked my mouth upward onto her clit, releasing a growling whimper when she did. My mouth found her sweetest spot and I pulled at it with my lips, catching her in a gentle tweak, and pulling on it until it tugged out of my grip with a slippery little pop. Her moans lifted to a new peak of intensity and she actually cried out loud with real female reaction for the first time and it nearly drove me mad with lust. I did it again and she cried out again. Nice! Then I wiped at it with my tongue, from its tip, up to its root, and she bucked upward into my face with desperate passion. "I can't stand it, Anthony. So much pleasure ... I'm so scared!" "Scared?" "I'm so scared..." "We don't have to do it. We can just kiss or whatever. I don't wanna hurt you." She shook her head. "It's not even about the pain. I don't care if you tear me right open. It's not about that. I just feel ... scared." "Of what?" "I don't know. But keep going. Don't stop. I have to do this. It has to be you. It has to be now, even if it kills me." "Well let's just try our best to enjoy it. Don't be scared, She. It'll be beautiful no matter what happens." "Okay." "I just want you to know that this is one of the most beautiful experiences of my life. I'll remember this forever, Sheila, and I'll never regret it as long as I live." "Any time I thought about losing my virginity, it was always your face I saw. Nothing else seemed right." "Thanks, She. That's awesome." "You deserve it. You taught me everything I know." That was all we said. I went back to licking her. They say the act of defloration is a mystical experience. Doctors have yet to find any physical purpose for the hymen in a young woman. It's just sort of there, confirming a girl's virginity, if she hasn't lost it accidentally. The beauty of defloration however is the spilling of her blood. It's like a blood contract with the man she chooses, the way people used to swear oaths of devotion to one another by their own blood. The man enters her, deflowers her, and her blood spills across his penis. They are then united in some sort of unspoken devotion to one another. Now I don't know if all this is true or not. People donate blood all the time and there's nothing particularly magical about it. It sure sounds beautiful when you think of it in a sexual context however. It's a shame that so many girls throw their virginity away to the first loser that comes along, when it could mean so much more when you think of it like this. I remembered hearing about this blood contract idea from a documentary on marriage rituals throughout the world. Now I was about to spill Sheila's blood, the source of her very life. She was about to share herself with me in the most intimate exchange possible between two people. I was inspired to start swearing oaths to her, but we were just friends after all. So I gave her my oath of intimate friendship instead. "Sheila, before we do this I just wanted to say that I'll love you deeply as an intimate friend my whole life. No matter where life takes me, no matter who I end up with, I'll always honor this moment we shared here in my heart. I promise I'll never lie to you or hurt you in any way. I promise to be a true friend always. This means so much to me." There was suddenly a puzzled look on her face, washing away the mask of heated lust that had been there a moment before. "You make it sound like we're getting married or something. It's just sex, Ant. I just want to be able to say I finally fucked someone, and I wanted that someone to be you. Don't go getting all emotional on me here." "I'm not getting all emotional. I don't mean to be all melodramatic about it, but it is a very deep thing to me. You only get one chance to pick your first lover. Every other guy you're with will be in my shadow after this, even your future husband." "I never thought of it that way, actually. That is pretty major." "Don't worry, I'm not getting all mushy on you or anything. I'm actually developing a pretty heavy crush on someone else, but I do want to do this with you, and I do want it to be special for us." "Well in that case, I promise to cherish this moment forever in my memory too, though I would have done it anyway. But for the sake of the moment, I'll make you this promise: I'll love you forever as an intimate friend, and hopefully an occasional lover." "Yes, I forgot about that. That would be nice." "Okay, can we do this now? I'm so fucking hot for it, I could scream." "Well if you're ready..." "I've been ready all year. I'll beg you if you want, but is that really necessary?" "No, actually I want to hear you beg. It turns me on." I grinned at her. She rolled her eyes and smiled back. "Men." But then her face changed and her voice shifted into sweet sexy desperation. She began writhing around on the bed as though she were dying or something. "Oh fuck, Ant. I want you so bad. Please put that beautiful cock in me. Make me a real woman. I can't wait any longer. I'm dying for it. Fuck me. I beg you to fuck me. I want it so bad." Then her face and voice returned to the way it had been a moment before, and her beautiful gyrations stilled. "How was that?" "Damn! You should be a porn star." My cock throbbed against her leg as though in agreement. "Well I am a drama geek after all." "The prettiest geek I've ever seen." "Oh stop. As if I'm the prettiest anything." I grabbed her wrists and pinned them behind her head, suddenly dark and aggressive and angry. "If I wanna call you the hottest fuckin' bitch on the planet right now, that's my choice. Don't fuckin' argue!" Her eyes flashed like lightning in the night. Her mouth sucked in a hot breath and she just nodded. "Holy fuck! You just made me so fucking wet right there." I pinned her wrists harder and looked deep into her eyes. "Good. Cause I'm gonna fuck you now." Then I kissed her and she released a weeping little moan into my mouth. ------- Chapter 16: Defloration I got up and positioned myself between her knees. She spread and lifted her legs, angling her sweet little privates up toward me, and I looked down on them with a lustful smile. Soon the little sheath, literally made for fucking, would be glutted with an excessive filling of cock. I grabbed a pillow and slid it under her ass, lifting her effortlessly the way Doug Devone had done to Charlotte's mom. Then I draped a towel over the pillow to keep it from staining, and lowered her once again so that her vulva was propped up comfortably, bravely facing my approach. I took my cock in my hand and began working it up and down her little crevice, wetting its head with her feminine excitement. She reached down and took hold of it, positioning it at her opening and for a moment we were both holding my cock, sharing it like a lovers' toy. "You ready?" "No more teasing," she answered. "Just do it." I pressed forward. It slipped between her inner lips, eased forward by the wetness. She released it to grab a hold of her thighs. We looked down, watching it go in. She was soaked down there and it would meet no resistance once the cherry was broken. I pressed forward into her and it stretched across my advance. She closed her eyes. Her mouth fell open. Her head dropped back onto the pillow. Her breathing quickened. Her legs were shaking. I began ever so gently stroking and stirring it back and forth along her slit, pressing it into her hymen a bit more with each forward thrust. It stretched wider and wider as more of my width moved into her with each pass. I pulled it up across her clit and pushed it down in again, wetting more of it with her copious female lubrication. It felt so nice being just barely inside her like that, like a sweet gentle kiss around the end of my cock. It tickled. Its warmth coaxed me inward. So far I'd only been working my cock gently into her, trying to get past her hymen with the least amount of pain possible. I think she knew this as well and she kept on urging me forward, impatient to experience the fullness of my sex. Finally I gave it one steady forward push and I felt the stringy little membrane I'd seen down there stretching and tearing, slowly, agonizingly, making her flinch with the strain of it. I cringed, hesitant, not wanting to hurt her. "Do it," she panted. "Just rip that little bitch already." "Ready?" I asked, still straining her cherry to the breaking point with a steady forward pressure. In answer, she pushed her pelvis hard against mine and the thing gave way once and for all. She cried out, but it was a subdued cry, more out of surprise than pain. I had expected her to scream out in agony, but she didn't. I think we were both a little surprised by that. I was instantly buried a good two inches inside her. I looked down at our connection and saw her struggling little hole wrapped tightly around the end of my cock. It seemed to be chewing on me a bit. There was no blood that I could see, but it was definitely in there, the first cock ever to be in that beautiful little place, the first anything for that matter. "Ah, fuck! Mmm! Ow, Anthony. Oh my god!" I decided the best thing to do would be to just push down to the bottom of her and complete the act. I pressed forward and her crushing grip tightened in resistance. She was wet as a bitch though, and I slid in smoothly in spite of her muscular reluctance. Her little pussy stretched wider as the thickest part of my shaft sunk in, and she panted like she was drowning or something, in between gasps and snatches of breath. "Owie-owie-owie-ow! Don't- I- ooh, stop! Anthony, please! Ow. Oh, stop..." I didn't stop. I pushed deeper and she yawned wider around me, taking me in. Her thighs kept closing against me and I would pull back a bit, massaging her gently until she relaxed again. Then I would advance some more until she stopped me again. I finally got to the bottom of her and she was crying beneath me, real sobs with real tears streaming down her face. I felt like a cruel son-of-a-bitch for enjoying it as much as I was, but damn did it ever feel wonderful being inside her hot spasming little pussy like that. "I'm so sorry, She. I don't want to hurt you." "It's okay. It's supposed to hurt, right?" "I guess." "It's all the way in. Holy fuck, that's fuckin' huge." The strain in her voice as she struggled to speak emphasized the truth of her words. The girl was in agony. It didn't hurt at all for me. It was beautifully tight and slippery inside, and it was still churning and chewing on me like a toothless mouth. It was gorgeous, even when I wasn't even moving. "My god, that feels so good," I said eventually. It was no longer a mere kiss around the end of my cock. The pleasure was now closer to that of a real fuck. "Are you okay?" "No. Not at all. But don't stop. I want you to finish ... come inside me." "What does it feel like?" The look on her face was pure agony and straining tension, like I'd knifed her or something and was twisting it around inside her. "It's ... Ah! ... feels like ... burning ... and tearing ... I can't even ... Ow!" "And you still want me to keep going!?" "Just go easy... 'kay?" "I'm sorry, Sheila. I wanted this to be wonderful for you." "The pain's just part of the experience, right?" "I guess." I pulled out a bit and looked down at our carnal connection. There was blood. It wasn't pouring out of her or anything, but it was smeared generously along the length of my manhood. Sheila looked down too and sucked in half a gasp, still shaking as she held onto my shoulders. Her voice was trembling, like a little girl who was winding down from a good cry. "I guess this means ... I'm a woman now, huh?" "It's official. Fun, huh?" "Well, you might as well go on ahead and get into it. There's no way this is gonna get any better the longer you wait." We smiled at one another, and kissed deeply, as though sealing the unspoken blood contract once and for all. Then she reached down to pull my pelvis forward. My cock slid in again, gliding through all the pleasures of her womanhood, inch by inch. I could feel every little texture of it moving along the length of my cock. I wanted to memorize the feel of it somehow. It was too wonderful to explain. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut again. Her teeth gnashed together, and her lips curled back in what looked like rage. My cock was fucking slowly in and out of her now and she could barely keep herself from throwing me off and running away screaming. Tears were flowing down her face and she looked absolutely beautiful to me. I went very slowly, trying to calm her with soft words, and gentle sighs, but nothing seemed to soothe her. The only time she relaxed even a little was when I pulled all the way out for a moment and let her rest a bit. Then I'd slide back in again, and her tightness strained again. Her entire being tensed against the pain, but she did not bar my advance. "I don't mean to sound selfish or anything, but are you gonna be long down there? This really kills." "Sorry. I'll try to be quick. I don't want to go fast though. I don't want to hurt you even worse." I worked myself all the way in again, and thrust even deeper into her, massaging myself into the pleasure of her with short in and out strokes, punishing her tightness with even more of my cock. She punched at me with the heel of her hand, and gnashed her teeth again, but then rubbed my arm in apology when she realized what she'd done. I didn't mind at all of course, considering how badly I was hurting her. I did want to finish up though, so I kissed her, and thrust a little more vigorously once more. She crushed my arms in an agonized grip and broke into weeping again. "I'm so sorry ... I just wanna finish, okay? I'm almost there." She nodded and relaxed her grip on my arms. Instead she moved her hands down to my ass and yanked me hard into her, crying out in a long shuddering sob as I banged down into her. Then she did it again. My god it was sexy. I would be coming very soon. "Ow, Anthony. Ow, it- Fuck me hard. Kill me with it. Yes! Ow-ooh my god!" I reached my hands around under her shoulders to embrace her while we made love. I kissed her deeply, stroking again, feeling the glorious pleasure of her vaginal sheath stretched tightly around my cock in a comfortably wet crush of hot slippery female flesh. I hit her again, massaging out the beginnings of an orgasm that seemed hesitant to arrive. Her body responded of its own accord, in spite of the pain, and she rocked her pelvis beneath me, sliding her hands all over my back as we panted into each other's ears, embracing cheek to cheek. It was a wonderfully intimate moment that passed by in the steady parade of sexual ecstasy. It was ecstasy for me anyway. She was still in utter agony having a nine-inch cock that was far too thick spearing in and out of her newly deflowered pussy. Her incredible wetness helped, but I still made her cringe and gasp in pain with every motion I made inside her. "How you feeling?" I asked, slowing the pace of my thrusts to a deep crawl. I was panting hard. I could barely speak. This seemed to relieve her a bit somehow, knowing how overwhelmed I was by her pleasure. I grunted in helpless ecstasy as she worked herself against me. The sweet tickling stroke of tight wet flesh along the length of me was delicious. She gasped in response as I hit the bottom of her again, and then she released a slow shaking whimper. "I feel ... so close..." she said. "You seem like you're dying though." "I am..." Her breath against my neck was hot and sensuous. Our naked bodies slid against each other, wet with sweat beneath the blanket, pressed tightly together in every place. She was dying beneath me, but she was moving in every possible way she could—her arms, her legs, her pelvis, her face kissing at mine as I ground myself in and out of her. I pulled my head backward and felt her lips upon my chest, kissing at me as she whimpered at the ache of even deeper penetration. "Yes ... kill me with it ... I wanna die..." So we fucked like that. It seemed to go on and on for ten minutes or more, maybe fifteen, maybe twenty even. Maybe it just felt like it was lasting forever because every little stroke I gave her made her flinch and gasp and cry out in pain. She worked with me though, moving herself around my thrusts, trying to enhance my ecstasy. The fact that she was in such pain though was making me lose my concentration. I didn't want to hurt her. I wasn't a selfish bastard. And yet I was. Every little motion in every little moment was ecstasy for me, and though she was burning up down there with the size of me and the vigor of my motions, I kept going. "You have to do something for me," I said to her, breathing heavily into her ear. "What, Ant?" "I can't seem to finish, knowing you're in so much pain. I need you to find some sort of pleasure in it somehow, or at least fake it." "Anthony, you obtuse motherfucker. Why do you think I haven't fuckin' thrown you across the room by now?" "What do you mean?" "I'm absolutely fucking loving this! It's so beautiful you've got me crying like a little bitch, every motion you make inside me is sweet burning agony that's killing me inside. But it's you! And that's fucking rocking my world." That did it for me. I was suddenly stirred to a brand new lust and I began ramming at her like an animal. Suddenly the orgasm was right there. Ah! So nice! Wonderful even! I fought with all my strength to hold my concentration on it, and she screamed out loud, a long loud cry that echoed all the way up to the attic. It was an agonized scream but her eager grinding motions against me betrayed some hint of hunger. Though it killed her, she kept sliding her deliciously squeezing pussy around my cock until finally I gave in, helpless to resist her charming little carnal massage. I fed that hunger with a delirious cry of my own. I gave a few final thrusts and poured down my release, shuddering from the very centre of my being. Her mouth opened and her scream was choked off by the surprising sensation of my spurting climax inside her. Evidently she could actually feel the semen spewing out into her after each thickening throb of my cock. "Guh! Uh! Ah! Oh gah ... Fuh..." I was knocked senseless by the sudden explosion of ecstasy, reduced to growling and grunting nonsensically into her ear as I crushed her body to mine, pouring myself out into her loving embrace. She trembled beneath me, milking my cock with gentle gyrations, driving me wild. She had never felt a man coming deep inside her, but evidently she desperately loved it. "Oh god ... I feel it ... so hot inside me." I snarled out in the dying of my strength, and finally collapsed onto her, still pumping out the last spurts of come onto her welcoming little cervix. She was still moving beneath me, though I had stopped altogether, and it took all my effort to keep from outright screaming. It felt so good. "Ah. Ah. Ahhh..." was all I could say. She was hugging me as tightly as her strength would allow and I could actually feel her heartbeat against my chest. We were both panting and covered in sweat, and every move we made was slippery and sensuous. We slowly relaxed and our breathing wound down to a slow panting. We just laid there in each other's arms like that for a very long time. Finally I sat up and slowly dragged my cock from the delicious suction of her oozing little hole. We both winced and gasped at the motion. It was an overripe tickle for me, and a dull stinging burn for her. Finally the end of my cock popped out, dragging a gooey flow of blood and semen with it. It flowed down her ass and soaked into the towel. Her pussy was an open wound, gaping as wide as the cock that had just enjoyed it, but soon shrinking back down to its virginal size again. "How's it look?" she asked me, cover her eyes with her forearm. "It looks messy. But amazingly sexy." I reached down and began mopping up the mess I'd made in the vigorous slaughter of her virginity. We didn't speak for a long time. I dabbed at her pussy with the towel until it seemed the last of the mess had oozed out of her. Then I wiped my cock clean as well, carefully trying not to drip any on her sheets. When it was done, I lay down beside her and we hugged in silence for another five minutes. Finally she spoke beside me. "I fucked Anthony Mitchell," she sighed. "No fucking kidding. Did you ever." "No really. You don't understand. I can say that now, and it's true. You don't know what that means to me." "You've been waiting a long time to be able to say that?" "It's been at least a year since I decided, once and for all, that I wouldn't fuck anyone else until after I've had you. But even before that, I always kinda knew it would be you, even before that day up in the attic. Now I've had you and I feel like I'm finally free." "I'm glad I could help. It was beautiful. Honestly. I can't even describe it." "You were everything I'd been dreaming of and more. It hurt more than I even imagined it would, and I was prepared for the absolute worst. Oh my god. I'm gonna be aching for days. But over all, I think that was exactly how I wanted my first time to be. Anyone else I fuck truly will be in your mighty shadow, my dear friend." "Thank you. I kinda wished you could have felt as beautiful as it was for me though. I felt so selfish being all alone in the ecstasy." "What does that matter? It was a wonderful experience just being with you. Maybe it'll be better next time, maybe I won't. It doesn't matter." "It matters to me." She snuggled herself up closer to me and began softly stroking my hair. "If all I wanted was an orgasm, Ant, I could do it myself anytime. That's not what's important." "I know that, but there is something extremely beautiful about sharing pleasure, both partners feeling the same ecstasy—real sex. If you thought this was beautiful the way it was, wait until you find yourself coming hard and deep with my cock buried to the very bottom of you." "That sounds pretty good, I admit. I guess what I really mean is that it's not important to me right now." "I know. You were amazing either way. It just would have been even more beautiful I think, if you weren't being brutally injured like that." "You gotta understand, Ant, the whole beauty of it, of the first time is the pain, the ripping, the tearing, the blood and agony. It's like being born." Wow. That was deep. And it sorta lined up with my blood contract philosophy too. So I guess it wasn't all bad. "You were pretty damn fuckin' sexy, She. Even though you were in agony. You still turned my brain to goo." "I couldn't have been that good. It was my first time." "Don't doubt yourself, She. You're way sexier than you realize." "Yeah, but you've been with the legendary Charlotte Lawsen. As if I even come close to measuring up to that." "Charlotte's more technically talented, I admit, but you were just as exciting, just as responsive, just as enthusiastic as she was, and in the end that's all that matters. Not to mention that fact that you braved the pain and let me finish, even though you were obviously in agony. That's so damn sexy I almost wanna cry." "You're gonna give me a big head." "You deserve all the praise I could possibly offer. More even." Her hands were sliding all over my body, relaxing me, caressing me, making me love being close to her like that. She reached down to fondle my cock once more. "I could really learn to love this little monster ... eventually." I was hard again, beneath her gentle touch. "Wanna go again, baby?" "You miserable sadist, you. Ask me again in a few weeks after the stitches have healed. You're a walking episiotomy, boy. Ouch!" "What's an episiotomy?" "You don't wanna know." "I'll just assume it's something good then." "Men." She rolled her eyes. I laughed. I gave her a kiss, a long, loving kiss, full of gratitude and satisfaction, trying to let her know how wonderful I thought she was. I think she got the message. "Well, maybe just a few days," she said. And then we kissed some more. I could have gone at least a half-dozen times that day, but I decided to honor her request for mercy. Perhaps she would favor me with another blow job before I left. Now it was time to bring the conversation around to the other reason I'd come to see her—to offer her the director's chair in our homemade porn movie. ------- Chapter 17: The Pitch "So how was that, compared to your favorite porn movies?" I asked, after a moment's thought, "It was real." Simple enough. "So are you cured of your porn addiction now that you've had the real thing?" "I don't know about that. I'll probably always love porn in some ways." "What do you like about it?" "I don't know. I like the stimulation of it mostly. It gets me all heated up and ready for a nice juicy round of masturbation. I like looking at the sexy guys, and learning from the way the girls do things. There's a lot of things I like about it I guess. Mostly that it's so raw and real and unapologetic. It's in your face, no shame. It's gorgeous. Well, there's a whole ton of useless crap out there, but when it's good, it's brilliant." "Would you ever want to make your own porn, as a director I mean?" "I've never thought about it actually. I doubt I'll ever get the chance, but I suppose hypothetically it might be a very intense experience. I wonder if directing porn would take all the thrill out of it though." "Maybe, until you saw the finished product." "Good point. That would be pretty cool." "I was told I should become a porn star. "Uh huh," she said with a smirk. "And who told you that?" "Someone who's in the business." "Really? You know someone in the porn business?" She didn't sound like she believed me. "Yup, and she said I'd make a good porn star." "She?" "Yeah, I was surprised too. I'd never thought about it until then." "Who told you that?" "Juanna Laime." "Yeah right! You know her?" "Well we haven't met in person, but I've talked to her on the phone." "No way. You're shitting me. How do you know her?" "Actually she lives right here in our city. Not too far away." "Okay, that's at least possible. But you actually knowing her? What kind of gullible little fool do you take me for?" There was a brief pause while I opened the bomb bay doors, readying myself to blow her away. "I slept with her daughter." "What!?" she gasped, sitting up now. "She has a daughter? Who is it? Do I know her?" I was grinning now. She was actually starting to believe me. "Yes, you do. She goes to our school." There was a long pause while her train of thought rifled through all the possibilities. All of a sudden her eyes widened and she grabbed me by the shoulders. "Charlotte Lawsen!" she screamed. "Charlotte is Juanna Laime's daughter!?" "Uh, huh. I'm surprised you didn't figure that out sooner. She looks just like her." "She does too. Oh my god!" Sheila snatched up the case for the porno movie we'd been watching and glared down at Juanna Laime as though seeing her for the first time. "Granted Juanna Laime is just a stage name. Her real name is Stephanie Lawsen, and she thinks I should become a porn star because of the way I fucked her daughter so good." "This is too much!" Sheila said. "You swear you're not bullshitting me?" "Look down at the bottom of the sleeve. There's a logo for Lawsen Publications down there. Her mom and dad own the company. They produced that film right in Charlotte's basement apparently. They've got a whole studio down there, fully equipped. Charlotte herself probably helped out with it. She's got a thing for Douglas Devone too apparently." "You knew this all along, and you didn't tell me!?" "Well it's kind of a family secret. Nobody's supposed to know about it, and you can't tell anyone either." "So why did you tell me!?" "We have no secrets, Sheila. You know that." "Charlotte Lawsen, the daughter of a porn star. It all makes sense now." "That's pretty much what I was thinking when she told me." "And Charlotte knows Doug Devone? Has she like, you know ... done him?" "Apparently they got a little frisky at one point, but nothing happened. She just gave him head and he felt her up and stuff." "You call that nothing!?" Sheila flopped backward onto the bed, covered her face with both hands and groaned. I don't know whether the groan was out of her disgust for men's flippant attitudes toward sex, or out of envy for Charlotte actually getting her little mitts onto the real Douglas Devone. It could have been either. "Well to hear Charlotte tell it, it didn't seem very major." "Well I suppose she gets to fuck hot sexy porn stars everyday, but- Wait. Don't answer that. She probably does." "Not really. Her daddy has a thing about that. This is why she sticks with teenage boys, boys like me." "And this is why she's the school slut!" Sheila said, like a detective who'd finally solved a great mystery. "It's why she's more casual about sex than other girls, but she does have rules, She. She's not a slut." Sheila rolled her eyes, dismissing my arguments as foolish semantics. "So she actually helps out with the making of these things?" "Apparently," I said. "Has she ever been in one!?" "Well no. Not yet, and here's the thing I wanted to talk to you about." "What, Anthony!?" she asked. She sat bolt upright and glared excitedly into my eyes. "What were you gonna talk to me about?" I think she was beginning to piece it all together by then. I couldn't tell if she was averse to the idea though. I paused a moment to choose my words. "Well Charlotte's dad won't let her perform in any of the movies he makes, not until she's eighteen, but she still wants to make one." "So she's gonna make one behind his back ... with you, and ... you want me to direct it or something, right?" I have to hand it to her. She's a sharp girl. "Yes, exactly. So what'd ya say?" Sheila flopped back down onto the bed again, still bare naked and she just lay there staring at the ceiling for the longest time. I waited for her to collect her thoughts and did not interrupt. When she spoke, she spoke slowly, as though speaking the thoughts as they came to her, one by one. "So you figured I'd be perfect for this, being an amateur director, and being an avid porn enthusiast, right?" "Yeah. That was our thinking." "You mean you and Charlotte picked me for this?" "Well I suggested you, and she agreed almost immediately. She was very excited." "I can't believe it! This is too much!" "You're not mad or anything, are you?" "Well, no. I'm just shocked. I never thought of myself as a porn director. Well I did day dream about it at times, especially when I was watching absolute crap, but I never thought I'd actually ever get a chance to really do it. I wouldn't know what to do!" "Charlotte knows enough for all three of us. She'll help you out, if you agree to do it that is." "Wow. This is amazing." Sheila looked like she was warming up to the idea. The situation looked promising. "You don't have to answer right away of course. Just sleep on it, maybe, and come over to Charlotte's house with me in a few days. We can talk about it some more." "So like, you'd be fucking Charlotte right in front of me, and I'd be directing you guys?" "That's pretty much how it works," I said. "You would also be helping with the final editing as well, when we're all done. Charlotte insists on doing a quality job of it." "I wouldn't actually be in a scene or anything?" "Not unless you wanted to, I suppose. We hadn't thought about that actually." "No way," she said. "I'd never measure up to Charlotte. I'd only embarrass myself." "I thought the exact same thing, but what the hell, I'm gonna go for it, just for the thrill of it." Sheila faded off into a day dream, and once again I quietly let her wander through it. I'm not sure exactly where her mind wandered to, but all of a sudden she grabbed me and pulled me onto of her. "Fuck me once more, Anthony. I'm suddenly fucked right up with horniness. I've got to have it." "Okay then," I said cheerfully. My erection returned within seconds. With her kissing me desperately and tugging on it, inches away from the fiery opening of her sweet little pussy, it never had a chance. I was soon fully erect once again and she guided it in. She was as hot and as tight as before, but it took a moment or two to work her up to the same state of copious wetness she had previously been in. I'd cleaned her up really well. Her wetness was flowing freely soon enough however, and I forced the happy little soldier back in for another delicious little fuck. Naturally I restrained myself from going as wild as I wanted to, she was still in a lot of pain, but she was loving it as well. I thrust in, working my way back down to the bottom of her, and then began fucking her with long and deep strokes, filling her to bursting, and then withdrawing once again. She panted and gasped and kicked her legs into the air. I just hung on to her waist, plunging in and out of her in deep sexy strokes that made us both shudder... It was great sex I must say—our first real fuck just for fucking's own sake. She coached me in it as well quite a bit, warning me when I was going too hard, or not hard enough, or too fast, or not deep enough, and after a while it almost sounded like she was directing me. "See you're a natural," I said. "Wha?" she panted lustily. "A natural porn director. Listen to yourself." "Oh shut up and fuck me," she said. So I did. This time, just for fun I pulled it out when I was done and came all over her tits. She squealed excitedly at the sight of it and began smearing it all over herself. What a sexy moment that was. She still had not climaxed herself, but neither of us worried about that. We just reveled into wanton sexiness of the moment. Then sweet little semi-innocent Sheila grabbed my cock and began wiping it across her lips and smearing its tip across her tongue. She opened her mouth and sucked me in with a happy little moan, jerking and slurping at my twitching rod until I shuddered weakly from the overwhelming pleasure. Then she released me and pressed it cutely to her cheek, like a cherished doll or something. "I'm telling you, I could really grow to love this thing," she said. "Let me know when the pain goes away. We'll have some real fun sex then." She was quite a sight, covered in come, with a great big cock against her face. I marveled at the change I'd seen in her that night. She had grown from a timid and cautious little girl up in the attic years ago, to a curious but hesitant teenager in the bedroom at the party the year before, to an active and willing lover who wanted nothing more than to please my cock and make me a happy young man. Mostly however, all philosophical musing aside, I was just happy to have had such awesome sex with her. She had been really good and was bound to get better. Not much else happened after that. She sent me upstairs to shower and then sent me home so she could take a long hot bath. I told her I would call her the next day and we parted with a very long and loving kiss. We broke the kiss and Sheila looked into my eyes. "Well I can't say I'm not very excited by this idea, Anthony. I'm just a little worried about what would happen if this video got into the wrong hands." "Charlotte and I talked about that as well. We decided that this is just gonna be for fun. We're not gonna show anyone the finished product. Charlotte can't afford to have her dad find out she's producing and starring in porn behind his back." "I can't imagine any father would be too thrilled about that, no matter how liberal they are." "Not to worry," I said. "We can trust her." "Anyone else involved?" Sheila asked. "Well Steve Henridge. We need him for the technical end of it. Lighting and audio and such." "Steve Henridge!? That little weasel? He'll rat us out the moment he comes in contact with another living human being." "Well that was what I thought too, but we do need the extra person, and between the two of us, I think we can keep him in line. If he rats, I'm gonna beat the living shit out of him, and Charlotte's gonna cut him off of her sexual favors." "Oh, I see what you're getting at. You're gonna blackmail him into cooperation. That might work actually, being the little weasel that he is." "He loves a piece of ass. That's for sure, and Charlotte's no run-of-the-mill piece of ass." "I can only imagine, with a mother like that." Then I changed the subject. "What are you gonna tell your mom? About tonight I mean." Sheila cinched her bath robe shut and stood there playing with the terrycloth belt for a moment. "I'm just gonna tell her the truth, I guess. It's about time we had a heart-to-heart mother-daughter talk. She is a lot cooler than I give her credit for I must admit. I just hope she isn't too jealous of me. She hasn't been with a man since this little fling she had with a guy from work about five years ago." "Well she's bound to be jealous on some level. She did see my cock plain as day while you were going down on me there. That's gotta be very intense for anyone." "Now you sound like you're bragging." "I don't mean to. I'm just saying. It's like what you said about your porno movies. Just looking at the big hard cocks gets you going, and your poor mother hasn't had any in five years." "I just hope she doesn't make a pass at you or something." I laughed that away dismissively, deciding not to mention the little squeeze her mom had given me through the blanket earlier. Sheila had enough to worry about. I kissed her one more time and headed home. It was pretty safe to say Sheila was more or less on board with the project, and I was pretty sure Steve was slowly being hooked into Charlotte's tantalizing charms. We had our cast and crew. The next step was to come up with some ideas for the premise of the scene. If it was going to be quality, a simple wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am suck and fuck wouldn't do. I began dreaming up scenarios as I drove home, and was still thinking about it long into the night, in between bouts of masturbation over both Sheila and Charlotte that is. ------- Chapter 18: Phone Call I called Charlotte late the next morning. Her mom answered. "Hello. Steph here. What can I do for you?" The sound of her voice sent shivers down my spine, and I was instantly filled with memories of the video I had seen. I could suddenly imagine that voice in the throes of passion, as she took a cum-shot across those puffy red lips of hers. "Hello?" she said again. I shook my head, snapping myself out of the daze. "Hi. This is Anthony. Is Charlotte available to talk?" I asked, trying my best to sound as polite as I could. "Oh, Anthony, how are you today, young man? Still crippling poor defenseless teenage girls with that monster cock of yours?" I blushed intensely at that comment. Not that she could see it of course. I decided there was no point in trying to play innocent or dumb. Stephanie was being direct, so I would have to be direct as well. "I was a bit rough on her, wasn't I? I couldn't seem to get enough of your daughter, Mrs. Lawsen. She's okay now?" "She's fine. The girl keeps herself in good shape. I'm not sure if she can come to the phone right now, though. She's upstairs with a gentleman caller at the moment." "Oh?" "Yeah, sorry. It seems she's already moved on to her next conquest, the little tramp. Some guy named Steve or something. You know him?" "Yes, I know him. He's in a couple of my classes." "Is he a good guy? He's not gonna disrespect my daughter or anything?" "I don't think she would be with anyone who would do that. She's a smart girl." "That's good. It's good that he's not a bad guy, and it's even better that you know that she's a smart girl. You seem to have a lot of respect for her, Anthony Mitchell." She knew my full name. Wow! I was impressed. "Yes, I do. How could I not? She's a wonderful girl." "It's good that you think so, because, just between you and me, I don't know if I've ever heard her talking more about a guy she's been with than she's talked about you. Don't tell her I told you or anything." "She's talked about me a lot, has she?" "Yes. She told me all about you the night she got home from your place. She says you're so smart, you're so much fun, and 'soooooooo sexy!' Those were her exact words. She said you almost made her cry at one point. Wow! Then the next day she was still going on and on about what a great guy you were. I've never seen her so giddy like that before. I don't think it's love or anything—she's upstairs with some other guy right now after all—but you definitely made an impact on her. I'll tell you that much." "Wow. I'm flattered. Just between you and me, Mrs. Lawsen-" "Stephanie. Call me Stephanie." "Just between you and me, Stephanie, I feel the exact same way about her. I had a wonderful time with her too. I was calling to see when we could get together again." "Do you want me to tell her to call you? Oh wait. They're coming down the stairs now. Charlotte, phone call for you." "Can you hold it for me? I gotta get a drink for Steve." "Sure thing, babe," she said. "So anyway Anthony, Charlotte was just raving about you when she got home. She's says you're hung like a stallion. Is this true?" "Mom!" Charlotte said in the background. "Stop!" "Well I don't know about a stallion. I am larger than average I suppose." "Come on, don't be modest. My little girl was limping when she got home. She could hardly walk you fucked her so good." "Mom!" Charlotte said once again, louder this time. "Is she talking about Anthony Mitchell?" Steve asked quietly. "Yes, I am," Stephanie said. "Anthony Mitchell, hung like a stallion, fucked my daughter a few nights back until she could hardly walk. You know him, Steve?" "Yeah. He's cool, I guess." "Oh, do I detect a hint of jealousy in your tone, Stevie? Now, now." "Mom!" Charlotte said again. Her tone was near exasperation. "Just teasing. Take it easy." "Is Steve turning red?" I asked. "You know he's jealous or upset when his face turns bright red." "Ah, I don't care. He's gone back upstairs already. You're way more interesting. Let's talk about you." Perhaps my foolish little ego was playing tricks on me, but I could have sworn there was a hint of flirtatiousness in her tone. "I'm sure Charlotte's already told you all the interesting parts." "She told me the skin of your cock is baby-soft, and smooth as silk, and an absolute wonder to have in your mouth." Now I was really blushing. I was developing said erection as well. "She also told about eight different girls on the phone the next day too. I'm sure you'll have some admirers come Monday morning." "So what's the deal with Steve then?" "I wouldn't worry about him, dear. She was with him last night too, and when she got home, all she could talk about was you. I think she's hooked, baby." "Can I have the phone now, mother?" Charlotte asked. "I was just keeping him warm for ya. Enjoy." "Okay, okay. Thank you. Go suck on dad or something!" My eyes almost popped out of my head when she said that. I could not believe how blunt she was with her mother. If I ever talked like that to my mom she'd have a heart attack. "Now that's an idea!" Stephanie said, and she faded away into the background humming some happy little melody to herself. I got the idea she was somewhat eccentric in real life. On screen she was cool as a cucumber though. It may have been just a weird mood she was in. "Hi there, Anthony. How's it going?" "You sound tired." "I am tired. I mean, I haven't even fucked this guy yet, and it's still exhausting! My brain is wrecked tryna deal with this guy. I've never actually played a guy like this, like with an ulterior motive. It's hard." "It's hard because you're a good person." "I suppose. This would be so much easier if I were an ice-cold bitch. I mean, I'm doing stuff with the guy, but I don't even want to. He's kind of a goofball. I actually have to pretend to be excited about being with him. I never had to pretend before." "That's because you've never been with anyone who you didn't want to be with before." "Tell me again why we need this guy?" "For the lighting and sound in our movie. Sheila can't handle it all." "So she's in?" Charlotte asked, switching to excitement once again. "She's in, alright. She's nervous, but she's excited about it at the same time." "So how'd ya break it to 'er?" "Well it's funny you should phrase it like that, because I'd just finished breaking her in so to speak, about ten minutes before." "Oh my god, no way! She was a virgin? She seems so cool." "She is cool. She just never found the right guy I guess." "So how was it? Was she hot in the sack or what?" Charlotte seemed genuinely interested. It was almost like talking to a guy for a moment there, dishing the morning-after details. "Well it was her first time, and she was in a lot of pain, but she still managed to be incredibly sexy about it." "Crazy girl! Why'd she pick you for her first? She shoulda gone with someone smaller!" "Well Sheila and I have a bit of history together. We've been friends since grade school. We used to mess around and stuff when we were younger, but it never went anywhere, until yesterday. I guess she just set me aside as the one who would be her first." "Well I can see how she picked you in that sense. You're such a great guy—a really good friend." I paused a moment. My tummy was feeling all mushy again—all nervous and silly, like there were ping pong balls bouncing around in there or something. What did she mean by that? Did she see me as 'just a friend'? "Well it all went well. Very memorable. Very sweet. We didn't get all emotional though. We're still just friends. In fact, she told me that now that she'd gotten me out of the way, she was free to sleep with all these guys she's had her eye on all this time." "That's so cool! I'm glad she's okay with what happened." "Well she was more than okay with it. If I hadn't done it, she would have just raped me or something, I think." "Sounds like fun..." Then she moved the phone away from her mouth and said, "Sorry, Steve. I gotta take this call. Just wait for me upstairs, sweetie. Be right up." I'd forgotten all about him for a moment there. "Well I won't keep you too long here. I just wanted to call and say hi." "No, please. Keep me. I've been with this guy all day and I'm feeling worn out. I need to talk to someone normal." I was somewhat reassured. She was looking to me for relief from the ordeal with Steve. "So does your mom know that I know about her background? She seemed really open with me, about sex and stuff." "Ah, she's like that with everyone. It's like I told ya, she's got nothing to hide. Half the world has seen her taking a load in the face and getting fucked in the ass by a twelve-inch cock or two. She doesn't pretend to be someone else. She's just who she is, take it or leave it." I could hear someone getting laid in the background all of a sudden. It sounded like Charlotte's mom, but I couldn't be sure. It was kind far-away sounding. "What's that?" I asked. "That, my dear, is the sound of Mrs. Stephanie Lawsen gettin' her rocks off with Mr. Ronald Lawsen." "So what, are they like in the next room from you or something?" "No, they're downstairs in the studio. We have an intercom system in the house though. You can hear everything going on down there at the touch of a button. It's kinda convenient I guess, but there's not much privacy with this thing up here. Dad heard me getting' laid down there one time, and he kicked my ass for fucking in the studio. That's a big no-no around here. I'm not sure why. I guess he's worried I'll get ideas in my head or something." "Wait a minute. Who were you fucking, if nobody knows about your family's business?" "I was with this guy name Henry. He's the son of one of the porn stars here—seventeen years old, nice looking, fairly big dick. He knows all about our business. He seduced me down there. He said, 'cause he wanted to know what if felt like to be 'part of the action'. I'm not sure what that meant. I guess he wanted to follow in his Daddy's footsteps or something. It was a pretty good fuck. I was just about near coming, but he beat me to it. He lasted only a few minutes in my sweet lil' cock socket, and he was shooting his jit all over my thighs and ass. It was nice, but it was not worth the trouble I got in. Dad came downstairs and threw the kid out the door by his hair, naked as a baby. His dad had to come pick him up like that. What a riot. I was grounded for two weeks though, with no phone privileges and no allowance." I was of course sitting there with a painfully hard cock listening to her tell this story, but I squirmed uncomfortably in my seat when she got to the consequences that came about in the end. If her dad threw this kid out in the street naked like that just for fucking he in the studio, what would he do to me for fucking his daughter in the same studio and filming the whole thing? I shuddered to think of it. "I guess we better not get caught then, or we'll really be toast." "Well they got a conference coming up next week. They should be gone from like Wednesday to Sunday. That's plenty of time, long as we get all the ground work done by Wednesday night." "Ground work?" "Yeah, you know. We've gotta plan the scenes, work out the shots and angles and such, write out some dialog. You know." "Of course. I was actually thinking about what kind of scene we could do. I didn't want to just toss off a wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am scene. I wanted it to be more meaningful, more intense." "So what'd ya come up with?" "I have an idea, about a girl who's got a split personality. One personality is wanton and slutty sort of, and the other is reserved and sensible. Trouble is both personalities are in love with the same guy, and they're fighting over him. They eventually make him choose, and he says he loves them both. So in the end she has to reconcile her two personas, so that he can have all of her. It's kind of a love story I guess." "Sounds cool. Only problem is, it might end up being too long. It sounds like a long, drawn-out struggle. Doesn't make for very good porn." "This is the thing though. The battles take place during the sex scenes. In one scene he's making love to the sweet innocent girl, while her sleazy side fights to get out, and in another scene he's fucking the wild, lusty side of her, while the sweet side is trying to gain back control." "That's very cool, Anthony. That actually would work, and it would be very cool to watch. Would take some acting though." "Yeah, I know it's hard for you to be sweet and innocent." "Ha, ha. Very funny. I can be as sweet and innocent as I want to. I've had to, to keep my daddy happy. He still thinks of me as his little girl in some ways, so I play up to him that way once in a while. He knows I'm puttin' him on, but he likes it. He's glad I'm healthy, and happy, and growing into a 'fine young woman', but deep down I think he misses the little baby girl I once was. It's so cute." "I had a feeling you were a daddy's girl at heart. Are you sure you really want to do this whole thing behind his back? You seem like you don't like dishonoring him." "Hell fuckin' yeah I wanna do it. I've been wanting to see myself getting' fucked on screen ever since you suggested it. I can't get the thought out of my head. My mom thinks I'm going nuts lately. I've been so giddy." "She was saying." "No, I'm not done yet, Stevie. Sorry to keep you waiting, but this call is somewhat important. Don't worry I'll make it worth your while." "Steve back again?" "Yup. He's gone again. I don't really feel bad makin' him wait. He's been here all damn day, and I was with him last night too. I need a break, but he won't leave. Oh well. I've got to at least try to be nice. I'm sure there's some good in him somewhere. I just have to find it." My respect for her was growing by the hour. Though she didn't really care for Steve, she didn't like not being nice to him either. She wasn't being two-faced. She was genuinely upset that they couldn't be better friends. "Don't worry. It'll all be over soon. Before you know it we'll be sitting around watching the finished version of our movie. It'll be awesome, Char." "Yeah, I really can't wait. It's been hard dealing with Steve, though. I get the feeling he thinks of me only as a piece of meat. All he thinks about is his own little dick. It's enough to drive ya nuts after a while, but I just keep smiling like a dumb little slut..." "How far have you gone with him? Does he know about the project yet?" "So far I've only given him a hand job, and stripped for him. I let him suck my tits too, but that's it. He's dying for it. It's really pathetic. I told him he's gotta be a good little boy. If he's breathes a word of it to anyone, he's cut off. So now I've just got to let him in on the whole Lawsen Publications thing, and then spring the plan on him. The biggest challenge will be telling him he can't be in it, I think." "You're doing wonderfully. I'm really sorry we had to bring him in on this. He's the only one I know who can work all that technical shit though, other than you, or your dad of course." "I don't even know how half that shit works. I can do the cameras, and the lights, but everything else is mumble-jumble to me. Wires here and there, plugs, switches, sockets—it's all nutty. I'd rather just watch the fucking." "And so you shall. I'll continue working out the details of the story I've got, and you continue with Steve. I told Sheila we would come over to your house for a brainstorming session. When are you free for that?" "Tonight's good," she said. "My parents are even gonna be gone for the evening." "I'm not sure if Sheila can make it. She's got this babysitting job. I'll find out, okay? If not we can do it tomorrow." "Tomorrow's good too, but my parents will be home." "And?" "And I was kinda hoping to fuck you again, silly. Can't you take a hint?" "Oh, sorry. I was just sort of assuming that if you wanted to do that your parents would be fine with it." "They would be, but I would wanna cut loose and just scream my pretty little head off every time you made me come. I don't think they'd be okay with that." "We can do it quietly can't we?" "Easy for you to say. You're not the one with a baseball bat of a cock up yer coochie." "I guess you've got a point there. Let me call Sheila and find out if she's free tonight. If not, maybe I'll come over anyway, just to see you. I've kinda missed you, pretty much constantly since that night at my place here." She was silent for a moment, then I heard a soft sigh. "You're so sweet, Anthony. Did I ever tell you that?" "Yes, a couple of times, but don't let that stop you from saying it again." "You're so sweet, Anthony, and I can't wait to get my mouth around that hot silky cock of yours once more. I've been drooling on myself every time I think of it. It's fucked up." "Is that all I am to you? Just a cock?" I said, with mock indignation. She laughed at me, and then she sighed again, almost sadly. "I wish..." I stared at the ceiling, from where I lay on the hallway carpet, pondering the various interpretations of that simple phrase. In the end, I wasn't sure what she'd meant by it, but I was certain it was something good. I had a sudden urge to start spouting off all kinds of emotional professions to her, but I instantly repressed them. I don't even know where they came from, I just suddenly felt all giddy, just talking to her. I didn't even want to get off the phone when she said goodbye. "So anyway, I'll letcha go. Give Sheila a call and lemmie know if she's good to go tonight. Otherwise I have you all to myself. Talk to you later, sweetie" "Wait, Char." "Yeah?" "I just wanted to tell you," I began. It was a good beginning, but I didn't really know what I just wanted to tell her. There was a pause that got awkward really quickly. "Yes... ?" "I just wanted to say, that I'm really excited about making this movie with you. It's like the most incredible thing I've done my whole life, but not just because of the movie, but because it's with you. I mean. I wouldn't want to do this with anyone else, even if I could." Charlotte was silent. This silence was even more intense for me than the last one. Finally she spoke. "I wouldn't either to be honest, and I don't think I'll ever do it again after we're done. I just wanna try it once with you. I trust you." I wanted to tell her how excited I was just talking with her. I was going all gooey in my brain, but I had to get a grip. I didn't want to freak her out or anything. We'd told each other we were just gonna play it cool and see how it goes. "Well, okay. I'll talk to you later, Char." "Yeah. Bye, Anthony." "Bye." "Bye." "Okay, bye." There was a pause, and we just listened to each other's breathing for a moment. "Why's it so hard hanging up when I'm talkin' to you?" "I don't know. It's silly, isn't it?" "Very silly. I'm all twirling the phone cord around my finger here and licking my lips every five seconds, and just wishin' I could see your face right now. Arhg!" I laughed, but it was more nervous than humorous. "Kay. Let's try this again. I got Steve waiting upstairs for me." "Yeah, too bad." "Bye, Anthony." I fucking love you Charlotte Lawsen! I'm fucked-up-in-the-head in love with you. You rock my world! Come on, just say it, you dumb bastard! "Okay. Bye, Charlotte. I'll come see you later either way, with or without Sheila, I mean." "Good. Kay, bye." "Bye." I slowly hung up the phone. For some reason it felt like I'd just disconnected my soul. I felt like I couldn't breathe all of a sudden. It was so weird. My hands felt all tingly and my head was a little dizzy, like I was taking in too much oxygen or something. I rolled over and rested my cheek on the phone. It was over for now, but I'd see her soon enough. All of her. At the same time however, beside my elation, there was a deep burning in my guts thinking about Steve Henridge with his paws all over her. It was not really jealousy, because deep down inside I knew she would rather be with me. So I just lay there on the floor, in a weird state of emotional drunkenness, not knowing which way was up when I had my eyes closed. Finally I got up and went to the kitchen. "You want something to eat, honey?" my mom asked. She was drinking a cup of coffee, eating slices of apple, and reading a book. "Not really," I said. My stomach was all full of butterflies. "Are you okay?" She looked at me with that sideways mom glance. "You've been acting funny lately." "Mom, I think I'm falling in love." Mom paused to reflect on this. She dropped her book into her lap and raised one eyebrow. "Well that would explain a lot. Who's the lucky girl?" "You haven't met her. She's a friend from school. We were paired up to study together, but now I'm crazy about her." "Does she feel the same way?" "I hope so." "You better hope so, or it's gonna be a pretty hard crash and burn for you." "Yeah..." She had a point there. If Charlotte didn't feel the same way, or if she changed her mind about her feelings in the end, I would be crushed. I hadn't felt this way about a girl since Becky and I first got together, but that was just puppy lust compared to this. (I say lust, because I don't even really know if it ever was love.) Nevertheless I was shaken back down to reality a bit. Mom was right. I was letting my feelings run away with me a bit. It was time to calm down. I didn't get a chance to calm down, however. After giving Sheila a quick call, and finding out she would not be home for a while, I foolishly opted to start sketching out the story line for our movie. The more I thought about Charlotte fighting with herself for my love, the more I began to realize that that might actually be an allegory of what was actually happening. The original idea was inspired by my dual attraction for both Sheila and Charlotte, having had them both within a couple of days of each other, I'd experienced the vast differences in their personalities. Now however, I began to wonder if the whole thing was more an allegory of Charlotte's fear of any commitment deeper than hot sweaty sex. The more I thought about it, the more excited and nervous I got. I was at the very door of her heart she had said, but I was unsure if there was a welcome mat beneath my feet. ------- Chapter 19: Apprehension "So how'd it go with your mom last night?" I asked Sheila. "Well she asked me the very same thing about you. Then she gave me this big lecture about being open and honest with her. I felt so bad. She was just about crying at one point, saying I had absolutely no reason to be distant with her and all that. With dad gone all we have is each other, she said. I didn't know what to make of it all." "Everything's okay now though?" "Yeah, we ended up laughing our asses off and my auntie's reaction. Apparently Aunt Tammy was all, "Damn it, if she doesn't fuck him, I will. I swear to god!" "Sounds like I'm becoming pretty popular." "Don't get a big head now." "So you dished all the dirty little details to your mom?" "Not everything. I told her we did it, and she asked how it was, and I just said it was nice." "'Nice'? Just 'nice'?" "Well what could I say? I'm not gonna sit there and tell my mom you fucked my sweet little ass off and I was in heaven the whole time, even though my crotch was like ripped in half." "Okay. I'm just glad you liked it. You had me scared there for a moment." "Ant, whatever little insecurities you've got going on over there, there's absolutely no need. You were amazing. I think my mom saw through my flippant little facade anyway. She knows I've been waiting a long time for this." I wasn't sure how to respond. I wasn't really feeling insecure or anything. I was just a little surprised at how aloof she seemed about the whole thing. I decided to change the subject. "So, Charlotte wants to get together tonight to go over the details of the movie. Are you free tonight?" "I'm free if you guys can come over here. I've got a couple kids I'm supposed to baby sit. They go to bed around 9 O'clock, so we should be okay after that." "Well we wouldn't exactly have your undivided attention, though. You can't exactly work out the details of a fuck scene with little kids around. Maybe we should pass, and do it some other time." Okay, I admit it. I really wanted to just be alone with Charlotte that night. So sue me. "Yeah, I guess so. Tomorrow's good, I guess." "Great we'll head over to Charlotte's tomorrow." "Cool," she said, but she sounded kind of distant. "What's wrong?" "Nothing. I'm just still getting used to the idea that I'm no longer a virgin. It's weird. I've had a sore crotch to remind me all day long, so it's a little hard to forget." "You're still in pain?" "Not really pain. It's more like a dull ache, like after you've had a work out or something. It's hard to explain." "Did you take a hot bath?" "Yeah. I sat in the bath for like an hour last night, and then I went to bed and slept for like thirteen hours. I haven't been able to even think about looking at my porn. Every time I do my privates start getting sore again. I should feel better by tomorrow I expect." "All the more reason to hold off until tomorrow with our production meeting. How are we gonna talk about doing our own porn, if you can't even look at someone else's?" "Yeah." "And once you start feeling better you can start fucking again. That'll cheer you up." "I suppose." "And then it's on to your list of male conquests." "Maybe. I'm probably gonna take it slow." She sounded so aloof. It was unlike her. She usually loved talking about sex. I guess she was just a little sore, and perhaps she was trying to avoid the subject. "Any regrets?" It was a valid morning-after question, though it was now late in the afternoon already. "Nope," she said, but she did not elaborate. I was left hanging again, feeling like this wasn't even the same Sheila Unger. "So everything's okay?" "Yeah. Sorry if I seem a little out of it. I'm just dealing with a lot of feelings and stuff. I thought I was ready for this whole experience, but I never realized there was a whole emotional side to it." "What do you mean?" "I guess in a way, I've been saying goodbye to little Chicken Legs Sheila, the scrawny little kid that I was deep down inside, up until yesterday. I'm not sure if you understand. I feel like I've lost a part of me somewhere. I don't know how to explain it." "Maybe you didn't really lose anything. Maybe you're just different. Maybe you just changed." "Maybe," she said. "I gotta go though. I'm gonna go get back in the bath again." "So you're sure there's no regrets." "I'm sure. Everything's gonna be okay. I just need to get through this little funk I'm in. It's not like the books you read. Real life is way different it turns out." "Yeah, I know what you mean." "Okay. I'll talk to you later." "She?" "Yeah?" "I just wanted to say that last night was really beautiful for me. I honestly feel like a part of me is more deeply in love with you than I ever have been before. It's like a friendship kind of love, though. I just feel like we're connected on a totally deep level somehow, like a part of you is with me now, wherever I go. Like I'm carrying you around with me in my heart." Sheila snickered. There was almost a tone of annoyance to it. "There you go again, getting all emotional on me." "Sorry. It's the truth though. I was just trying to cheer you up." "I appreciate what you're saying, Ant. Now's just not the right time to say it. That's all." "I understand. I'll let you go then." "Okay. Call me tomorrow and let me know what's going on." "Sure," I said. "See you." "Okay, bye." Then we hung up. I honestly was a little concerned for Sheila. Whatever she was going though, I knew it was major. She almost never got down like that. Not with me anyway. It was weird, and it was making me a little nervous and insecure. I decided to talk to Charlotte about it. She would have something insightful to say about the whole mess. Then, I realized how nice it was that I could talk to Charlotte about it. I could open up and share what's going on, and she would cheer me up. Just thinking about that comforted me a little. Then my guts began to go all gooey over Charlotte again. Man, I was really giving my system a workout. I hadn't even eaten yet and it was already four-thirty in the afternoon. I was absolutely not hungry though. Not in the slightest. Food was the furthest thing from my mind, though I realized at least technically that I should eat something, just for the sake of it, if not out of hunger. I couldn't though. I was too wound up. I found myself dialing Charlotte's number again, without even really thinking about it. "Stephanie Lawsen here. What can I do for you?" "Hi, Stephanie. It's Anthony." "Oh, Anthony. You sound a little down. What's wrong, my dear?" "You can tell just from one sentence?" "I'm usually pretty sharp when it comes to reading people." "I guess that's where Charlotte gets it from." "It sure is, Sweetie. So what's got you down?" "Well it's kind of a long story." "Give me the gist of it." "Well if you don't mind me putting it bluntly, I fucked a friend of mine, a girl I've known since childhood, and now things are feeling weird between us." "That's a tough one. I'd say just give it a few days and let her adjust to what's happened before you jump to any conclusions. Sex is a very emotional thing for young girls, Anthony. It's even worse when it's their first time." "It was her first time actually." "Oh, well there you go. That explains it. She's got all kinds of physical and emotional stuff going on right now. She should snap out of it in a day or so." "That's what she said." "So why are you worried about it?" "I don't know. I guess I just felt like she had regrets about it or something." "Well let me put it to you this way. You say you've known her all your life. So it's possible that she's been thinking about sleeping with you for some time now, otherwise she wouldn't have done it, right?" "Yeah, she admitted to that." "So she's doing all this thinking about you, and building it up in her mind as some wonderful, fantastic thing, and it is, in the moment, but then the morning after hits, she's all alone in her bed again, and all of a sudden she feels this big let down. The rush is gone, all the giddiness has faded, and there's just a lot of funny little aches and pains. She's just gotta figure it out, that's all." "That makes sense." "Of course it does." "So how much do I owe you, Doctor Lawsen?" Stephanie laughed out loud, and her laugh was beautiful. "No charge, this time. All I ask is that you give my daughter a nice deep fucking. She's been irritable and bitchy all day. I think she's due to have her pipes cleaned." "She's in a bad mood too? Uh-oh." "Not to worry. She gets like this once in a while. It's nothing a good orgasm or two won't cure. I get that way too, when Mr. Lawsen is away on business." "But then you could just call-" (I almost said 'one of those porn stars to service you' but at the last second I stopped myself. I wasn't sure if that was appropriate.) "-him on the phone or something, couldn't you?" "It's just not the same. When you're used to getting a steady supply of amazing sex, it's hard to do without, even for a few days." "I wouldn't know. I'm just always horny, but I don't get grouchy over it." "You will one day, once you get spoiled by a good woman." "I suppose so." "Anyway, it's a good time for you to hook up with Charlotte. Give her a good spoiling. She's been griping about this Steve guy all day, and I don't know why. If she can't stand him, why's she with him? She should just stick with you." It looks like I had mom's seal of approval. That was encouraging. "I was planning to get together with her tonight actually. That's why I called. "Great. Mr. Lawsen and I are going out at six. You two will have the place all to yourselves. Do a good job, and I'll fucking pay you tomorrow. She's been a little crabby-ass all day long." "I don't need to be paid. It's a privilege being with her." "You're so sweet, Anthony," Stephanie said. For a moment she sounded exactly like Charlotte. It was uncanny. "Thanks," I replied. "It's the honest truth though. Charlotte rocks my world." There was a pause, and for a moment I was wondering what Stephanie was thinking over there. I was sure it was something good. Having her mother's approval would help a little in Charlotte's struggle with whether or not it was safe to fall in love with me. Having her father's approval would help even more. She was a daddy's girl after all. I hadn't met Ronald Lawsen yet, though. "Here she comes now. Speak of the devil. Charlotte, telephone's for you." "Is it-" I imagined her gesturing to her mom about whether or not it was Steve calling. "Yeah, it's him." "Oh good. Just let me walk Steve to the door and I'll be right there." Steve was still there!? Uhg! "Well she sure seems glad to hear from you," Stephanie said. "You should have seen the look on her face." "Cool," I said. "The poor thing, I've never seen her so stressed out." "I'll take care of her for you. Don't worry." "I'm sure you will, Studly Doright. Just remember. Sometimes a gal just needs a little TLC. Don't be in too big a hurry to pound her like a meat tenderizer or anything." "I hear you. I'll be good." Then Stephanie dropped a bit of a bomb on me. "Has anyone ever told you you've got one hell of a sexy voice, Anthony?" My head just about popped like an over-inflated balloon right then. I had to take a couple of breaths before I could answer. "No. Do I?" "You do. You should get into the movies one day. I'm just getting shivers over here talking to you." "Oh, well thank you, Stephanie." Now I was self-conscious, thinking about how every little word I said sounded. "My daughter's a lucky gal." "Well If you ask me, it's me that's the lucky one. The more I think about her the more I feel like I just want to do nothing but take care of her, and make her world wonderful and all that mushy romantic stuff." The other end of the line was silent. "Hello?" I said. "Hi, Anthony." It was Charlotte. "Uh, how long have you been listening over there?" "Mom just handed me the phone, after she told you I was a lucky gal." "So then you heard that big speech of mine, then?" "Uh-huh," she said. "All I can say is, I need someone to make my world wonderful right about now. I feel awful." "What's wrong?" "I gave Steve head a few minutes ago." There was an odd silence between us when she said that. I felt an ugly feeling drop into my guts. I suddenly wanted to beat the shit out of Steve. I suddenly wanted to call the whole thing off. "I just feel awful about it, and I dunno why," Charlotte continued. "I've never not enjoyed giving head before. With him I just felt dirty. I had to go brush my teeth and rinse my mouth out for like ten minutes afterward. I even spit his stuff out in the sink. I never do that! What the hell is wrong with me? It's not like he's diseased or anything. He's just such an obnoxious little bastard about the whole thing! He makes me feel so used, like sex is dirty or something, and I'm the rag he used to clean himself up." She let out a long sigh, and I could hear the emotion in it. My heart went out to her once again. I just wanted to hold her and make her feel all better again. "We could call the whole thing off if you want. We don't need him. We can just do a lower-quality picture or something." "No way," she replied. "After all I've gone through. I'm not givin' up now. We're gonna go through with this, and I'm gonna love every minute of it. I owe it to myself after all this." There was a bit more cheer in her voice at this point, and I felt myself smiling with her. "Just please tell me you're coming over tonight," she said. "I almost forget what real loving is like." Loving? What an interesting choice of words. "I'll be there. Sheila's gonna be baby sitting tonight, but she can come over tomorrow." "Anthony," Charlotte said, after a short pause. "Will you please say something sweet to me? I need you to cheer me up." I thought about it for a moment. "I don't know what to say, Charlotte. I'm actually at a loss for words here. I mean there are a million things I could say, but it's all stuff you've heard before. I just can't think of anything I could say that would be worthy of you." "Just say anything." Her voice sounded sad again, like she was almost ready to cry. I got choked up myself a bit, and I decided to just fuck it all and throw caution to the wind once and for all. "I think I'm falling in love with you, Charlotte. No, wait. I know I'm falling in love with you. It's silly, and scary and I feel like I'm three feet thick over here, but I can't stop it. You are absolutely just the most amazing girl I've ever known, in every way—sexually, physically, your personality, your sense of humor. You're just like a treasure chest full of every wonderful thing I can imagine. I'm just so scared that you won't feel the same way, and that I'll have to give you up and watch you move on to some other guy once again. If you don't feel that way, that's okay. Don't feel bad. I'm just glad I got the chance to know you. I'm glad I got a chance to open up this treasure chest and look inside." "I thought we weren't gonna do this, Anthony," she said. There was a hint of excitement in her voice though. She didn't sound like she was too terribly averse to my proclamation. "I know," I replied. "It's been a crazy day, and I just wanted to get all this out of my head before my brain explodes or something. Sorry." "Don't be sorry. That's the most wonderful thing anyone's ever said to me." "You believe me though, right?" "Yes, and that makes it even more incredible." "But do you feel the same way?" I asked, cringing with anxiety as soon as the words were out of my mouth. "Honestly?" "Yes, honestly." "I don't know. I mean, I don't really know how to explain it. It's like every time I think of you I get all giddy, and everything I love about you goes dancing through my mind and I just feel like I wanna be with you 24 hours a day, but at the same time, there's like all this fear. It's like your on the other side of this big black door and I can feel all this love coming right through the door, but the door is scary, and I can't open it. I'm sorry. I'm rambling a bit, aren't I?" "Go ahead and ramble." "I mean I'd like to just open up and say, 'Anthony Mitchell, I love you. I've never felt like this with anyone else before.' It would feel so good if I could just open up and say that, but what would it mean? I'm Charlotte, the school slut. That's who I am, and I don't think I could go on being who I am, and be true to your love at the same time. It's all so confusing. This is all happening so fast." "Well don't worry about it, Char," I said. "I'm just venting here. Don't feel any pressure to say anything you don't mean. I mean, the silliest thing is, I'm falling in love with you, but I don't even feel like I'm worthy of you. You're just so amazing. You're like a dream." "There's that sweetness I love so much," she said, and then there was this shaky little sigh that you only hear when a girl is crying. I pressed my head to the wall and closed my eyes. Just listening to her breathing was ecstasy. "Trust me, Anthony," she said. "You're worthy. If anyone on earth is, you are, and if I ever do fall in love, it'll be with you. I'm just unsure right now, you know? I'm just scared." "I understand." "Let's just get this movie done. Let's just have fun being young and wild and fancy free, and we'll see how we feel afterwards, okay?" "Okay," I said. We agreed on a time for me to come over, and we managed to say goodbye fairly quickly, relative to our last conversation. I was no less messed up inside though. Now I was feeling shaky and weak, and ecstatic and horrified all at the same time. I just stumbled up to my bed and lay down with my face in the pillows for a very long time. ------- Chapter 20: The Pass "I'm going out, mom. I don't know how long I'll be, so don't wait up." "Are you going to see this girl of yours?" "Yeah. Wish me luck." "Hmmm," she said with some reservation. She was probably hoping I wouldn't get lucky. That's a mom for you. "Take care of yourself, little man." "I will." Then I was out the door. I knew where Charlotte's house was having dropped her off there that one time, but it had been at night. Seeing her house during the day was quite a surprise. It was huge. It was a mansion really, with a huge yard. There was a curved driveway, and three different sports cars parked in front of the garage. I felt rather self-conscious pulling my dinky little truck in beside one of them. I rang the doorbell and waited, shifting my weight from one foot to the other. I had my fingers tucked into the pockets of my pants and my shoulders were somewhat hunched when the door opened. "Hello," a handsome-looking man said. "You must be Anthony." "Yes," I said, turning to face him. "I'm here to see Charlotte." "I'm Ron Lawsen, her father," he said, extending his hand to shake mine. He had the crushing grip of a businessman, and I felt self-conscious once again, giving him only a limp little squeeze back. He was a powerful-looking man, and I could see why Charlotte respected him, and why even Doug Devone honored him behind his back. I wouldn't ever want to be on his bad side. Suddenly Stephanie appeared behind him. I froze up a bit when I saw her. She was a truly beautiful and amazingly sexy-looking woman. I imagined that Charlotte would one day look that good as she matured over the years. It wasn't so much her looks that dazzled me, it was her presence. I'm not sure how to explain it. She just seemed larger than the space she filled in front of me somehow. She had a big, bright smile and dazzling eyes that seemed to be absorbing the sight of me, rather than just looking at me. I suddenly felt a lot younger than I actually was. "So this is what you look like, my boy. He's as sexy as Charlotte said he is. Oh my goodness. Come on in, Anthony." She stepped out to meet me, put her arm around behind me, and guided me into the house. Her hand went to my butt and gave it a little pat. "Charlotte's been sleeping ever since Steve left. You can go on up and see her if you want." "Or I can get you a drink, Anthony. What'll it be?" Ronald offered. "We've just finished supper too, if you'd like a bite to eat," Stephanie added. Their hospitality was almost overwhelming for an average Joe like me. "Actually, if Charlotte hasn't eaten yet, Maybe I can take a plate of food up to her. She must be ravenous by now." Stephanie and Ronald looked at one another for a moment, and then smiled at me. "Good thinking, Anthony," Ronald said. "If you'll excuse me, I've got to get ready. We'll be going soon. Help yourself to anything in the kitchen, and tell Charlotte I said to be good. She'll know what that means." "Will do, Mr. Lawsen," I said. Ronald wandered away into the house somewhere and Stephanie took me by the arm into the kitchen. "I've gotta say, I'm quite impressed, Anthony." "How so?" "Offering to take some food up to Char like that—you scored some big points with her daddy, let me tell you. Most guys that come in here looking for her have only one thing on their minds. They think they're being so subtle but we can see right through them." "A horny teenage boy is not hard to spot," I said. Stephanie lifted a glass of wine from the counter and sipped at it. She crossed one arm across her stomach and dangled the glass from her outstretched fingertips in her other hand. "Don't get me started about horny teenage boys," she said. She let out a little purring noise that seemed to suggest she had a thing for younger flesh. I raised my eyebrows inquisitively and she lowered her glass, locking eyes with me. "There's something about young boys that just makes me a little gooey down there, if you don't mind me being blunt with you." "I don't mind," I said. She picked up a carrot stick and began sucking on it, not in an overtly sexual way or anything, but just enough to catch my eye and hold it there at her lips. "I'm happy with Ron and everything," she said, glancing over her shoulder to be sure he wasn't there, "but let's just say if I could fuck a hot young stud like you every now and then my sex life would be perfect." "Really?" I said. Suddenly I felt like I was under a spotlight, cornered like an escaping convict or something. Her gaze was intense, and her presence seemed to fill the whole room. "Yes, really. I don't get a chance that often though. Charlotte scoops 'em up and wears 'em out before I can get anywhere near 'em. That lucky little bitch gets to have all the fun. Then she tortures me by telling me all about it when she's done." I simply stared at her lips as she spoke, transfixed by the sheen of wetness that appeared each time she licked them. "You remember our deal, don't you?" she asked. "What deal was that?" Out of the blue Stephanie grabbed my cock through the front of my pants. I jumped a little but she held on. "You promised to take care of Charlotte for me, with this delectable little thing." She was stroking it aggressively and it began to harden. I was freaking out, worried that her husband would walk in at any moment. I glanced this way and that, but was too cowed to pull away from her. I can't say that it didn't feel very nice being grabbed by an actual porn star like that, but I was too terrified at the time to really enjoy it. "Um, yeah," I said. My voice cracked like a dorky little teenager. "I'm gonna take care of her, real nice." "You don't think I'm being to forward here, do you Anthony?" "No, I'm just a little worried-" "My husband will catch us?" "Yeah." "That's what makes it even sexier, don't you think?" "If you say so," I replied. "I don't entirely feel right about this." She ran her tongue along my earlobe, from bottom to top and I shivered violently, still trying to squirm away from her. Quite frankly I would have been in heaven if it weren't for my feelings of fear of Mr. Lawsen, and betrayal of Charlotte. Stephanie was doing some very magical things to my responsive young physique. I could feel her hot wet lips close softly around my earlobe and her teeth gave it a little nibble. Damn! "It does feel nice though," I added, feeling my resolve weaken a little. I wanted to grab her and hold her against myself but I resisted. "Good," Stephanie replied. Then she smile wickedly. "I can see why Charlotte was limping when she got home the other night. This thing is huge. Yum, yum. It almost makes me wish I was sixteen again. I would fight Charlotte for a chance at you. I hope you punished the lucky little slut with this thing. Did it hurt her, taking this monster of yours deep inside?" "I guess so, after about the sixth time." "Six times!?" she said, with widened eyes, and a squeeze on my cock. "You naughty little boy! I haven't gone six times in one day since I was twenty-four years old. You think you could do me six times in a day?" "I suppose so," I stammered. I honestly doubted I could ever be man enough for her, if it ever came down to that. She seemed to think I would be though. She was running her fingers through my hair with one hand and unzipping my pants with the other. Her mouth was inches from the side of my neck and I could feel her hot moist breath cooling the kiss she'd given my ear. "I'll bet you could. I would ride you like I was in a rodeo, baby, over and over again, and you would just keep fucking me all day and all night, wouldn't you?" Then her fingertips finally touched the naked flesh of my cock and I managed to twist my pelvis away from her. I backed up against the kitchen counter, feeling intensely awkward and uneasy. "Where you going, big boy?" she said with a sexy little pout, as if I had her favorite toy and I wasn't sharing. Stephanie stepped right up in my face again. She lifted one smooth, well-shaped leg onto the counter with all the grace and agility of a gymnast. She thrust her pelvis toward my strangled cock, and leaned in with her lips about an inch away from mine, gripping the front of my shirt in both hands. I swallowed hard, feeling like a trapped rabbit. She was wearing a tight black spandex dress, and the hemline rode up to her hip with the motion of her leg, exposing her privates to my excited gaze. She was not wearing panties. Her neatly shaven vulva was nearly touching my painfully throbbing bulge. If my cock were to slip out from my open zipper it would poke right into her hot little crevice. I shook my head and looked away towards the door, where I thought Ronald might come in any moment. "What do you say, Anthony? Could you go for an older lady like me? Just once, for fun? What do you say?" She was rocking her pelvis up and down in front of my crotch and I could feel the heat of her arousal right through my clothing. She began dabbing wet little kisses onto the side of my neck and I twisted and turned, trying to pull away from her. Her mouth was everywhere though. There was no escape. Did she really want to have sex with me right then and there, with her husband in the next room? I know she was a porn star, but surely she had some limits. This was insane! I couldn't believe this was even happening. The woman barely knew me, beyond the couple of times we'd talked on the phone. It was all so confusing. My head was getting dizzy and my mouth filled with cotton, or so it seemed. "Why don't you just bend me over this counter here, big boy, and slide that hot little thing up in me for a few minutes while nobody's lookin'. Come on, sweetheart. I'm dripping wet just thinking about it. I may be an older gal, but I'm nice and tight. I promise you, you'll love it, especially with a nice big cock like that. You'll stretch me real good. Would you like that?" "No doubt I would like it, very much," I said. "But-" She lowered her leg from the counter and turned around. Then she tugged her skirt up and showed me her naked ass. It was as incredible as Charlotte's—round, and firm, with a slight jiggle when she moved. "Grab my ass," she said. "Feel it. You could have this hot little thing bouncing up and down on your cock. Would you like that?" I didn't grab her ass but I stared at it. She gave it a little slap for me, and I flinched a little at the sharp snapping sound her hand made against her flesh. There was a voluptuous jiggle and a little pink handprint appeared. "Ooh, yeah. Look at that," she said. "And then there's my tits—round, firm globes, all nice and bouncy for you as I ride up and down your cock. You like?" She stretched her top down, pulling the elastic fabric down below them. She pressed them together and upward toward me. They were magnificent, natural D's at least. I was no expert or anything though. Her areolas were maroon in color, swollen and inviting, and her nipples stood proudly upon them, pointing up at me, eagerly hoping to be suckled "You want to suck on them, Anthony?" she offered. Then she looked behind herself once again, checking if the coast was clear. It was. All I had to do was lean forward and pull one of those nipples into my hot wet little mouth and I could suck on them with wild abandon, like a starving little baby. My god they were lovely. Then she closed her eyes, arched her back, and thrust them out at me even more, saying, "If you fuck me real nice I'll let you come on them. I'll let you make a hot sticky little teenage boy mess all over them. What do you say? You wanna lay me, Anthony?" I caught the little subtext she had thrown out to me, indirectly quoting her professional name in that last sentence. For a moment I wondered once again if she knew that I knew her background. Charlotte never did tell me when I asked her. I wondered if perhaps she knew that I knew, and was using that to tempt me even more into surrendering to her seduction. Did I want to lay her? That was the question. Was it safe? Would Ronald walk in and throttle the life out of me? Stephanie seemed to think it was safe, and I supposed she would know. I came to the conclusion that I could safely fuck her hot little ass off and come all over her deliciously bouncing tits right there and then, if I chose to, and it would be utterly amazing. But did I want to though? I thought about it carefully, as carefully as I could in that situation, for what seemed like a long time. Then I replied. "I don't know, Mrs., uh, Stephanie. I don't think that would be right. I mean if it wasn't for Charlotte, and uh, Mr. Lawsen, I would really, really love to. Really! You're absolutely stunning, and I'm sure it would be every bit as wonderful as you say it would, and even more so, but I don't want to hurt anyone. I gotta say no. I'm so sorry." "Are you sure, Anthony? I can suck that beautiful cock of yours right now and no one would ever have to know. Please let me put my mouth all over it. Let me taste it, just once. It will just be our little secret. Come on. Are you really gonna say no to me?" She gave me probably the sexiest wink I've ever seen and my knees shook a bit. If it weren't for my hands holding onto the counter behind me I might have fallen down. That wink was almost the straw that broke the camel's back. I almost gave in. I almost had sex Stephanie Lawsen right then. Somewhere in her eyes I saw Charlotte looking out at me though, and I came to my senses, just in time. She was trying to fish my cock out again, and would have it inside her somewhere before I could muster the strength to resist. I saw Charlotte in her eyes though, and I pushed her hand away. "I can't, Mrs. Lawsen. It wouldn't be right. I'm sorry." I gave her a bit of a push away from me and she stared at me with a mixture of frustration, shock, and a little bit of wonder, as though I had amazed her somehow. Then she smiled, nodded, gave me a peck on the cheek, and backed away. She adjusted her dress, tucking her boobs back in and covering her ass and upper thighs once again. Then she straightened my hair a bit, tucked my shirt back in, and zipped up my pants. She seemed almost motherly all of a sudden. "You are truly a wonderful young man," she told me. "You're gonna make our little girl very happy." At the very same moment Ronald Lawsen came strolling in. He went straight to the fridge and got himself a drink. I was shaking badly and obviously flustered, but he didn't seem to notice. "How'd he do, Steph?" he asked. "He actually passed," she said with a little bit of awe. "He passed? Really!? Are you sure you poured it on thick?" "I was so sexy I was turning myself on, but he passed." "Passed?" I asked. "Passed what?" "You passed the pass," Ron said. "Steph makes a pass at all of Charlotte's boyfriends like that. Don't worry, she wasn't serious. It was just a test, and so far you're the only one who's ever passed, although that Steve guy fainted so he doesn't count." "Congratulations," Stephanie said. "Every other guy was all over me, trying to fuck me right here on the counter, and I didn't even try as hard with them. Some of them even came in their pants. You're a sweet kid though. Very respectable." Then Ron walked up and offered me another handshake. I took it hesitantly, still a little shocked. "I see you obviously have tremendous respect for me, my wife, and my little girl. Any man who can say no to Stephanie has got to be exceptional. Hell, she's been known to turn a gay guy straight now and then." "You joker. That's not true," Stephanie said, giving his arm a little slap. I believed it though. I was shaken down to my very core, and I had no idea how I was able to resist all that. I must really love Charlotte. "Anyway," Ron said. "You have permission to date my daughter. Though she pretty much dates whoever she wants regardless of my approval, so what I mean to say is, you have my blessing to date my daughter." Then he kissed his wife and walked out. Stephanie watched him leave and then turned back to me. "Just between you and me, Anthony," she said in a hushed tone, "that was only partly an act. From what my daughter's told me, you're an amazing lover. I'm actually a little sorry you said no." "You really would have done me right here on the counter?" I asked. "I would have," she said, with so much certainty it almost made me change my mind again, "but it would have proven you don't really respect Charlotte, so it's a good thing you resisted. It takes quite a bit to earn my husband's approval. You're the first one of Charlotte's boyfriends ever to do it." She gave me another pat on the ass and then she was gone too. I've got to say I was never so confused, aroused, and flattered. I felt honored as well. I'd won Ron's approval. ------- Chapter 21: Expression The Lawsens moved through the house, gathering up a few things they needed for wherever it was they were going, and then they headed out the door, arm-in-arm. Stephanie gave me another happy little wave, as if to say, "Have fun fucking our little girl." Then they were gone. I unzipped my pants after they drove away and let my cock hang out in the open air for a couple of minutes, trying to relieve some of the pressure of having such a raging erection confined in a relatively tight space. It had been literally painful. I didn't masturbate or anything, though. I knew I had the sexiest girl alive waiting for me upstairs, and she would take care of me more than adequately. After a few minutes, when my hard-on softened a little I put it away and washed my hands in the kitchen sink. The food laid out across the counter between the kitchen and dining area was somewhat of a mini-banquet. I had trouble believing that they made this much supper just for the three of them, but then I saw a pamphlet for Meals by Montague, Deluxe Catering Service. Wow. They must have ordered in. I picked up a platter from the dining room table and loaded it with all sorts of delicacies, enough for both of us to pick at all night long. I also took a couple of bottles of some exotic-looking fruit beverage from the fridge, the same one Ronald had pulled out of there. I set all of it onto a tray and then I headed upstairs to search out Charlotte's room. I only looked in three rooms before I found Charlottes, but they were huge. I looked into the first bedroom, obviously the Lawsens'. The ceiling must have been fifteen feet high at least, and the entire wall was one big window, except for a strip of solid wall in the middle where the bed was. There was a fireplace and a mini bar and a huge canopy bed. There was a plasma television on the wall and a set of home theater speakers on each post of the bed. It looked amazingly luxurious. Everything was black marble and white paint, with chocolate-colored trimming. There were even his and her walk-in closets. I was astonished. The next room was a bathroom. There was a toilet, a bidet, and a truly king-sized bathtub. At least I think it was a bathtub, it might have been a hot tub or something. It looked big enough for at least two people. There were stairs leading up to it, as though the queen herself bathed in there. The ceiling was high in here too and it almost didn't even look like a bathroom. It looked more like a cathedral of hygiene. There were windows up to the ceiling in here too, but the glass was translucent brick shapes, stacked up from the floor to the ceiling. The entire wall opposite the bath tub was one long mirror from front to back. It went from the top of the counter all the way to the ceiling. The room looked huge. There was another room down the hall, but I heard soft music coming from the door to the left of the bathroom. I decided to check that one out first. Sure enough, there was a beautiful girl asleep on a gigantic princess bed in the middle of the room—Charlotte. Charlotte's room was all white and pastel pink, with cathedral ceilings and a four-poster canopy bed. It had streaming reams of see-through fabric flowing down on all sides. She also had a plasma TV and a home theater system build into her bed, but the speakers were white, matching her bedposts. There was soft instrumental music playing out of them that seemed to set the mood perfectly for sleeping, some sort of slow melodic saxophone number with a light string section in the background. It was very soothing, and it added that extra bit of ambiance to the whole scene. She had shelves full of books on one wall and her own little walk-in closet on the other wall. Her windows also went up to the ceiling as well, but there were heavy blinds covering them, rendering the room almost completely dark, except for the soft lighting that shone down from the dimmer-lamps along the walls. She had no posters on her walls, like Sheila did, but there was a map of the world, and a chart of the constellations. That was kind of interesting. I also noticed there was a patio door in the corner, which Mr. and Mrs. Lawsen didn't have. Out on the balcony, between the slats of the partly closed vertical blinds, I could see a high-powered telescope pointed up at the sky. Charlotte's desk was cluttered with mirrors, makeup, and school books, the same ones I had on my desk at home, and they looked kind of strange in such luxurious surroundings. Then of course the centerpiece, the brightest jewel of the room was Charlotte herself. She was sleeping on the bed, under the soft lights of the room and she looked angelic. I walked up quietly and set the tray of food down on her bedside table. I parted the translucent pink satiny curtains that streamed down from the framework above the bed, and sat down beside her. I just sat there for the longest time staring at her, listening to the music, and watching her sleep. Now that I could see her face, her hair, her lips, her gentle breathing on the bed before me, I realized once and for all that no matter how sexy Stephanie had been, Charlotte was worth passing her up for. I was suddenly terrified of being so close to her, of the feelings that were racing through me just sitting next to her, close enough to reach out and touch her. I was terrified, but at the same time, I was ecstatic. She was so beautiful it made me ache. Everything inside me felt gooey and giddy and messy. I felt the way a man might feel if he'd just found out he was nearly killed but narrowly escaped, and didn't even notice—terror and elation and gratitude. Mix a whole lot of humility and unworthiness into that, and that's pretty much how I felt, except it had nothing to do with nearly being killed. It was more just simple fear that this might all end badly if I put my heart on the line. But like a man who's nearly been killed, there wasn't a damn whole lot I could do about it. Yup. I was definitely falling in love, and in spite of everything that might go horribly wrong with it, it felt fucking awesome. I lifted a pad of paper from the table on her bedside. She had written on it in swirly little girlish writing: Anthony Mitchell. If this wasn't real love, I wouldn't be so scared. ???!!!???!!!??? It was short and simple, but it said it all. I lifted the pen from the table and I turned the page over: Girl on a Bed A clear and shining Jewel on the petal of a pure peach-colored flower, drifting precariously on an uncertain stream above the sparkling ripples that carry her courageously to unknown ends - She loves me... The depth below is scary though. One slip and she could fall under, lost, beyond my reach forever, leaving an empty petal, drifting down the stream alone - She loves me not... A. J. M. It was a poem about how beautiful she looked, laying there with a somewhat worried look on her face as she slept. It was also about being a teenager in love, and not knowing what will happen tomorrow. I made it up on the spot and was somewhat proud of it. I put the pen down and put the pad back where it had been then I laid down on the bed beside her, resting my head on my arm, and waiting for her to wake up. I wanted to kiss her, but she was like a beautiful picture before me, in a still and unmoving repose of quiet beauty. I had the same sort of feelings I used to get looking at pictures in erotic magazines—a combination of deep down desperate desire, mingled with a sense of great unworthiness. She was not a picture though. She was real. She sighed in her sleep when I reached out to stroke her forearm. I pulled her hand gently to my lips and kissed it. Finally her eyes fluttered open. She did not speak. She just stared at me kissing her hand and I stared back at her. She was smiling. "I thought I was dreaming for a moment there." I shook my head. It was not a dream, though it felt like one. "How long you been lyin' there?" she asked. "I dunno." "I'm glad you're here..." "Hungry?" "Just sleepy." "I brought some food." "Feed me..." She closed her eyes and opened her mouth. She looked chillingly gorgeous like that. I badly wanted to smother her with kisses, but I decided that watching her sweet little mouth eating from my very hand would be wonderful enough. I reached up and selected a slice of carrot from the plate. I dipped it in a bit of sauce and brought it to her lips. She took a little nibble, and opened her eyes once again. There was a smile in her gaze as she looked steadfastly into mine. She took another bite, and I offered her a cherry tomato. She bit into it and some juice dribbled from her lips. I wiped it away with my thumb and gave her the other half of the tomato. "Thirsty?" "Uh-huh." I opened one of the bottles and brought it to her lips. She sipped at it, closing her eyes once again, breaking her gaze into mine. Then I offered her some lightly roasted mashed potatoes on the ends of two fingers. She licked them away and paused to suck gently on my fingers as well. I gave her some more. She took another nibble and then I tasted them as well, finally feeling the hunger I had managed to ignore all day. We ate together like that until we were both content. Then I wiped her mouth with a cloth napkin and lay down beside her again. We stared at each other, sharing her pillow, silently enjoying the passing moments as we wandered through our thoughts. The music continued, surrounding us in a blanket of serenity. She reached out to touch my cheek, and then she closed her eyes, like she'd wandered into a thought that was too intense for her. If this wasn't real love, I wouldn't be so scared... She opened her eyes again and we just stared in silence some more. Part of me wanted to talk to her, to ramble on about how wonderful she was, but another part of me felt like I didn't need to say anything at all. I could see in her eyes that she already knew I was absolutely adoring her. Finally I leaned forward and kissed her. She closed her eyes, and I closed mine. Our lips touched and I tasted her sweetness. Her tongue touched mine, very gently, very wet, and I swooned a little inside. We barely even moved in the kiss. We just held our mouths together as though they were communicating with one another by merely touching. I'd never had a more wonderful kiss. Finally we broke away and we just held each other. My cheek was against hers and I could hear her breathing in my ear. I could feel her heartbeat beneath my fingers on her neck. She was real. She was so soft and warm. "I want to say it, Anthony. I really do." "It's okay. You don't have to." "I really want to though." "If you really feel it, saying it should be the most natural thing in the world." "All I know is, I never felt so close to anyone in my entire life. I never had a boy feed me, taking care of me like you do. No one ever touched me like you touch me. I never heard someone say so much without even talking. It's like, you're..." She trailed off, at a loss for words I suppose. I don't blame her. I could barely speak myself. "Well when you do say it, it will be all the more special." "For both of us." "Yeah." Then we kissed again and in the kiss she reached down and began undressing me. I undressed her as well. It wasn't frantic and passionate as it had been before. It was slow and sensuous, as though simply undressing each other was part of the actual love making itself, one of the many pleasures, and not simply the preparation. "I want you to make love to me. I wanna feel it again. I've been thinking about it ever since that night and I can't get it out of my head. It was beyond physical. I don't know how to describe it." "It was transcendent." "Trans-whatilly?" "Um ... high above everything else ... heavenly." "Yeah. I think this is why I'm so messed up, about Steve and everything. I realize Steve isn't really much different than any of these other guys I been with. He's a little rough around the edges, but he's no worse than anyone else. It's me that's changed. Now that I have something to compare all these guys to, straight raunchy sex with Steve just seems crude somehow. Ya messed me up, Anthony Mitchell, but I can't say I don't like it." "I feel pretty messed myself." We were naked now, and though I was dying to love her, I had a better idea. I looked down at the curves and contours of her naked form, and I had only one thought in my mind. "What? Why you lookin' at me like that?" she asked, covering her face with her hands. "I wanna bathe you." "What? Bathe me? Why?" She looked like she was probably thinking I wanted to wash Steve off of her or something, like she was somehow not good enough for me yet, but that was the furthest thing from my mind. "You're a work of art, Char. I just wanna pour warm water over you and rub you all over with a wet cloth, and wash your hair and your feet—every part of you. I want to adore every inch of you. Can I?" "Okay," she said. Her smile was beaming now. Her blush was a sweet and shining glow. "I'll go fill the bath. You wait here." I went into the bathroom on shaky legs and began filling it with warm sudsy water. It was a big tub and it was taking a while to fill. I saw a small dish of soft white powder with a wooden scoop in it. I lifted it to my nose and smelled it. It was some sort of milk-bath solution the ladies of the house apparently used, so I added a couple of scoops to the water. Finally the tub was full, almost to the top and I turned the taps off. Then I wandered back into Charlotte's room. She was sitting there reading my poem with one knuckle in her mouth, and her other hand on her cheek. The writing tablet was on the blanket across her lap. Her breasts were covered by her hair, and I thought she might look amazing on my bedroom wall sitting like that in a picture. She looked up at me. Her eyes were wet with tears but she wasn't crying. She just looked helplessly bewildered. I stood there naked in the doorway, and she beckoned me toward her. I walked up to the foot of her bed. She set the paper aside and crawled sensuously down toward me. I moved to pick her up but she brushed my hands aside, instead reaching to grab a hold of my cock, and before I knew what was happening she sucked it into her hot little mouth, slowly and deeply, as though it were the icon of love itself. Her eyes looked up at me, shining with joyful tears. She wanted to pleasure me. I could see it on her face. She wanted it with all her heart. I lifted my hand to grip her bedpost. My knees went weak; my cock hardened in the slithering grip of her sweet oral suction. She whimpered and sighed sweetly, giving me love with her mouth. My cock throbbed inside the ecstasy, and she moaned, adding sweet vibrations to the liquid massage. I was too delirious to speak. I wanted to tell her how wonderful she was, but I couldn't. I just looked down at her and watched her work, listening to her noises, and feeling the blissful lubricity of her mouth, lips, and tongue swirling and sucking slowly all over my cock. I realized something in that instant that blew my mind. I realized that though she was unable to speak the words, she was showing me her love by her actions. I could see her love for me. I could feel it. It was so obvious. It was more powerful than any words could ever express. I shook, and then I climaxed, filling her mouth with my male essence with a weeping sigh. She took it, whimpering, and kept right on bobbing and slurping all around me, letting it fill her mouth, welcoming it, adoring it. I love you, I love you, I love you, her motions said. Her mouth sucked every last trickle out of me and she slowed her motions to a slow and gratifying bob. Finally, I stopped her with one hand. She pulled her mouth off my cock, looked up into my eyes, and swallowed the love I had given her with a gratified shiver. Then she closed her eyes contentedly and just hugged me, pressing my slippery wet cock into her chest in the embrace. It throbbed between us, almost synchronizing with her pulse, and we held still for the longest time, trying to recover some coherence. "What brought all that on?" I asked, softly stroking her hair as she clung to my naked body. "No one's ever written a poem for me before..." "Never?" "Never. The most romantic thing I ever got was a Valentine's card that said 'I love you deeply', with a two foot cock on the inside of it." "That's not very romantic." "When did you write that? It's totally brilliant. It's like, exactly how I feel." "I wrote it just now, while you were sleeping," "I..." She was speechless again. Her body felt warm next to mine, and I just wanted to hold her all night, but the bath was waiting. I picked her up in my arms and kissed her. She tasted less sweet, and more like she had just sucked love from my cock, but I didn't care. It wasn't gross at all. I carried her to the bathroom and stepped right into the tub. Then I carefully lowered her into the water and we just held each other some more. I began bathing her, stroking her softly with a warm cloth, and rubbing her down with some creamy body soap. I leaned her back and dipped her head into the water and then I shampooed her hair. Then, after some conditioner, I got her to stand up. I rubbed her gorgeous little ass down with soap and then turned her around to pat her vulva clean with the cloth. She sat down again and I did her calves and feet. "I never felt so relaxed in all my life," she said. "That was better than an orgasm." "I feel like I know every inch of you now, from head to toe." "Well I better do you in return then. I feel kinda left out." So Charlotte washed me, over my entire body. Feeling her hands slipping and sliding all over me was more than I can describe. I just felt like I had died or something and was in some low-level paradise, being ministered to by an angel. Then of course her hands began washing my erection, and she paid special attention to that. She even took it into her mouth once again as I stood before her and she loving sucked on it in between wipes with the wet cloth. Then she kissed it up and down, every inch of it, with her soft warm lips and I had the same feeling of her showing me love without words. She also tongued every inch of my balls, and I had to hang on to the curtain rod to keep from collapsing with a great splash. Finally she sat me down on the edge of the tub, and mounted me. My cock went into her with a comfortable ease. Though she was tight, she was hot and so very wet. Her pussy was hotter than the bath water and it felt so amazing sliding down onto me that I thought I might faint again. I didn't though, I just held her around her waist as she fucked me, now not so much telling me she loved me, as simply treating herself to the pleasures of my manhood. She had one foot on the edge of the tub, and one foot on the floor behind us, and she used that leverage to slide and swirl her pelvis all around my cock. I hugged her to me, suckling her breasts like a helpless child, and she held the back of my head to steady herself. Her hands were shaking, her legs as well, and I could even feel it inside her as she slowly stroked her wet little squeeze up and down on me. I lasted quite a while, having already come. I just sat there enjoying her sex, listening to the sounds she made, and smelling her scents. The strongest sensation however was the heat and wetness of her gyrating sheath on my happily throbbing erection. The funny thing was, neither of us came during that time, but that was just fine. She kissed me aggressively and just stopped all of a sudden. Then she pulled off me and we sat back down in the bath to rinse off. We go out, toweled each other off, and headed for bed. I went down on her first, kissing her all over her clean, silken skin, and she just lay there, enjoying it. I got to her little kitty in the center of her sex and kissed it happily on its little nose. Then I went down on her fully, trying to show her the same love she had shown me in her oral pleasure, without words. I don't know if I communicated it the way she had, but she was enthralled to the point of delirium nonetheless. Still she didn't come. I guess I wasn't that good at it back then, and she was perhaps too shy to tell me so. I was eager enough, but far too clumsy and random to please such a delicate instrument of feminine love. Several songs went by before she finally pulled me up for a kiss, and then we lay there for a while longer just touching each other everywhere and reveling in the closeness we felt. My cock was at the very entrance of her womanhood in that position, and she reached a hand down to guide it inside. I put it in her, wriggling and thrusting until it conquered her crushing tightness with a sudden plunging wet stroke. She gasped. Her grip on my shoulders tightened. "You okay?" I whispered in a breathless stammer. Damn she felt good! I could hardly breathe. "Uh-huh!" she replied, but it sounded more like a question. Her eyes were wide, frightened-looking. Her hands were shaking. And when I thrust deeper she flinched hard and let out a long moan. Her eyes closed and she seemed to drift away into the hidden world of sensual pleasure. And I think maybe she was trying her best to fight off the emotions that kept trying to wash over the physical ecstasy. And I think at some point she just gave up and went with it. We made love once again, gently and, purposefully, without the slightest urgency. It was a moment I could have stayed in forever. Her legs were parted, sliding like heated silk all over my ass and waist and thighs. I moved myself in and out of her, enjoying every little sensation. We kissed as well, without urgency or aggression, and finally I simply took her hands in mine, holding them above her head, beneath her pillows as I stroked her. I kissed her and fucked her sweetly like that for what seemed like an entire hour. We stared into each other's eyes, panting out of gaping mouths, pausing to kiss every so often, feeling so much pleasure we could hardly breathe. Then, as we neared an orgasm, she began urging me on verbally, and I was suddenly filled with new vigor. "Oh god, Anthony. Your cock is so, uh, fuckin' amazing! Uh, fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Ooh, fuck. I'm, uh, gonna-" Her words syncopated with my thrusts as I filled her, over and over again with thick, hot stroking. She bounced gorgeously beneath me, as my energy increased, spurred on by her verbal encouragements. The intensity of her pleasure increased and the pitch of her voice slowly climbed toward a climax. Finally she was coming, and I followed immediately behind her, pulled along by the sweet tickling ecstasy of her fluttering squeeze on my cock. She did not scream and thrash around as she had a few days before. She simply hugged me tightly to her body with her legs. She gripped my hands with all her might and gasped and grunted, letting her pussy do the screaming for her. It crushed me in a loving grip, sucking sweet pleasures from me as the orgasm shook through her. My own climax was no less intense, and I felt the tightness increase even more with each throb of my ejaculation. I filled her with my seed, feeling it throbbing out of me in orgasmic spurts into her lusciously squirming body. She arched her pelvis upward to receive it, bouncing her ass beneath me in an attempt to push out pleasure right over the top. Her muscles milked me until every last dribble of it had been delivered, and I let out a cry of ecstasy that almost seemed to frighten her a bit with its passion. "Oh, Charlotte. Oh, my sexy little goddess. My love. I'm dying. I'm dying. You're so wonderful." We lay still when it was done, for what seemed like another hour. We did not speak or even look at each other. We just felt the gooey satiation oozing through our bodies like a drug. One of us would shudder every once in a while and the shudder would cause my cock to shift a little inside her sweet feminine caress. The moment did not need words. Our bodies were touching in every way, and that was enough. A brand new little universe had been created. ------- Chapter 22: The Master We made love in almost a dozen different ways as the night went on. The emotional intensity did not diminish at all throughout the whole evening. Charlotte switched the musical soundtrack to a more rhythmic, grinding dance beat. Our pure raw lust for each other flared up in full force, but it did not dethrone the emotional center of our love making. The two forces actually complimented and intensified one another like you wouldn't believe. We did our first sixty-nine that night. Well our first together anyway. She had done it before, but I hadn't. It was a lovely experience. She rode me facing both forwards, so I could get at her breasts, and backwards so I could appreciate her ass as it squirmed up and down on me. We did it with her laying on one side, with me sitting upright, holding and kissing her leg, and fondling her clit while I fucked her. We did it with her face down in the mattress with her ass in the air. We did it sitting up in bed, with her riding me. We did it missionary style, with her legs on the mattress, in the air, then up by her head. We did it with me lying behind her, holding her leg high in the air, and in front of her, spearing it in and out of her, with her leg up over my waist. It was the most sex I'd ever had, with the least amount of orgasms. I only came three times through all those different positions, and each time I came she insisted I "give it to her", jerking myself off and shooting it into her wide open mouth, spraying it across her wiggling little tongue with a delighted moan. She'd swallow it down with a girlish murmur of satisfaction, and then she'd slowly suck me back to erection so we could begin again in some new position. We ended it that way as well, with her just happily sucking my cock as we lay beside each other on the bed. She had her head resting on my thigh like a pillow and she was tonguing my balls and stroking my cock with her hand. I was toying with her little pink kitty in return. It was relaxed pleasure for its own sake, with no real urgency. After a while Charlotte spoke. "You wanna sleep with me, Anthony?" "Sleep with you?" I was a little confused for a moment. Wasn't that what we'd just done? Then it occurred to me what she really meant, and I was suddenly elated beyond comprehension. She literally wanted to sleep with me, and the notion was too wonderful for words. I could think of nowhere else I'd rather be than waking up in her arms in this palatial bedroom the next morning. "Yeah, you know, just lie with me all night long and keep me warm and safe in yer arms in my cozy little bed, fucking me whenever you damn well feel like all through the night ... sleep with me." "You're just full of cute little ironies, aren't you?" "Ironies?" "It's ironic that you mean that not just as an expression, but in the literal sense, and it's even more ironic that that's just as intensely exciting for me as sleeping with you in the figurative sense." "Ye'r usin' too many big words, Anthony. My brain is in a puddle on the sheets beneath the crack of my ass. You'll have to dumb it down a bit for me—speak slowly." "Sorry. I'm in a bit of a daze myself here. My brain just sort of runs away with my mouth sometimes." "So will you?" "Of course I will! I'd be honored." Charlotte kissed my cock lovingly one more time and then sat up and straddled me for yet another hot little fuck. She sank down onto me and began swirling her pelvis around and around in slow circles, tickling my balls with her fingertips and playing with her clit with her free hand. It was then that Stephanie Lawsen poked her head in the door. "Aren't you two a sexy sight!" "Hi, mom," Charlotte said, without the slightest shame. She made no move to cover up or conceal our activity, and that made the whole situation even more beautiful. She didn't even stop fucking me. It was like there was absolutely nothing wrong with what we were doing, and that felt wonderful—so free and peaceful, even with her mother right there. "Haven't you two had enough?" "I absolutely can't get enough of this guy, mom. We already done it five or six times, in a dozen different ways, but I still want more, and he's still ready, willing, and able. It's absolute heaven. I feel drunk or something. Oh god, it feels good!" "Hmmm ... Sounds like love to me." Charlotte brought herself to a quick little orgasm with her mother standing right there watching, and I just lay there with my arm across my forehead, feeling dizzy and out of breath from the crazy new experience of fucking with an audience. "Did I ever tell you how gorgeous you look when you're coming?" Stephanie told her. I just about had another heart attack right then. I could not believe her mother said that to her! Charlotte never batted an eyelash though. "I don't think you ever seen me come before." She pulled herself off my cock and began licking me clean, bobbing and slurping on it in perhaps an unconscious attempt to drive her mother nuts with envy. It was driving me nuts as well. I had to force myself to just keep my eyes shut, because seeing Stephanie standing there watching us was making the room spin around. The combination of pleasure and excitement was overwhelming. I didn't come though. Charlotte eventually had mercy on me and eased up a bit, finally pulling off my cock with a delicious smack of her lips on the end of it. "Wonderful, wonderful cock," she said. "I love it!" "I can tell," Stephanie said. "Look at that thing. It's all red and swollen. It almost looks like it's in pain or something. How's it feel, Anthony?" I made an 'okay' gesture at her with my fingers and dropped my hand back down to the bed in exhaustion. Charlotte kissed my cock once again, dabbing her lips up and down it compulsively, and I shuddered on the bed beneath her. Finally she simply pressed it to her cheek and stared cutely over at her mother. "Can Anthony spend the night, mom? I can't bear to let him go." "I don't see why not, as long as his parents are okay with it. It is a weekend after all." Ronald Lawsen poked his head in the door behind her. I jumped a bit, but then realized he would be no more upset at our nudity than her mother would. He sniffed at the air a bit and smirked at Charlotte and I. "Sweetheart, did Robert M. call about the contract we were discussing?" I was astounded. Both her mother and father were standing there looking at us naked in bed together, with my slimy wet cock pressed against her face. My erection was twitching and throbbing happily, drooling precum from its tip, and Stephanie seemed to be staring at it without a hint of modesty or embarrassment. She actually looked a little stunned with lust. And if Ron noticed, it didn't seem to bother him at all. "Nobody called," Charlotte said. "At least not that I noticed." "Is it alright if Anthony spends the night, dear?" Stephanie asked her husband. "Our little girl has gotten herself fairly attached to him. It's not hard to see why." He pointed at me with a grin and a wink as if to say "You da man!" and then he gave me a thumbs up. He left in a hurry, as though more concerned with a contract he was negotiating than with his daughter lying well-fucked in bed with a naked young man. It's not that he didn't care about Charlotte or anything. I gather sex was just an everyday thing with them, like eating or watching TV. "I guess that means you're in," Stephanie said. "Thanks mom," Charlotte replied. "Can you take this tray of food away for me?" "Sure thing." Stephanie walked toward the bed, but instead of picking up the tray, she sat down beside us, and much to my surprise she grabbed a hold of my cock and began pumping it up and down. My eyes widened like teacups and my face turned about sixteen shades of red. I pulled backward, but Charlotte was laying there preventing my escape. But then when her talented fingers wrapped around me, I suddenly didn't want to escape at all. "So, you gonna share this thing with momma, Char?" I was cringing with a combination of shock and arousal that just about popped my noggin. The situation was unbelievable. I had to remind myself that Stephanie was a porn star and had no doubt handled hundreds of cocks in her day. Her strokes were smooth and confident, and I was trembling like a child before her. She saw my reaction and simply smiled. "You don't mind, do you, Anthony?" I looked at Charlotte with wide eyes. Charlotte simply smirked at me, seeing the obvious awkwardness I felt. "I'm sure Charlotte doesn't mind. You know he passed dad's test earlier?" "I knew he would. He's awesome!" "Dad gave him his blessing to date you. Imagine that!" She was still stroking my cock, more exploring it than trying to get me off, but it was still incredibly intense. "I see what you mean, Charlotte. It's as soft as a baby's bum, smooth as silk, but hard as oak underneath. Do you mind?" she asked, leaning down toward it. My eyes widened once again, and I just about did have a heart attack then. My head was thick and tingling and my eyes were going blurry. I swallowed hard and gaped at her with awe. Charlotte simply nodded, dropping her elbows to the bed and propping her chin up on her hands to get a better view. Suddenly Stephanie Lawsen's mouth was on my cock. She took it in and swirled her tongue all around it, and her daughter lay there a foot away, just watching. She slid all the way down it, opening her throat to receive its entire length until she was finally kissing the root of it. She moaned gratuitously and I had to remind myself to keep breathing. I suddenly remembered that scene with her and Douglas Devone, and was overwhelmed with the notion that I was now in his shoes. Stephanie then began bobbing up and down on it, once again more exploring it than anything. Finally her mouth popped off it and I suddenly realized I had been clutching Charlotte's hand with all my strength the whole time. "Damn that's a nice cock," Stephanie said. "You hang on to that one, missy." Then she got up, picked up the tray of food, and left. "Oh that mother of mine," Charlotte sighed. I was speechless. "You okay?" she asked me. "I think so," I replied, but I was twitching a little. It was really weird. "Don't worry about it too much, Anthony. I told you she's very liberal like that." "And then some," I said. "You'll get used to it. Don't worry." "You're not jealous or anything?" I asked. "Of course not. She taught me everything I know. I actually feel a little honored that she found you worthy of that. It makes me adore you even more." "Has she ever done that with any of your other boyfriends?" "Not that I know of. I don't think she would do that behind my back either, so I guess not. You're the first." "Wow..." "I don't think she would've done it if she thought you didn't respect her, or my dad. It may have been another test or something though. Ya never know." "A test? A test of what?" "I don't know. A test to see if you might ditch me and start chasing after her, maybe." I looked at her like she was crazy. Then I kissed her again, cause she honestly seemed a little worried. "That would never happen. I'm pretty much hooked on you. I'm yours as long as you'll have me, at the risk of sounding like a pathetic little puppy dog. It's true though." "I know, and I think she knows that too, and that's why I figure she really just wanted to try you out, just for the sake of it." "Your dad doesn't mind?" "What do you think?" Charlotte chuckled. "Oh. Right. Gotcha." Stephanie Lawsen routinely fucks and sucks dozens of different men every year as a porn actress, and her husband himself films it. Why should he care if she gives some guy a little bit of head on the side? As long as the guy respects them as a couple there shouldn't be a problem. It sounded logical in theory, but it was still pretty amazing to experience. I closed my eyes and thought for a moment about what an incredible night this had been so far, and now that I was sleeping over, the beauty of it would last all night. "You want me to finish what she started?" Charlotte asked. "If you want to. I don't really need to finish. I just love the feeling of your mouth on my cock. I wish you could know how wonderful that is for me." "I do know. Because it's just as wonderful for me. Having yer dick in my mouth feels like being able to kiss yer entire being all at once. I don't know if you'll ever understand, but it's just amazing!" With that, she went down on me again. I laid back, put my hands behind my head and just enjoyed the pure hedonism of the moment for several minutes. Charlotte Lawsen was sucking my cock, and she was loving it. I felt like a king. It was then that I noticed a little picture tacked onto the wall, beneath the world map above her desk, It was a litte M with a pointy tail that poked almost sexually through a letter O with a cross hanging off the bottom of it like an earing. "What's that symbol over there mean?" I asked her. She had to release my cock before she could speak, but she kept stroking it sensuously during the break. "That little M-O thingy you mean?" "Yeah. It looks neat." "That's my next tattoo. It basically means 'Venus in Scorpio'. Venus was in Scorpio when I was born. Apparently it's s'posed to make me pretty sexy. I just thought it would be a neat-looking tattoo." "You're talking about Horoscopes, right?" "Astrology, yeah. I don't know much about it, but my girlfriend Jade did my whole horoscope. She said that with Venus in Scorpio it's no wonder I'm the school slut, Venus being the planet of love, and Scorpio being the sign of sex. Go figgur. I'm Libra though, so that's what makes me as friendly as I am, otherwise I would've turned out as some jealous monster or something. Who knows?" "Sounds about right. You're friendly to a fault, but intensely sexy as well, almost sociably sexy, one might say." Charlotte grinned. "A slut in other words. You can say it. I don't mind." "Ah, sociably sexy sounds nicer." "It does actually. I think I'll use that one. I'm not a slut. I'm 'sociably sexy'. Cool..." Then she went back to sucking my cock. ------- Chapter 23: Proposal I let her work for a few minutes, admiring her naked body as she did. She was on her knees and elbows, sort of perpendicular to me, with her ass in the air and her feet crossed over one another. Her head bobbed slowly up and down and I could feel her hair tickling my thighs as it stroked back and forth across them. Mostly though, I could feel her hot little mouth, her lips and her tongue, and occasionally a ticklish little nibble of her teeth. Then she dropped her tummy down onto the bed, adjusted her angle of approach a bit, and moved down to licking my balls. I grinned up at the ceiling, feeling like a king once again, enjoying the favors of his beautiful queen. From this new angle she'd moved her body into, I had better access to her ass. I took advantage of it, fondling and squeezing it as she licked and tickled my balls. A few minutes later she stopped and asked me a question. "What's the J stand for?" "What J?" I asked, feeling somewhat dopey. "The J in your middle name. You wrote A.J.M. at the bottom of your poem. I was just thinking about that." "It's James. Anthony James Mitchell. I'm named after my uncle James Montgomery Mitchell. What's your middle name?" "Charlotte Bethany Lawsen." "Bethany. That's beautiful." "I'm named after my grandmother." I didn't add any comments to that, so she went back to work at her sweet fellatio I enjoyed the casual pleasure of her mouth on my cock once again for a few more minutes. Then she went back to playfully tonguing my balls. I wondered if she'd ever get tired of it. I reached out and massaged her ass in appreciation. "Where you gonna get this new tattoo?" I asked eventually, just to make conversation. Not that I was bored or anything, mind you. I just loved talking to her. She glanced up at the picture once again, still juggling my testicles between her fingers and the tip of her tongue, and then she spoke. "That's the only thing I can't decide. I don't want it anywhere obvious. I don't wanna hafta explain it to everyone for the rest of my life. I was thinkin' of puttin' it sort of on my hip or somethin', towards the back maybe around by my ass where I could cover it with a bikini at least. Whadda you think?" "I think your body is amazing the way it is. I'm sort of biased right now though." I had my hand on her naked ass as we talked and I was casually stroking and caressing it with little pinches and pats that made it jiggle and twitch responsively beneath my fingers. It was truly a thing of beauty. I couldn't imagine anything making it any sexier than it already was. "You keep doin' that and you're asking for another good hard fuckin', boy. That's getting' me so hot right now, you wouldn't believe it." "What, this?" I gave her bum a little swat and she shivered all over. There was a white hand print where I'd struck her flesh, but it turned pink almost immediately. It was gorgeous. "You bastard! I'm warnin' you." Smack! I landed a good one right across both cheeks and she gasped and moaned, gyrating her pelvis sensuously on the bed before me. "Uh!" she said, pressing her face helplessly into my thigh as the pleasure slowly consumed her. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" "You really like that, don't you?" I asked with a delighted grin. "Uh-huh." Her voice had gone high and cute once again, the way it had when she spoke of her little kitty on the first night we'd been together. I spanked her again, harder this time, and her reaction was even more intense. Finally I could stand no more, and I got up on my knees behind her and slid my cock between her labia, searching out her sweet little orifice from behind. She parted her thighs and lifted her ass to accommodate my advance. I had to find her hole with my fingertips, take aim, and give a really hard shove, but it went in deliciously. She squealed out loud, so loud that I had no doubt her parents heard her. "Ah, fuck! Oh, yes. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard." So I fucked her hard, plunging it by strokes to the very bottom of her, delving more deeply into her tightness as each forward thrust wet more of my cock. Then when I'd fucked right into the bottom of her, I began pumping it in and out of her hot little sheath while she bucked her pelvis up and down, working her ass in wonderful little jerks and swirls in front of me. I spanked her once again and she released a desperate moan, almost animal-like in its base sensuality. "You like that?" I panted at her. "You like feeling my fat fucking cock slamming in and out of you like this?" "Oh god, yes!" she cried out, not so much in answer to my question—the question was more or less rhetorical—she was simply crying out in ecstasy at my dirty talk it seemed, so I continued. "That's it, baby. Work that hot little ass for me. You're a bad little girl to make me feel so fucking good like this, squeezing me so tightly with your sweet little pussy. Squeeze it harder, baby. Crush my cock!" She crushed it alright. I could suddenly barely move inside her she was so tight. I moaned in approval and smacked her ass once again. "Bad little girl. Your little pussy is amazing! I just want to fuck it forever." "Ah, yes! Don't stop!" screaming now. God, she was sexy! I swatted her ass again, and her whole body shook from it. Then I grabbed her by the hips and pounded her full force, almost hypnotized by the sexy jiggle of her backside at each thrust. "I'm gonna make you surrender to me, Charlotte. I'm gonna conquer all of you! I'm gonna be your man, your man with this big beautiful cock. Tell me you love my cock!" "Uh. Uh. Ah!" was all she could get out. I smacked her ass harder than ever this time. She screamed into the mattress, and animalistic mewling that send chills up my spine. "Say it!" "I luh... 'ove it! I love your cock! So big. So hot in me. Fuck me!" She could hardly speak, but she panted out each phrase between gasps for breath. "That's it, my little fuck slave. You're gonna love me, and you're gonna tell me so every chance you get. You're gonna give yourself to me, every inch of you, inside and out, and you're gonna love me forever." "Yes! Yes. Oh yes!" That right there was probably the most beautiful moment of sex with her so far. I threw my head back and let out a growling cry of victory. She still hadn't specifically said, "I love you" though. That was the ultimate test. I picked up the pace, fucking her now like a galloping stallion, bouncing her back and forth in front of me with my thrusts. I was panting like a sprinter now but I managed to blurt out, "Do you love me, Charlotte? Do you?" "Oh, make me come! I'm almost there." I fucked her harder, building the intensity even more. "Ah, yes!" she cried out, louder now. "You love me?" I asked again. "Say it, Charlotte! Do you love me!?" I thought I saw a slight nod of her head, but I couldn't tell. She said nothing. "Please!" I begged frantically. "Please say you love me." She didn't though. She was suddenly coming, more intensely than I'd ever seen her or anyone else come in my whole life. Her voice was choked away and she simply clung to the sheets like she was caught in a hurricane. I pulverized her hot little sheath with my manhood, fighting against its spasmodic clenching and vibrating, fighting its fluttering tightness. I could feel her entire body seize up, especially her inner muscles, constricting around me in an ecstasy of tension and release, and GUSH! She squirted a wet gooey mess of girl cum all down my balls, shivered and gushed out some more, tearing at the sheets and squealing like I was twisting a knife in her very soul. I was finally conquered myself. I began throbbing out an impassioned orgasm of my own, pouring out what was left of my fluids deep into the very bottom of her sexual well. The climax came, overpowered us, drained us of our strength, and left us for dead. I collapsed onto her back, crushing her comfortably between myself and the mattress. Her back was slippery with our sweat, and her body was trembling beneath me, as though she no longer had control of her basic physiology. We were both panting as though we'd pursued the orgasm in a full sprint and tackled it together; our bodies were oozing with deliciously intoxicating hormones. Her ass was still squirming with a mind of its own, milking me of the sweet aftershocks that shivered through us. For a moment the whole universe was complete and total ecstasy. She hadn't told me she loved me though. I began to wonder if it even mattered. Everything seemed so perfect except for that. I suppose that was my answer. That was the one thing that could have taken us through the very stratosphere of emotional and sexual fulfillment, but she had held back. Why? What did it mean? I pondered this as we came back down to earth, floating weightlessly back into the here and now. Our panting had slowed to deep sighing, and our trembling had stilled to occasional shudders. We didn't speak for a long time, and I began to wonder what she was thinking. Finally I heard her voice beneath me. "Two hundred and fifty..." "Huh?" "I musta had over two hundred and fifty different fucks in my life so far, by my best guess—ten or twelve times a month for the past coupla years, but that was hands down, miles above the best so far. I swear to god. You're a fuckin' sexual hero, Anthony." "Wow... It was that good?" "Look at me! I can't stop shakin'. I can't feel my body. I'm just a puddle of goo. I can barely even talk, or even think straight." "Wow..." I repeated. A sexual hero. "I was always worried that sex would eventually be diluted and slowly lose its appeal over time, like eatin' too much pizza—you just get sick of it after a while. But mom said I just had to find the right man and everythin' would be wonderful." "And?" "And, I guess maybe I've found him." I was encouraged by that. Now maybe she would say it. "Let's go take a shower, Anthony. Then we'll go to sleep." "I can hardly move." "Me neither. Ye'r a big strong lad though. You can make it." I actually did make it. I even got up, invigorated by my love for her, and lifted her into my arms. I walked down the hall on shaky legs and carried her into the bathroom. I noticed Mr. Lawsen with his face between his wife's naked thighs as we passed their bedroom though. They hadn't even bothered to shut their door. I also noticed they had a nice fire going in the fireplace in their room, the lucky bastards. That would be awesome! Stephanie's face was frozen in a grimace of over-ripe ecstasy, but she managed to open her eyes in time to see us walking by. She wiggled her fingers at us and Charlotte waved back. "I just have to find the right man," she mused to herself. Then she buried her face in my neck and sighed affirmatively. Many-a-young man would be furious with me come Monday morning. It seemed I had effectively taken Charlotte off the market for them all. Oh well. There were plenty of other chicks around. I was more than happy to think that I would have Charlotte all to myself. I was mistaken though. I didn't have her all to myself. Not at that point anyway. I was in heaven at the time though, and I couldn't imagine anything spoiling the most beautiful night of my life so far, and nothing did, except for the nagging doubts about why she couldn't just tell me she loved me, even though it was becoming more and more obvious that she really did. We rinsed off in a cool shower, kissing and cuddling and caressing each other's naked bodies as we did. Then we toweled dry, brushed our teeth, and headed to bed, walking hand in hand down the hall as naked as Adam and Eve. I gave my mom a quick call and told her I would be home the next day. She sighed and told me to "be good." Charlotte was hugging me from behind as I talked to her, sweetly kissing my back and shoulders, sending shivers through my entire being. I could feel her naked nipples pressing into me. I reached behind me and grabbed her ass, pulling her closer to me. Then I turned my face and kissed her, as I hung up the phone. Be good? Everything was good. Everything was amazing. We climbed into bed, and this time it was for sleep. It felt kind of strange knowing that. I lay down on her pillow and she nestled up to me, under my arm with her head on my shoulder and her hair in my cheek. Her hands wandered all over my body as we talked, and she slid her thigh up and down mine, as though somehow skin on skin was still not close enough. "My man," she said in the darkness. I felt her kiss my chest over and over again. It was very sweet. "If you want me, I'm all yours." "I do..." "But do you love me?" "It sure as hell feels like I do. If this isn't love, the real thing will probably kill me I think." "Well let me be the one to say it officially first. Charlotte, I'm no longer falling in love with you. I am in love with you, and I hope you will do me the honor of being my girlfriend." She was quiet for a moment, thinking, softly stroking my chest with her fingertips, and caressing my feet with her hers. "I would like nothin' better, but do you really want me?" "What kind of question is that? Of course I do." "Have you really thought it through?" "What's to think through? I love you." "Yes, but I'm the school slut, remember? People have certain expectations of me that havin' a boyfriend won't change." "What do you mean?" "I'm still gonna get hit on, felt up, fingered, and kissed unexpectedly by all kinds of guys, and I can't say I don't like those kinds of things. And if we get into a relationship I don't know if I'd really wanna stop, well, sleeping around, you know, even if I did love you with all my heart. I know you're on an emotional high right now, and I am too to some extent, but I'm not gonna lie to myself and get myself into anything that I might change my mind about next week. It's not fair to you or to me." "But I thought you said I'd changed you. You said you were different now, and didn't care for that kind of sex anymore." "Actually what I said was that fuckin' Steve Henridge felt crude and cheap, compared to you. There are quite a few guys in school that are fabulous lovers, and many more I haven't even tried yet. If you can accept that, and understand that it doesn't mean I don't love you, and realize I still think you're the hottest fuck of them all, then we'll have a beautiful relationship. If you can't accept those things, I don't know if we should even try it. It'll be too messy in the end." She sighed softly and caressed my cheek. "I'm not entirely sure you are ready to accept those things yet, but I know you do love me, and I know you think I'm the sexiest girl on earth. It's just a matter of connecting that love with my 'social sexiness' as you called it. I don't think you're ready yet, but if you give it time, you might learn to love it..." She had a point there. I stopped to imagine her having sex with another guy and my guts burned a bit, but at the same time I found the imagery incredibly compelling. She continued, "I'll be happy to say you're my boyfriend, and even fall completely in love with you, for all the wonderful things you are, but I don't think it means the same things to you as it does to me. I'm just not ready to change my whole lifestyle yet. I'm not gonna change who I am. I'm only seventeen. I really love sex, and I wanna explore it. If you wanna be a part of that, if you wanna come along with me on this journey, and still love me for all the wonderful things I am, then I'll say yes, I give myself to you completely, and you'll be my number one man, I'll always honor and cherish your love..." She rolled onto her back, stared up at the ceiling. I stroked and tweaked at her nipple, waiting for her to continue. "But I'll still wanna fuck other guys now and then. I know it sounds like a contradiction but it's not. Give it a chance and you'll see. If you're not absolutely a hundred percent certain though, we'd better not do this to ourselves." Though I didn't like to hear it, I knew she was just being completely honest with me. If I loved her, I had to love the real her, not some illusion, not some self-made expectation of who I wanted her to be—submissive and affectionate only toward me. That was not who she was, and I couldn't force that upon her. It was a trap that neither of us wanted to get into. I would have to respect her as a person if I could claim to truly love her. Stephanie Lawsen cried out in ecstasy from the other room. "Take mom and dad for example. Mom sleeps around with all kinds of men—she does it for a livin', and dad's not only not jealous of her, he encourages her. He recognizes her beauty and artistry in the act of love makin', and he helps her refine it, perfect it, and master it. The only man I could ever love would hafta be just like him. I love that man to pieces. So does my mom. He's like her idol or somethin'. Every single guy she fucks, she does it to please and arouse him, and because she simply loves sex for its own sake. It's so absolutely pure and perfect what they have. They'll be together forever." What a shadow I found myself in. I wondered how I could ever measure up to Ronald Lawsen in Charlotte's eyes. On the other hand, as I imagined the experience of having Charlotte love me as completely as Stephanie loved him, I was inspired from the bottom of my heart to earn that love, and keep it forever no matter what it took. "I only have one condition then, I guess," I told her. "What's that?" "I know there are a lot of guys out there who don't deserve you, guys who don't respect you, and simply use you if you'd let them, guys who would mock me for having fucked my girlfriend. I couldn't stand that. If you want to sleep with other guys, we'd have to discuss it and agree together who these guys will be." Charlotte smiled in the dark, as though I'd said something incredibly cute. "Of course, silly. I wouldn't have it any other way. You can fuck whatever girls you desire as well, as long as you're sure they know where your heart is and won't fuck around with our relationship afterwards." "Sounds like a good deal," I said, though I couldn't think of a single woman I'd rather fuck than Charlotte for the rest of my life. Then I realized that it's not a question of fucking another girl instead of Charlotte. I'd be fucking her as well as Charlotte. Now that really sounded like an enjoyable deal. Charlotte's parents had the same thing going, and they seemed to being doing fine with it. I was sure that we could figure it all out as well. "So what do you say? Are we officially an item?" Charlotte asked. "I guess it's official. We'll just work out the knots as we go." "We'll have a lot of help. Don't worry." "Can I have a kiss? Just to officially seal the deal?" Charlotte kissed me, long and slow and deep, and just when I thought I couldn't be happier, she pressed her lips into my ear and sighed. "I love you, Anthony," she whispered. I turned and hugged her with all my might. A tear trickled down her cheek and I kissed her all over her beautifully smiling face. "I love you too, Charlotte. I love you, too. You made me the happiest man on earth just now." I thought she might formulate some eloquent reply, but she didn't. She just hugged me back and said it again. "I love you, Anthony James Mitchell." Sometime later we fell asleep in each other's arms for the first time. It was the most beautiful night of my life. ------- Chapter 24: Night's Caress At some point during the night I woke up and found myself next to my beautifully naked girlfriend Charlotte. The room was dark but I could feel her soft warm flesh next to me, and I could hear her breathing in the night. I reached over and pressed my hand softly onto her breast. It molded into my hand, firm and fleshy, its nipple hardened beneath my touch. I reached over and grabbed the second breast, and it too responded to my caress. Charlotte never stirred. I lifted my head from the pillow I lay on and looked down at her. She was a vision of gorgeous female beauty in the very dim light of the bedroom. Somewhere in the distance behind their house was a streetlight that beamed a ray of itself all the way across the neighborhood, in through the slit at the edge of the blinds, and fell down to kiss her at an angle from her right cheek down across to her left breast, the one nearest me. The ray of light zigzagged brokenly across her body, but it lit her beauty nonetheless. This was the light by which I saw her. She was mine. I leaned down to suckle her nipple, and felt it harden once again between my lips. I slid my hand down her stomach, feeling its firmness and the satiny texture of its skin. I slid my hand down further and felt the sweet bulge of her pubic mound, upon which an artist had tattooed the face of a kitten—my kitten. I slid a finger across the kitty's nose and Charlotte finally stirred. She released a somewhat troubled-sounding moan, and turned away from me onto her side. This new position allowed me access from which to worship her beautifully rounded backside. I kissed at her back and the side of her waist, and ran my hand over her hip and down across her posterior curves. Her backside was hot to the touch, warmed by the bed. I moved my kisses down her waist to her hip, and around to the swollen feminine curves of her behind. There I lay kissing her ass, literally, recalling the time I had first seen it naked in my bedroom. I'd wanted to kiss it then, but hadn't. Now I had my chance and took it, reveling in the act of adoration, pure and simple adoration. Her ass was adorable. My cock was hard now, and I wanted to put it somewhere nice and warm. I twisted upward again to lay behind her, and nuzzled my nose into her beautifully flowing hair. She smelled wonderful. Now my erection was pressing into backside and I took a moment to rub it casually between the cheeks of her ass. It was smooth and warm and wonderful. It almost seemed to be biting at me, trying to swallow me in its cute little crevice. I took my cock in my hand and bent it downward, aiming it into the hollow at the apex between her thighs. There was a small gap there, and I managed to wriggle the end of my cock into it, feeling surrounded now by the heat of her silky flesh. Charlotte moaned again, but this time her moan was less troubled and more delighted at feeling a cock against her privates. I could actually feel them heat up as I lay there embedded in the embrace of her exterior womanhood. I stroked cautiously forward and back, and as I did I felt wetness seeping out from her vulva. It wet the top of my cock first, and then as the humidity increased the entire sheath of thighs and vulva was moistened to accommodate me. It was at this point that Charlotte's body decided it wanted to be fucked. I'm pretty sure her mind was still asleep, but her body knew what to do on its own. Her butt thrust backward against me and her knees moved forward, angling her vulva backward toward my erection. I naturally took this as an invitation and reached down to position my cock in the opening of her rapidly moistening pussy. I found her vagina with the tip of my cock, sliding it up and down her puffy little crevice until I felt an opening down there, and then I pushed forward into it. She pushed back at the same time and it slipped inside the wet ring of her pussy. With her legs closed in front of her it was a very tight fit, and it felt heavenly. I pushed forward and only managed to work the head of my cock inside her. So I pulled back again and gave it another try. This time it went in further. Her wetness increased a bit and I pulled out and thrust in a little deeper. I fucked my way into her like that, back and forth, in and out, little by little, gaining inch after inch inside her wet little sheath until finally my lower belly was pressed comfortably into her ass. I could go no further without moving around directly behind her. I didn't really need to go further. I was already buried quite comfortably inside her with a good length of my cock. That was all I'd wanted in the first place. This was not to be a wild and frantic fuck as we'd enjoyed earlier. This was simply about me hooking into her sexuality, and feeling the intimacy of her body in the dark of the night. I began slowly, every-so-slowly stroking myself back and forth inside her, so slowly that it could barely be considered fucking. I simply wanted to rub myself around inside the textures of her sweet and slippery clutch. She began to moan more and more however, and after a while her ass began to wiggle in slow circles in beautiful synchronization with my strokes. She went around and around, and I went in and out. When her ass was coming backward, my hips were thrusting forward. When her ass was winding around to the front again, mine was pulling backward, dragging my cock deliciously out of her, and winding around again for the upstroke. Her pussy began to sync up with the rhythm as well, squeezing me lovingly each time I pulled out, as if to say she would miss me while I was gone. Then I pumped slowly back in again, and she would relax as though in relief at my return. My breathing was getting a little shaky, and my heart began to beat a little faster. Suddenly I felt her hand reach back and pressed down onto my hip, guiding me in my motions inside her. I was still not a hundred percent sure if she was awake yet. Her body knew what it liked, and she usually completely lost herself in the sex even when she was awake. Maybe she was awake, maybe she wasn't. It didn't really matter, she was still making love to me, and it was wonderful. She seemed to be coaxing me in a little deeper, and wanting me to go a little faster. Her hand on my hip told me so. She gave my hip a gentle tug on each forward thrust, and a little bit of a swing on the backstrokes. I took this as a prompt to thrust deeper, and when I did she rewarded me with a lovely little gasp of pleasure as my cock thrust up into the previously neglected depths of her vaginal canal. Her cervix welcomed me with a sweet little kiss, each time I thrust the head of my cock up into it, and it tickled very nicely. We were going faster now, and I was thrusting a little more aggressively. It was still a slow and delicious fuck, not exactly rough or wild yet, and this added to the beauty of the moment. I could hear her ass slapping gently, wetly against my tummy now as our sweat wet the sex we were enjoying. Her breathing was becoming more erratic as well, and if it increased any more she would be panting vocally, sounding out her pleasure into the darkness of the night in time to the rhythm of our love making. I thrust harder and deeper, twisting my pelvis around underneath her ass to get more of myself inside her. She responded as I'd predicted, cooing rhythmically and crying out in an inspired song of pleasure that had its own beats and measures. I didn't think it was possible for me to be more in love with her than I already was, but the sound of her voice, partly weeping, partly joyful, made my insides dance with fresh flashes of emotion. Her hand moved from my hip up to my head, and she held me by the back of my neck as though steadying herself, on the fault line of an impending earthquake. I started a little song of my own, crying out from the emotional pleasure I was feeling, whimpering and gasping from the exertion of pouring myself out into her, in heart and body, in the energy of my love for her. Suddenly there was a squeeze, tight and heated, from deep inside her. Her breathing ceased, her love song crested beneath a fermata, and her body tensed vigorously before me. Something inside her was fighting its way out, some immense pleasure that her body struggled to birth. I pumped myself in and out of this storm of ecstasy and this seemed only to intensify it even further. "Come with me," she panted into the night. "Oh please come with me." I needed very little coaxing, feeling myself locked inside of her deliciously churning little pussy. The thrusts I was making into it, through it, were crushed in the hyper-sweet intensity of carnal bliss, as though her body knew she could squeeze more ecstasy into the slippery wet strokes of my bravely battling little soldier. It was as though she knew the tightness would conquer me, defeating my resistance to the pleasure of her womanhood, and compelling a climax from me that she seemed to need so desperately. She won of course. With gulping vaginal exertions she sucked the orgasm right out of me. I thrust forward with a gasping yelp, surprised by the glorious beauty of the sexual crescendo, as though it were the first orgasm I'd ever had. It was suddenly exploding from me in hot sticky streams that bathed her insides in the essence of my love, and I cried out between snatches of breath. My thrusts were impulsive now, no longer needing guidance from my will. I stormed through her crushing resistance and deposited more and more with each madly pumping forward thrust, until finally I was emptied. I'd given her all I had from the very depths of my sexuality and she received it with a gentle churning of her pelvis as she shuddered and shook, winding down from her own orgasm. She just kept saying "Oh, oh, oh," over and over again, and it was blowing my mind even more. The sound of her intense gratification was intoxicating to my already deliriously gooey mind. I stirred my cock around inside her, mixing my messy concoction around in hers. It was a gorgeous mess of sexy fluids inside her, both mine and hers, and it gave me a deep satisfaction feeling the physical manifestation of the intangible pleasure we'd felt, both physically and emotionally. It was hot sticky cum, brought forth of a mutual loving orgasm. It was sublime. I held her body close to mine, wrapping my arms around her and entangling my legs in hers. I wanted to be as close everywhere as I felt in our carnal connection. It seemed impossible though, like trying to grasp an emotion in ones arms. It couldn't be done. So I simply grasped her, the source of the emotion, and held the emotion with my heart instead. My love for her was thick and pulsing. It was making my body feel distorted, numb, and tingly, as though it were trying in vain to comprehend the feelings that were drowning me, trying in vain to at least contain them in the physical space I filled. Charlotte herself, now certainly awake, was lost in her own train of thought. She did not speak. She just lay there, holding my hand, holding her breast, and kissing my knuckles over and over again, with a bowing of her head. She was trembling very slightly, as though she were cold, but her body was actually very hot. She was covered in sweat, and every move I made against her was deliciously slippery, inside and out. I simply kissed the back of her neck and held her like that, enjoying the drunkenness of teenage love, and the post-orgasmic afterglow. I closed my eyes, pressed my forehead into her hair, and sighed. "I love you so much, Charlotte, it's like I'm dying inside." "I love you, Anthony, but somehow it feels like those words are so silly and useless compared to how I feel inside. I feel like I'm in the center of all the world, and everythin's beautiful cause I'm with you. I don't know if that makes sense or not. I'm not poetic like you. All I know's that this is the moment I'd choose to stay in forever, if I got the chance to choose my own kind of heaven." "I know exactly what you mean." "I want you to remember this though, Anthony, if you're ever feelin' jealous or insecure about my love for you. I want you to remember this moment and know that you're my heaven, okay?" "I will. I promise." "Remember this if you're ever mad at me. Remember this if I ever hurt you. No matter how things go, no matter where the world takes us, if we just remember the love we feel right now, nothing will ever tear us apart." "I thought you said you weren't poetic." "Anthony, are you crying?" I was. My voice cracked, giving me away. She spun around and touched her hand to the wetness streaming down my cheeks. "Oh my god! What's wrong?" "Absolutely nothing... Nothing at all." "Why you cryin' then?" "I don't know. I just feel like crying for some reason, and for the first time in my life, I feel like it's perfectly okay, because I'm with you." "Why do you feel like cryin'? What's wrong?" "I don't know. Nothing. It's weird, isn't it?" "Oh, don't cry, baby!" she said, getting a little choked up herself now. "Please don't cry. You're breaking my heart." I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself. I felt better. It felt good to breath. A good part of me felt like I had a tremendous weight on me, but another part of me felt like I was floating. "I'm sorry. I'm just all drunk with emotions I guess." "So you're really just cryin', just because you love me so much?" "That's it exactly." It took about twenty or thirty seconds to wind up, but suddenly Charlotte broke down completely. She just buried her face in my neck, and cried her eyes out, and I cradled her beloved head in my arms, softly stroking her hair. "Ye'r breakin' me down, boy," she said between sniffles. "Ye'r getting inside me." "What do you mean?" "I mean, I'm not scared anymore. That big black door is completely gone." We were two teenagers in love, naked in bed together in the middle of the night, and our life seemed to have begun right there. ------- Book II: The Script ------- Chapter 25: Sharing I woke up a few hours later, and this time it was her taking advantage of me. She had my cock in her mouth and had taken it all the way down her throat. I felt her lips and nose pressing into the root of me, and her wet slippery mouth was gently bobbing up and down on me like a buoy in a lake, up and down and back and forth at all kinds of nice angles. It was pleasure beyond the potency of any words used in attempt to describe it. I tried to move my arm down to caress her head, but it was nestled comfortable under Charlotte's back. Charlotte was lying asleep beside me. Charlotte's mom was sucking my cock! Naturally I was immediately knocked into a state of frozen panic and confusion once again and I just lay there, not really knowing what I should do. Damn it felt nice though. If they gave out black belts for giving head, I don't know if there would even be a degree to measure Stephanie's expertise. I lay there powerless before her, feeling her lips and tongue smeared all over me, and the pleasures of her throat, and the bobbing of her mouth all around it. I loved Charlotte with all my heart, but I'll be damned if that wasn't the best head I've ever gotten. Not only did she have every imaginable technique at giving my cock pleasure with her mouth, she also had the skill of dragging it out for as long as she wanted. She seemed to know when she was leading me near the brink of orgasm, and she backed off slightly, slowing her pace, and loosening her suction a bit, giving me time to recover. This went on for a good fifteen minutes and eventually I was beyond even worrying about what Charlotte might think if she woke up and found me enjoying oral sex from her mom. I was also beyond worrying what Ronald Lawsen might think as well, if he were to find his wife had snuck off in the middle of the night to suck another man's cock - a sixteen year-old boy no less. I was lost in the pleasure after a while, feeling no real urgency to orgasm. The ecstasy her mouth was working into me was almost like a low-level orgasm in itself - so intense, so deliciously gratifying, and for so damn long my legs started to go numb. Finally she wound down to a slowly slurping halt and released me from her suction. "No sense pretending you're asleep, boy," she murmured softly. "Men don't tremble like this in their sleep." I reached up with my left hand and stroked her cheek. "Are you sure you should really be doing that?" I asked. "Don't worry. I asked Char if it was okay and she said it was. She's half asleep though, but I'll take her word for it." I hadn't heard her asked Charlotte anything. I must have been deeply asleep myself. What a way to wake up, though. Man! "Mr. Lawsen doesn't mind?" I asked. "Has Charlotte told you what we do for a living, Anthony?" "She said something about the movie business," I lied. I didn't know how much to tell her. I was worried I would embarrass her. In hindsight I realize how ridiculous that was, to worry about embarrassing her, but I wasn't exactly thinking straight at the time. "I'm a porn star, Anthony. I fuck men for a living, on camera, and I've made my husband a very rich man doing it. He loves me, and trusts me, and respects me, and I would never do anything to violate that. I love him even more than he loves me. I adore the very ground he walks on in fact. I'm his little baby. Part of what he loves about me though, is my love of cock - not just his, any cock, any hard, thick, long sexy cock I can get my little hands on. He loves to watch me fuck and suck and go crazy on a guy. It drives him wild, I think because deep down inside he knows that I'm mostly doing it to turn him on." "He's not here right now though," I said. "Who are you doing this for?" "Myself of course. I fucked him and sucked him until he literally passed right out, and then I laid in bed for a good two hours tossing and turning and wanting more before I finally worked up the nerve to come in here and ask Char if I could have a go at you. She said, 'be my guest. He's all yours, mom.' Those were her exact words, so here I am. You don't mind, do you?" "You are wonderfully, amazingly sexy, Stephanie. I can't possibly think of any reason to object, if Charlotte and Ron are okay with it. I'm just kinda worried I won't be man enough for you." "You're so sweet, Anthony. You know that?" "So I've been told." "Let me assure you, if I didn't think you were man enough I wouldn't be here. Just let me dig one last orgasm out of you and I'll go right to sleep I promise." "Well I'm ready physically. You can take five or six orgasms from me if you want. I'm sure I could manage that and more with a woman as incredible as you." "And you think you're not man enough. You're already sexier than eighty percent of the men I've been with in my life." "What do you mean?" I asked. "Just the fact that you would keep going for so long, just to pleasure me, even though you're no doubt already exhausted from fucking Charlotte all night, you still have the strength and the will to please me. That's miles above anything all these other men offer. For them, it's about their orgasm, their pleasure, their ego, but you've done nothing but compliment me since I met you. That's so damn sexy it's stunning." "What can I say? I'm a horny teenage boy, and you're a great golden goddess of sexiness to me." She crawled up my body at that and kissed me, and I felt the talent of her tongue face to face with my own. It was exquisite. Her kiss was liquid pleasure, moving masterfully against my seemingly inept mouth. As she kissed me her vulva found its way to my erection. Her legs parted, straddling my pelvis and I soon felt the heat of her womanhood nestling down against the top of my twitching post. She smeared her wetness over its head, and managed to gather it up inside her without any guidance from her hands. Once the tip had entered she grabbed a hold of it with her exquisite sex muscles and slowly sank herself down on it, in a gently bobbing descent, all the way down to the very root. It stretched her as it entered. It actually stretched her. Though she had fucked probably hundreds of men in her life her pussy was still strong and tight, and wonderful, she was even giving Charlotte a run for her money I hate to admit. "How's that feel?" she asked. "I can't even speak," I said, with very little exaggeration. "That good, huh?" "It's beyond words. It's- Ah, god it's so nice." She was doing things with her pussy deep inside that made it feel like it had life of its own. It felt like there were fingers or something inside her vagina, wrapped around my shaft, squeezing and tickling me up and down as she moved. It may have been just an illusion of some sort, some sort of trick technique that defied the limits of female anatomy, but it sure as hell felt good. Ronald Lawsen was one hell of a lucky man. "I want you to do me a favor, Anthony." "Yes. Anything. Anything." "I want you to pretend I'm sixteen, just like Charlotte, and fuck me like a teenage girl. Don't be in awe of me. Don't worship me. I want you to just take me and use me and pleasure me like I'm some sweet teen floozy in the back seat of your daddy's car. Don't ask me why. Don't call me Mrs. Lawsen. Just call me Stephie, and fuck me like a sixteen year old girl. Make me feel like a virgin again, okay?" "When did you lose your virginity?" I asked. "When I was fourteen. My cousin fucked me in my uncle's garage, behind an old mattress that was leaned up against the wall. It was over in like eighteen seconds and I was in pain for days, but at least he enjoyed it." "How old was he?" "He was fifteen." "How'd he talk you into it? Please, keep fucking me while you answer, it feels so good. I'm just curious, that's all." "He pretty much told me it would make me into a real woman. He said that sex is what grownups do for fun, and little kids aren't allowed to do it. It sounded exciting so I agreed. After that it was one boy after another. Everyone heard about him fucking me and they all wanted a piece. I was young and stupid and it made me feel sexy, so I just kept saying yes. The next thing I knew kids were lining up outside the garage, keeping watch while they waited for their turn." "After the summer was over and I headed back to school I found out I was pregnant. Unfortunately a fourteen year old girl having a baby was out of the question back then so my uncle and aunt made me get an abortion. Fortunately they were friends with a doctor who knew how to do it right, because girls will still going to those back-alley butchers back in those days. Anyway, I learned to be more careful after that. Are you ready to fuck now, or what?" "Just one more question. How did you meet Ron, and how did you know he was the one?" "Why do you want to know that? Aren't you just dying to fuck already? I know I am!" "He always does this, mom," Charlotte said. Apparently she was awake and listening to us. I hadn't even noticed. "Sorry," I said to both of them. "I'm just curious. You and Ron have such an amazing relationship, I want to make sure I measure up in my relationship with Charlotte." "Did he tell you we're an item now?" Charlotte said. I could almost see her smile in the dark. "No kidding!" Stephanie answered. "You've finally landed a boyfriend." "You mean I'm her first?" "You're her first boyfriend, yes. It's official." I smiled in the dark myself at that. It was hard to imagine that such a beautiful, smart, fun, sexy girl as Charlotte had never had a boyfriend her entire life. I was suddenly bursting with pride and honor. It made sense though. I suppose having a boyfriend would get in the way of her super-abundant sex life. I could only hope that her sex life didn't tangle up our relationship. "Did he also mention that we're officially head over heels in love with each other?" Charlotte added. "No way! My little Charlotte's in love!? How wonderful." "Yes," I said. "And this is why I want to know everything there is to know about you and Mr. Lawsen. He's almost like a hero of mine when it comes to taking care of the girl I love." "Isn't he sweet, mom?" "Yes," she grunted, "and fucking hard as a rock too. Fucking beautiful!" She was stirring herself up deep inside with my cock and it seemed to be in one long permanent throb that wouldn't relax. It wasn't painful though, it was just intensely ticklish. "You better get on with the story then, mom, if you want him to get busy fucking you." "I met Ron after high school. He used to come into my work all the time, and flirt with me. He said I was the prettiest girl in town. Naturally I was swooning inside, having such a gorgeous hunk fawning over me like that, but I played it cool. We started dating casually, but I never even kissed him. It was about a month before he even got a peck on the cheek, but he persisted. He adored me. It felt wonderful. Finally we worked our way up to kissing, and then to fondling, and then to hand-jobs. We never had any real sex though, but he went out and bought me a ring anyway, and asked me to marry him. Well it was all down hill after that. I gave myself to him with wild and reckless abandon, body, mind, heart, and soul. We fucked pretty much constantly, until we eventually ran out of ways to do it. It was him who first suggested I fuck another man while he watched, and he even picked the guy out - an acquaintance of his from work, a guy named Paul. Paul was a nice enough guy, very sweet and kind of sexy, but not as sexy as Ron. We got drunk one night, and Ron gave me the nod, so I just put the moves on Paul hot and heavy and the next thing we knew I was fucking him right in front of Ron, my fiancé. I was only eighteen years old." "Things got a little weird after that for a few days, while we sorted out how we felt about it all, but in the end love won out and we realized that it was simply just another branch of our sex life, not some big emotional complication. He said he'd never felt so aroused by me as when he watched me fuck another man. It was strange, but I believed him, and we've never looked back. We eventually got into making movies of it with a camera we had, and the friends we showed them to offered Ron big money for copies of them. The rest is history." "Wow," Charlotte said. "I never knew that story." "Yeah. That's how it went. I got pregnant later that year, after the thing with Paul I mean, and there was actually some doubt about whether or not the baby was Ron's. We've since had a DNA test to confirm it of course, but all through Char's childhood Ron never once doubted that she was his. It was me who was worried about it really. Her daddy always loved her to pieces." "And I've got to compete with that," I said. "I don't know if I can ever- Ooh, damn, Stephie. You're making me lose my train of thought here." "That's a train of though you can afford to lose. If Char loves you, you better damn well believe you're worthy. Don't worry about comparing yourself to anyone else." With that she crushed my cock again in the vice-like grip of her sensuously gyrating pussy. "Are you ready to fuck me now?" In answer I sat up, pulled my cock out of her, took her by the waist, and spun her around to lie her on the mattress beneath me. She gasped from the excitement of it and melted in submission to my lead. "Little Stephie," I said. "Happy sweet sixteenth birthday, Stephie. I hope you like your present." "This is gonna be good!" Charlotte said. She turned a knob on her headboard somewhere and suddenly dim glowing light faded on from little bulbs on the bedposts. Suddenly we were in our own little luminous world inside the sparkling curtains. Beyond was darkness. "Are you sure it's okay if I fuck your little sister, Char? I don't think she minds, do you Stephie?" Stephie shook her head no. She was suddenly shaking beneath me, like a little girl about to receive her first cock. "Stephie's always telling me that she wants to do it for real. Now that you're sixteen you really can, huh Stephie?" Charlotte said. "Uh-huh," Stephie replied. "Are you ready?" I asked. "Uh-huh," she said, and gripped my shoulders with trembling hands. I pressed my cock into her tight little opening, and she flinched. "Is it gonna hurt?" she asked. Her performance was astounding. I almost got chills. "No, it's doesn't hurt at all. Anthony fucks me all the time and it feels soooo nice!" "Okay," Stephie sighed. "Be careful though." I slowly pushed my cock into her, feeling the wonderful squeeze of her pretty little pussy as it stretched her open. It was only in an inch before she started rocking her hips up and down beneath me, apparently enjoying the feeling of penetration. I pushed more into her and she cooed happily. "It does feel nice," she said. "It gets better, Stephie," Char said. "Wait til he makes you come." "Come? What's that?" "Here, let me show you," Char said. "Push it all the way in, Anthony, and move it in and out, real nice." I obeyed. I eased my way into her, slowly and deliciously. Her vaginal mouth opened wider and wider to receive it, until finally it was yawning broadly, stretched tight around the width of my cock. "Ooh, damn that feels good," Stephie said. "It's even nicer when he does this," Char said, and she reached out, took my hand, and began caressing and fondling Stephie's clit with it, rolling it around until I took over, and began tweaking and tugging at it with my fingers. Stephie lost her mind. She began bucking and fucking up and down, trying to press her clit harder against my hand. My cock stroked in and out of her from this motion and she moaned gratuitously at the feel of it. Then Char moved her hand around behind me and began toying with my balls as they paddled back and forth against Stephie's ass. I jerked forward at the tickle of it and Stephie squealed out loud. For a moment I broke out of the scene, worrying about what would happen if Ron woke up. Then I dismissed that thought again. If the two girls weren't afraid, why should I be? Charlotte was suddenly kissing me, and I felt two beautiful pleasures at once. It was almost overwhelming. I kept stroking and thrusting though until Char bowed down and kissed all over my body. I marveled once again at how absolutely unjealous she was about all this, but in the end just kept ploughing onward, enjoying the ride so to speak as these two women loved me with everything they had. I pulled my cock out and pressed it to Char's lips. Her lips parted, her mouth opened, and she sucked me in all the way to the bottom. I knelt there, fucking her throat for a few moments, and then pulled it out again and slid it back into Stephie's delicious tightness. Those first few strokes back in were all Stephie could stand. She climax immediately, and I felt a fresh wash of wetness pour out around my thrusting cock and ooze down her crevice to the mattress below. She was squealing and gasping, and I worried once again about Ronald busting in the room and chasing me off the property with a shotgun or something. Eventually I just put that thought completely out of my mind and decided that this was all just a beautiful dream. Maybe it had been a dream. It still seems surreal to me to this day. It was no less sexy though, and all of the sudden I found myself near orgasm as well. "I'm gonna come," I said, more slurring the words than speaking them. Stephie pushed Char asside and quickly sat up. She yanked my cock out of her with one hand and pulled Char down toward it with the other. Char twisted around and they both faced me. My come erupted out into the glowing light of the magic bed and I heard their panting from wide open mouths as the hot sticky streams of it sprayed out across their faces. I would give anything to see that again — it was so beautiful! — but alas no pictures were taken; it's only memories now. But the memory of it is pleasure enough. There were four hands on me, stroking me, tickling my balls, jerking me from root to tip as the ejaculation sprayed out of me. I felt a mouth close around the end of my cock and a ropey spurt shot out into whoever it was that held me inside them. Then she was pulled off and the other one took me in, gathering up the last tangy jets of come from the dying throbs of my orgasm. I grunted out my clumsy ecstasy, and the sound of it seemed to urge them onward even more. They were both whimpering and fighting over my cock, rubbing it all over their lips and faces, kissing it and sucking on its hot little head until I could stand no more and I had to push them away. I flopped down onto the bed between them and felt four tits pressed into my body. Two mouths were kissing me and hands were all over me. I kissed them back and forth, turning my head this way and that, trying to harvest as much pleasure as I could get, and after a while I lost track of who was who. Stephie was talking in this high cute little girl voice and she could have passed for Charlotte in a heartbeat. It was almost scary. The next thing I knew there was a mouth on my cock again, and another was kissing me. It was a dizzying combination of pleasures that had me squirming and writhing beneath them, moaning mindlessly into the kiss while my cock was sucked and licked and slobbered over by the girl below. Then the girl went down to tongue my balls and there were sudden three hands on my cock, stroking it and tugging at it until I was delirious with the ecstasy of it. A mouth was on my sweetly ticklish balls, and three wet slippery hands were running up and down my cock. It was beyond incredible. More intense sexual pleasure than any sixteen year-old's probably ever felt. Then one of them mounted me, dragging her reluctantly squeezing snatch down over my manhood like a hot wet glove that was a couple sizes too small. I knew it could only be Charlotte. Stephie on the other hand, straddled my face and wound her pelvis in slow circles above me, while I worked her over with my tongue. I felt the moves from the body fucking my cock, and I felt the moves from the one above me. Their moans were muffled and their bodies were off-center. I heard the sounds of hands sliding against skin. It was a delicious moment but at the time I was too enthralled to know the full details of what was going on. I only knew that I was being used for pleasure by two women who understood that pleasure purely for the sake of it was the best possible outcome of sex. The girl on my cock fucked me harder, nearing an orgasm that would no doubt finish me off as well, and the girl on my face picked up her pace in turn, perhaps sensing that we were all near our completion. Sure enough the pussy impaled on my cock surrendered first, and exploded into a squealing and grinding orgasm that knocked me right over the edge with her. I was suddenly shooting upward into her churning and fluttering pussy and the girl on my face, hearing our delighted moans, gave in as well. Her pussy poured down a streaming flow of juices that oozed out across my tongue, and trickled down my chin. I ground my tongue against her, and felt the tremors of climax vibrating inside her. It was gorgeous. Moments later the two of them were collapsing down onto the bed beside me, and I found myself sandwiched between two post-orgasmic, panting beauties. Three heartbeats pounded as fast as they could go, and our three voices sighed, whimpered, and moaned almost in unison. It was more glorious than I'll ever deserve my whole life. Eventually someone spoke. It turned out to be Charlotte, from the right side of me. I was now drunk with fatigue as well as lust and emotion, but I managed to make out what she was saying. "That was totally absolutely incredible." Her mom was silent. So was I. "I've been in threesomes before," Charlotte said, "but that was incredible." "Now you know why men love 'em so much," Stephanie commented, running a finger tip around on my chest and stomach, playing in the sweat she found there. "Well I don't think I'll ever prefer women - not by a long shot, but it sure is nice once in a while." "I can see why guys can't get enough of you. You're stunningly sexy. Stunningly!" Now Charlotte was silent. I got a sense of the awkwardness they must have been feeling. It was in their tones, and in how carefully they chose their words. A mom and her daughter had just had sex with the same man, at the same time, naked together and wallowing in the raw, naked lust of fucking a man for all he was worth and coming, without shame. It had to be weird no matter how sexually open you were. "Are you guys gonna be okay about all this tomorrow?" I asked. "I mean, it's one thing to go nuts with lust in the middle of the night, but it's another thing when you gotta face the person the next day, and for the rest of your lives." "You got a wise man here, Charlotte," Stephanie said. "Personally, I don't think this will be a regular thing, or anything, but I don't think I'll regret it. The sex was wonderful, and that's all that matters." "You've got a wise girlfriend too, Anthony," Stephanie added. "Gimme a hug, Char. We'll just put little Stephie on the shelf for a while and say it was really her all along." "Sounds good to me," Char said. Then Char launched into a fairly long tirade about how she felt about what had just happened. Unfortunately both me and Stephanie fell asleep in the middle of it. Stephanie fell asleep to the left of me, hugging my body with post-coital affection, and I fell asleep hugging both of them, with my head turned to nuzzle against Charlotte's. I can only assume that eventually Charlotte fell asleep as well, though I don't know how long she talked before she did. I vaguely recall her reaching down across my body to fondle and stroke my dick. I was too far gone to know if it really happened or not though, or if it was just my imagination. ------- Chapter 26: Morning After Ronald walked in on us like that the next morning, and just stood there with a puzzled look on his face. I had been lightly dozing a bit, with my eyes sort of open, but not really, and I saw him come in and stand there looking down at the three of us with a mixture of surprise, curiosity and lust. Then he nodded his head, ran out the door, and came back with a digital camera. He took a whole string of photos of us from various angles, and I could tell he was going for fairly artistic-looking shots. I just laid there pretending to be asleep, feeling a deep sense of awe about the absolute purity of his love for his wife and daughter. He walked in and saw them both in bed with me, snuggling up like I was the most precious thing on earth, and all he saw was beauty. He was definitely one self-assured man. After he left, I opened my eyes and glanced around at the scene he had seen. There was dried sex caked on their tummies and hips, and all over my stomach and pubic hair. Their hair was all disheveled and their mouths were slightly open, as though waiting for the next cock. I smiled up at the canopy of fabric above Charlotte's bed and faded back into sleep. When I woke up Stephanie was gone, and Charlotte was sitting at her desk, touching up her makeup. She had already showered and was dressed for the day. I felt lazy and well-fucked, and wanted nothing more than to lay in bed all day, but I forced myself to get up. "Hey, sleepyhead," Charlotte said, smiling over at me. "You look like you had a rough night." "Rough? No. It was the best night of my life - ever. No exaggeration." "It gets better," she said. "I promise. Now go take a shower so I can give a nice good morning blow-job to the man I love." I flopped back down onto the bed in ecstasy. "I'm in heaven!" I said. "I swear to god!" "You are heaven," Charlotte corrected me. Then she turned back to the mirror and made kissy faces at herself, checking her lipstick. "You're gorgeous," I told her. "My beautiful gorgeous girlfriend." "Thanks," she said. "Now scoot! I'm getting hungry for cock over here." "Where are your parents?" "Mom's over in the bedroom, giving dad his good-morning blow-job. Any more dumb questions?" "No, ma'am!" I grinned, and ran out the door to head for the shower. Sure enough, Stephanie Lawsen was on her knees before her man, sucking lovingly on his cock while he sat in a comfortable-looking chair beside the fireplace. He actually looked a little comical sitting there with his maroon-colored flannel pajama bottoms around his ankles, but his stunningly gorgeous wife more than made up for any lack of sex appeal the scene might have had. I moved on toward the shower. I got a nice good morning blow-job myself, and was incredibly gratified by it. It wasn't so much the heart-stopping beauty of the girl doing it, it wasn't so much my love for her, or the exquisite pleasure she was giving me first thing in the morning, full of all her love and adoration of me. Mostly I felt good because with Stephanie Lawsen doing the exact same thing in the other room, I began to feel like part of the family. I swore to myself that I would marry this girl, and then I was coming into her hot and gulping little mouth. We ate a hearty breakfast, and I invited Charlotte over to meet my mom. We had the whole afternoon to kill before our meeting with Sheila, so there was no hurry. I did phone my mom and tell her the good news - Charlotte and I had officially tied the unofficial knot, dating. She told me she was happy for us, but there was a tone of reservation in her voice that suggestion she thought it was perhaps going a little too fast. I told her Charlotte would be over later to meet her, and she would see for herself how wonderful she is. After that, Charlotte gave me a tour of the lower floor of her house, and this was truly where the center of the house was. It was huge! There was a full gym with weights and treadmills and all sorts of exercise equipment in one corner. There was a Jacuzzi, a pool table, and a fully-stocked bar. There was a full home theater set-up with a giant screen TV, surrounded by three full-length couches. Then of course there was a bed in the far corner, set in front of a false window, with a dresser beside it. "This is no doubt where the sex scenes took place," I said, picturing myself fucking Charlotte on that bed. "The sex scenes take place everywhere, all over the house, and even in the back yard if the weather's right. We've got a pool back there." "I might have guessed." "Let me show you the studio." She took me to a heavy, sound-proof door and tugged it open with two hands. Inside was a whole mess of electronic equipment. There were monitors, mixing boards, synthesizers, computer keyboards, and speakers all over the place. Behind that was another door, this one leading into an audio recording studio with a rather expensive-looking microphone dangling from a boom stand. There was a video monitor hanging from the ceiling in one corner. "This is where the voice-overs are done," Charlotte said. She stepped up to the microphone, pulled a pair of headphones on, and began making the most gorgeous fuck faces and noises I'd ever heard, other than during actual sex that is. My cock was instantly at full staff. "Uh! Ooh. Fuck me, baby. Deeper! Yes! Oh, your cock feels so good inside me. Oh gawd!" She trailed off into panting and moaning and if I would have closed my eyes right then I would have sworn she was getting fucked by somebody. It was downright inspiring. "My god," I said. "Can I fuck you right here and now. Please!" "That good, huh?" she said. "It's so good, it's gonna make me wonder if you're faking when we really are making love." "Take my word for it," she said, stepping up to grab my cock through my pants. "There's not a woman alive who would need to fake anything with this thing." "Can I please fuck you?" I said again, now even more excited. "Please!" "No silly," Charlotte answered. "It's not allowed, remember?" "Damn!" I replied. "Let's go upstairs then." Charlotte looked over through the glass window, unzipped my fly and pulled my cock out. "Doesn't look like anyone's around right now," she said. "Just don't scream or anything." Then she dropped to her knees, and let me tell you, she literally went nuts on my cock. Completely nuts, like she had a gun to her head and had to get me off in under thirty seconds or something. She was grunting and gasping and gobbling my cock, bobbing her head up and down on it like she was at a rock concert or something, banging to the beat of the music. He tongue swirled wildly around it as well, and she was sucking on it like she meant to pull the skin right off. She succeeded in her quest for a speedy load. Within half a minute I was spurting out into her mouth with a strangled grunt, and a half-laugh. She took it all, without losing a single tell-tale drop, and swallowed it down with a sly little wink. She knelt down there, looking up at me as she licked my cock clean of every last stray dribble of come, slithering her tongue all around it in sexy little swirls that made my knees go weak just looking at her. I decided once again that she was definitely the most beautiful girl on earth. I was of course biased at the time. Charlotte Lawsen gives fantastic head. She got up and kissed me deeply. "That, my dear, is why you love me so damn much," she announced. I was a little too dazed to formulate a reply, so I just nodded stupidly in agreement. So much for male dominance. She zipped up my fly and patted the contented little pet with her hand. "Nothing like delicious cock at your very beck and call," she said. "Let's get going." She let out that gorgeous little half-giggle I loved so much and then we left. ------- Chapter 27: Drawing Hearts As we arrived at my house, I felt like we had some how come full circle. It was actually less than a week ago that she'd first walked up the sidewalk to my front door and I'd let her in. That was the day we'd had our first sex. It seemed like so long ago now. We had been through so much together since then. It felt like we were both totally different people than we had been back then. I now knew so much more about her. I felt so much more for her. It was incredible. We entered the house and mom met us in the hall way. "So this is Charlotte." "Yes. Hello, Mrs. Mitchell. I just wanted to tell you that you have the most wonderful son in the world." Mom and I laughed at that. We laughed because that's what mom herself always told me whenever I'd done something to make her proud. Charlotte had somehow fluked it, and it came across as incredibly charming. "I can see I'm gonna like this one," mom said. She took Charlotte's arm and led her into the house. I followed them around from room to room and listened to them chatting away like old friends. I felt incredibly proud of both my mom and Charlotte. They were both so cool, and they seemed to get along famously, playing off each other with quips and giggles that filled the house with feminine magic. "Well, Anthony. I don't think you need me to tell you how wonderful this girl is. She's smart. She's funny. She's a real knock-out too. You better hang on to her. I'm sure there will boys lining up to take your place if you don't." Charlotte and I smirked a little at that. She would probably be fucking a few of these boys in the line, even without me "letting go of her". It was strange to think about that. It wasn't something mom needed to know though. "What do your parents do, Charlotte?" "They're in the movie business. My dad's a producer, and my mom's an actress. They're quiet successful." "My, my. That sounds exciting. Are you planning on taking up acting one day?" "I doubt it. I'd think I'd rather get into the travel industry, helping people see the world." "That would be wonderful. I've always wanted to travel." The conversation went on like that, but I lost focus on it. I was sitting there staring blatantly at Charlotte's beautiful ass, filling up with lust for her. I wondered if I could sneak a quick one in with her while my mom was in another room. I needed it bad all the sudden. "What kind of movies do your parents make?" mom asked. Without batting an eyelash Charlotte answered, "Oh, they make adult films. It's a huge industry." A thick heavy silence descended on the room, as my mom tried to figure out if Charlotte was joking. I coughed, almost spitting out the cracker I'd been eating. "Adult films?" mom asked. "Yes. I don't usually tell people about it, but with Anthony and I dating now, I'm sure you would have found out eventually." I cringed. "I see..." mom said. "So you're saying they make pornographic movies and such?" "Some of them are. Some of them are more classy stuff. It's nothing perverted, don't worry." Charlotte was being so nonchalant about it, but mom was obviously stricken with shock and horror that her son was dating the daughter of a porn producer and actress. For the first time I actually thought that Charlotte had done something really dumb. She looked from me to my mom, suddenly feeling a little uneasy. "You should meet my parents. There's nothing to worry about. You'll see." "I hope not," mom said. Oh god. It was all over. I could hear it in her tone of voice. Mom had just lost all the respect she'd had for Charlotte, and now I would be forever caught between them as they battled about the morality of the porn industry. Mom was somewhat old-fashioned as you can guess, not rigidly so, but enough to make the Lawsen's career choice a problem. "Mom, I know what you're thinking, and I understand how you feel, but just remember that she's the same girl you were getting along so well with a few minutes ago, right?" "I suppose so," mom replied. "It is a little shocking though, don't you think? I mean I didn't expect people like that to be sending their children to public schools with everyone else." "Mom!" Charlotte brow darkened. She was obviously upset now too, but she said nothing. "Well I don't mean it like that," mom continued. "I just thought that there were special schools for kids with parents like that... or something." "Special schools?" Charlotte asked. She was crossing her arms now, and I was getting even more edgy. "Well I don't mean special schools. I just mean different schools." "You're saying I'm not good enough to go to school with your son?" "No, she doesn't mean that. Don't say that, Char. I'm sorry, mom." "Anthony! Do not apologize for me. I haven't done anything wrong." Her tone of voice had a bite in it. She was fuming inside. I was cringing more now, definitely caught in the cross-fire. "He was only trying to be polite," mom said. "He doesn't need to answer for me, or apologize for me. I stand by my parents. I'm proud of them. I don't care what anybody thinks or says. They are successful. They are decent and honorable people, and they pay their taxes just like everyone else. We don't need anyone looking down on us just because we don't hold to some antiquated notions of morality the religious elite thrust upon the ignorant masses thousands of years ago." "Charlotte, let's discuss this another time, shall we? I think we all need to just calm down here for a bit." "I'm perfectly calm," my mother said. "So am I," Charlotte answered. And then she walked out. "Charlotte, wait! Ah, mom, did you have to get into all this with her? Could you just be cool about it?" "I'm sorry," mom said, but she didn't seem very sorry. I ran out the door to catch Charlotte. She was halfway down the street before I caught up with her. She didn't stop when I called out to her, so I finally grabbed her arm and spun her around. "Charlotte, I'm sorry." She shook my hand off of her arm and kept walking, without even looking at me. "What for? You didn't do anything." "I'm sorry my mom has to be an old fuss-pot like that. It's just how she was raised. You could have handled it a little better though, don't you think?" "I think I handled it just fine!" "If you had, things wouldn't have gone that far." "So what were you gonna do, just sweep me under a rug to protect your dear old mother from being offended by my family?" "Of course not! That's not fair, Charlotte." "There's a reason why I've never had a boyfriend until now, and you've just reminded me of exactly what it is." I stopped in my tracks, stunned all of the sudden by her bitter jab. She kept walking. I just stood there in a panic. Was she suddenly having regrets about our brand new relationship? Already!? "You said you loved me!" She slowed to a stop and turned, looking down at the street. Then she slowly turned her face up to look at me. There were at least a half dozen different emotions fighting to lay claim to the expression on her face. Eventually disappointment won out, and that one hurt me most of all. "I didn't do anything wrong," I said. "I love you." She stood there thinking for what felt like far too long. "I'm sorry," she said finally. "I'm just upset right now. I wanna go home." "I'll drive you." "No. I'll walk. Just call me later." Then she turned and walked away. I just stood there watching her until she disappeared around a corner several blocks down. I wanted to chase her down and apologize. And then I wanted to chase her down and yell at her. And then I wanted to just say fuck it all and never talk to her again. But that idea burned in my guts like hellfire; apparently I really did love her. I stood there on the sidewalk in front of some guy's house for the longest time. I didn't know what to think or how to feel. I couldn't see anything that either of them had really done wrong. My mom was just who she was, and Charlotte was just who she was. They had just clashed. It would have been so much easier if I could blame someone for what had happened. I couldn't though and that really sucked. Damn it! There we were acting like a couple of stupid teenagers again, after having such an incredible night of mind-blowing sex. Everything had been so perfect, and now it was all shot to hell. I decided there was nothing for me to do but go home. I had an intense knot in my stomach. I felt awful. I went into my room and went straight to bed, not really sleeping, but just laying there wondering how I would patch things up with her. I wanted to call her but didn't. She said she would call me. If she didn't call, that was probably my answer right there. If she didn't call, there was nothing to patch up. Hours passed and I didn't hear from her. I lay in my bed all night, worrying, trying to talk myself out of the worst-case scenarios going through my head, but not having much luck. I couldn't eat. I couldn't sleep. I didn't want to leave the house or talk to anyone on the phone in case she called. It was pretty sad and pathetic, but that's the way love goes, when things go bad. I lay there thinking about maybe just letting her go, but one simple little image kept coming back to my mind. She'd been lying beside me with her head on my stomach after going down on me in her bed, and she was drawing little hearts in the sweat on my stomach. It tickled, and I tensed up, but she just smiled at me and drew another one. I stared down at her, feeling like a king as her beautiful golden hair spilled down across my hip. If I let her go, that beautiful little moment would only be a memory, and not part of my world for the rest of my life. I finally fell asleep at around one o'clock in the morning, with a pencil in my hand, and my face against a poem I'd been trying to write. I still hadn't heard from her. Things got worse when she called the next day. She told me that she'd gotten a ride home from an old fling of hers. She told me that they had started kissing in the front seat of his car. "You kissed him!?" "That's not the worst part, Anthony. I've got some bad news." "What bad news?" "Well, after we'd been kissing for a while, he asked if he could take me to his house, and well, I just sorta said yes." "And what happened at his house?" "You need to ask, Anthony?" She sounded genuinely upset. I just felt dazed. "Just tell me what happened. At least I won't have to wonder." "I slept with him. He... we... in his bed. I feel like shit. I'm sorry." "And that's why you never called me? You were fucking him all night?" "Um, it only lasted like thirty seconds actually." She almost giggled, but cut it off before it began. "But it still happened." "Yes, it happened. It was shitty, lousy, worthless sex, but it happened. The fuckin' little knob was all tryna talk like he was hot shit, like he was gonna rock my world, and he fuckin' came in like three strokes. It was pitiful. I was like, 'Ooh, yeah! There it is! It's in. Now fuck me good, baby. I wanna-' and then he was done. I was like, what the fuck!?" Did I really wanna hear all these details? I was simultaneously elated and in agony at the same time. I felt like I'd been kicked in the fucking face. It felt absolutely horrible. But at the same time, I felt proud and self-satisfied that I'd been able to fuck her ass off repeatedly, and all he gave her was three strokes, and she knew it. I could almost hear her squirming in her seat over there. But what good was pride, when you'd been snaked? It was a hollow victory, if it was a victory at all. "Anthony? You still there?" "I thought we were supposed to talk about these things before you did that?" "I'm sorry, okay! What do you want me to say? I told you I was a slut!" And then she added, "Maybe this was all a big mistake." "What the cheating, or the relationship?" "The relationship." Suddenly I panicked. Suddenly I was on the verge of losing everything I had with her. I tried my best to sound calm, but all I could think about was losing the little hearts she'd drawn on my tummy while we laid in her bed. "Don't say that, Char," I replied. "You know that's not true." "Maybe it is true. I don't know, you know? All I know is that I had sex with Trevor Miller yesterday afternoon. It was shitty sex, but it still felt good to be slutty and free again, the same old me, just doing a guy just because he had a hard on for me. But then I felt bad about it afterwards. What the fuck!? I'm not supposed to feel bad about having sex! I'm supposed to be a free and easy slut! That's who I am." "Are you sure?" "No! If I was sure, I wouldn't be feeling bad about this at all! What the hell is wrong with me? I hate this!" "You told him we were dating now?" "Yes, and I told him we'd gotten in our first fight. That's when he started kissing me. It just felt really nice, you know, after all that stress. So when he invited me back to his place I just went for it. Trevor didn't do anything wrong. I didn't do anything wrong! It's this relationship that the problem." Trevor had done something wrong, though. He'd snaked me, taking advantage of her when she was emotionally vulnerable. She had let him take advantage of her though, freely and easily, as though I didn't even exist. It's not like he raped her or anything. She just threw herself at him, and he was there to catch her, on his scrawny little cock. I didn't want to think anything bad of Charlotte. I wanted to just block everything out and just blindly trust that she would be mine forever, but reality was weighing me down from that dream like a lead balloon. My heart was breaking. Maybe mom was right. And there was Charlotte drawing hearts on my tummy again, and the ugly weight of reality was tearing me in half as I tried to lose myself in that beautiful vision once more. "Well, I disagree," I said. "I think this relationship is awesome. Well, it was up until yesterday anyway. But I don't think I'll be able to convince you of that. I'm too fucked up right now. Maybe you should talk to your mom." "My mom would agree with me!" "So talk to her then, if you're so sure." "I will. See you later." Her voice was so cold right then that it was almost like she had no feelings for me at all. She even hung up after the first good-bye. I went to my room and lay on my bed, scared and confused. And then I turned over, hugged my pillow, and quietly cried myself to sleep. A long while later my mom knocked on my bedroom door. "Charlotte's here. I'm going out to the grocery store. I'll be back at six." I leapt out of bed and was at the door within seconds. I swung it open and saw her there, staring up at me with dark eyes, sunken inward from too much crying. Her hair was damp, as though she'd gotten out of a fast shower, and she had no makeup on, but she still looked absolutely radiant, beautiful beyond words. My heart went out to her, wanting to hold her and just make everything better. She whispered my name. Her lip trembled. I opened the screen door and stepped closer to her. Her mom was sitting in one of their convertibles out on the front street. There were thick, heavy storm clouds in the sky, making the evening seem darker that it really was. There was no storm though, just a distant rumbling. "Anthony, I'm so sorry," she said. Then she grabbed me all of the sudden, with all her strength, and just bawled like a baby. I didn't know what to think. Were we over? Were we back together? What was happening? "It's my mom," Charlotte said. "She told me how totally stupid I'm being, selfish and immature and stupid, and that I'm gonna lose the greatest guy in the whole world over one little fight and a cheap fling with a two-face snake. I shouldn't have even gotten in his car. The whole thing was a mistake. Oh, god, I love you so much, Anthony. Can you ever forgive me? I swear I'll never fuck around again. I swear! Please say you forgive me, or I'll die." Holy fuckin' shit! My brain bent, trying to comprehend this new turn of events. My entire nervous system went into a silent riot, but mostly there were just beautiful tingles in my tummy. I held her for a long time before speaking. I loved holding her. It made my universe feel centered again. I loved it so damn much after that whole ordeal that I had trouble formulating a reply. "Don't die, Charlotte my love. I forgive you. I barely even remember what exactly you did that was so wrong. I think going through all this has made me love you even more." I felt Charlotte's tears against my neck. Her sobbing was making her body jiggle against mine. I just wanted to hold her like that forever and ever. "You are so the best, Anthony. I don't deserve you. I'm so sorry. I'll pull my own heart out and give it to you if you ask me too, just don't ever stop loving me." "I won't." "I love you so much, Anthony. I'm so sorry. Please don't ever let me go." She was talking in circles, like a little girl who'd lost her favorite dolly and was panicked she'd never see it again. "I love you too, Charlotte, and I always will." "Mom said you say that. How come she can see how incredible you are and I couldn't?" I didn't have an answer. I just kissed her. From the street her mom waved, started up the car, and drove away. There was another distant rumbling in the sky, further away this time. Thank you Stephanie Lawsen, I prayed silently in my heart. Thank you. The love we made that afternoon was beyond anything we'd experienced so far. Having faced the loss of all we had together, and recovered, we clung to one another until our very hearts were fused. Charlotte didn't even orgasm once. She just rocked my world with her sweet body. Tears flowed freely down her face, dropping onto my chest from above as she stroked herself up and down me, catching the explosion of my love deep inside her with an expression of delirious awe on her face. There was so much fear, and regret, and gratitude, and desperate desire in her eyes, I almost died right there. We kissed and made up, for a good hour after the sex was done. We cuddled and fawned over one another, and whispered those sweet nothings you always hear people talking about. Finally my mom returned from her shopping. We got ourselves dressed again and headed out to meet her. "Hello, Charlotte," my mom said without emotion. Charlotte stood beside me as my mom put away the groceries. "Mrs. Mitchell?" Mom stopped, and looked at her. Charlotte's voice cracked as she spoke. "I'm so very sorry for how I behaved yesterday. What I said must have been a shock to you, and I acted very immaturely in confronting you about it right away. I can't change who I am though, and I can only hope you'll accept me as your son has. I love him with all my heart and I'll never do anything to hurt him, as long as I live." Mom looked at the floor for a long moment. Then she glanced back up at Charlotte. "Do you want a cookie, dear. I picked up some cookies from the store." The cookies were in the shape of little hearts. A smile spread across Charlotte's tear-streaked cheeks. "I'd love one," she said. And everything was okay again. ------- Chapter 28: Another Cherry "Hello, She," I said. "How's your bod?" "Better," she replied. "Can you hold on for thirty seconds while I switch phones?" "Sure," I said. I had all the time in the world in fact. I was sitting in the hallway on the floor, where I usually talk on the phone, and Charlotte was lying with her head on my lap, looking up at me with her shining blue eyes. I was softly stroking her cheek with one hand and her hair with the other. Her hand was behind me, up the back of my shirt, softly tickling my back with slow strokes of her fingertips. "I'm back. Mom! Can you hang up the other phone?" Her mom hung up the other phone. "What's up, Anthony?" Sheila asked. She sounded much more cheerful than she had the day before. "I've got some interesting news for you," I said. "Oh?" she replied. "Well, to put it bluntly," I began, "I'm no longer a single man." "Really?" she said. "Who's the lucky girl?" "I'm sure you can guess." "Well I know it's not me." "Who have I been spending a lot of time with lately?" "You're going steady with Charlotte Lawsen? Really?" "You guessed it," I said, lifting Charlotte's hand like a prized possession to give it a kiss. "I thought she didn't date the guys she fucks. I thought she was all about being free and easy. Uh, no offence." "She thought so too, I guess. It seems I've changed her mind to some degree." "Well you always were a charmer." "I suppose it got me a foot in the door at least." "Well you're a great guy, Anthony. I'm sure she sees that too." There was just the tiniest hint of sarcasm in her tone, and I wondered again whether she still had issues with Charlotte. "I'm sure she does. She's not a dumb girl," I replied. I kissed her hand once again. "So you're basically calling me to brag about landing the hottest girl in school?" "Well, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't proud of myself, but that's not the only reason I called. I also wanted to know if you're still up for doing this movie with us." "Of course," she said, without hesitation. "I was actually wondering when you were gonna call about it. We were supposed to get together tonight, weren't we?" "Yes. We're gonna head over to Charlotte's place. Are you pretty much ready to go?" "I've been ready all day." "Oh, sorry. I probably should have called. I had a bit of trouble to sort out earlier." "So you're on your way, or what?" "I'll be out of here in about ten minutes. See you then." "Should I bring anything?" she asked. "Nah. Just come," I said with a smile. "How did I know you'd say that? Smart-ass." "See you soon, She." "Bye-bye, Charlotte's boyfriend." "Now who's being a smart-ass?" "What? That's who you are, isn't it? I'm just trying to get used to it." "Me too, I guess. It's only been since last night." "Was it all romantic and shit?" "It was," I said with a phony love-sick sigh. "Well, at least one of us has a love life, and as usual it's not me." "Maybe I can get Char to hook you up with Doug Devone," I said. Charlotte raised an eyebrow. I covered the phone and told her Sheila was a big fan. "Oh, god," Sheila whimpered. "Don't even tease me like that, you cruel bastard." "Just kidding. Sorry." "Okay, I'm gonna go masturbate now. Thanks for soaking my panties right through, Ant." "So you are feeling better than?" I asked. "Very much. I was actually able to watch my movies again this afternoon without aching pain shooting through my crack." "So you'll be ready for Doug when you meet him then?" Charlotte giggled. Her breasts jiggled nicely. Her bra was still lying on my bedroom floor where she'd dropped it earlier. "Anthony, you're being mean," Sheila chided me. "You go ahead and masturbate. Get it out of your system. I'll give you twenty minutes instead of ten, okay?" "Thanks," she said. Then we said good-bye, and hung up for real this time. I had ulterior motives for offering the extra time. The motivation was lying in my lap. I got up, took Charlotte by the hand and led her back to my bedroom. "Again, sweetie?" she asked. "Yes, please." I'd gotten painfully erect staring at her breasts while we talked on the phone, and I needed a quickie. Hopefully my mom would give us a bit of privacy. Once in the bedroom, I grabbed Charlotte from behind and pressed my hands to her breasts. My erection pressed into her ass, and she murmured softly to herself. She turned her face back to kiss me and I stood there fondling her, all over the front of her body. "I'm not too much for you, am I?" I asked. "I like pleasing you. I'm here for you anytime you want it, baby. I'm all yours." "Tell me you love me, Charlotte. I love hearing it." She kissed my face a moment more and then sucked on my ear lobe a bit. Then she whispered into my ear with trembling breath, "I love you, Anthony, champion of my heart, lord of my body, master of my soul." All I could do was release another love-sick sigh, a real one. All my eloquence had melted away in an instant. I kissed her deeply again, but somehow the kiss wasn't enough. My heart was pounding with love for her, and my mind had gone all mushy again. I felt so unworthy. Her hands reached back to fondle my cock, and I began undoing her pants. I slid them down off her ass and she pulled mine down as well. I kissed her neck, pressed my cheek into her shoulder, and ran my hands hungrily up and down her beautiful feminine form. "Put it in me, Anthony," she whispered. Her breathing had quickened and she was trembling a bit. I reached down and took my cock in hand. I slid it down the cleavage of her backside and found heated wetness between her thighs. She arched her back, angling her vulva backward toward me, and I pressed my erection forward. It slid into the wet crevice of her labia and brushed passed her sweet vaginal opening. I felt it open a bit as it passed, hoping to receive me, but the angle was wrong. I pressed downward on her back and she bent over at the waist, dropping her hands to my bed and arching her back to thrust her vulva provocatively backward at me. I gave another forward push and in it went, forcing its way into the liquid squeeze, sliding in through the slippery opening and diving as deeply as it could go in the first thrust. Charlotte moaned softly. "God damn," she said. "I'll never get sick of how good that feels going in like that." I pulled her labia apart with my thumbs, widening the slippery little entrance a bit. Her labia were not as wet as her vagina was and I was only able to plunge it all the way in by pulling them aside. It went in to the very bottom and I let go again, allowing her womanhood to relax around me, as much as it could. It was stretched tightly around my width, and she was panting now with the intensity of it. I honestly have no idea how it felt for her. I can only assume she was loving it - just putting it inside her seemed to have driven her wild. It was in to the very bottom of her, but there was still another inch or so of me on the outside of her. I thrust forward until my belly slapped into her ass, sheathing the rest of myself inside her with great force. I was now buried to the hilt of my cock inside her and was stretching her depth as well as her width. "Uh!" was pretty much all she said. I took her by the hips and began stroking myself in and out of her, pulling it all the way out, pushing it back in, and then thrusting forward to gain that extra inch in the very bottom of her. She grunted wantonly each time, trying her best to keep from screaming, and I could feel her internal muscles reacting to my onslaught. I fucked her like that for several minutes, slowly but forcefully, and though I loved hearing her verbal encouragements, urging me on, deeper, harder, faster, telling me how incredible I was, eventually her brain shut right down and she fell into simply babbling incomprehensible gibberish that I could only interpret as praise of my manhood. That was even better. I held onto her hips and pounded myself into her sweet shuddering ass, over and over again - her gorgeous, sexy, beautiful ass. Then I got one of my bright ideas again. "Charlotte, I wanna do your ass," I said, slowing my fucking to a conversational pace. "Can I?" She recovered some coherence and turned back to look at me. "I've never done that before," she replied. "Never?" I asked. "Never, out of two-hundred and fifty fucks?" "I've just never felt the desire to, and nobody ever asked." "You're serious?" I said. "I thought you'd be a veteran at that by now." "Nope. You can do it if you want to. You can be my first." "Are you sure?" I asked, with a broad grin. "If it pleases you, master, I wouldn't want to not do it. I'm sure it'll be painful, but I'll be brave for you." Master? Damn I love that girl. I got the feeling she was just teasing me talking like that, but damn it felt good. "There's not much time though, so you'd better hurry," Charlotte added. "I think I'll actually really like it. My ass is very sensitive. Any little touch turns me on." "Like this?" I asked, and gave her a stinging smack. She gasped, and her pussy clamped tightly around me in response. Sweet! "Oh god, yes!" she replied. Then she added, rather breathlessly, "Fuck my ass, master. Fuck my tight little virgin ass." "As you wish, little maiden" I said. It was easier said than done however. Her ass was way tighter than her pussy, and her pussy could barely contain me. I pulled my cock out and pressed it into her little pink orifice. It simply bent sideway and flipped upward across her tail bone I tried again, this time holding it by the very end, and thrusting firmly forward. It opened a little, yielding to the wetness on the head of my cock, but that was all we could manage. I even got down on my knees and began licking and tonguing it, which got an incredible reaction out of her, but it still didn't improve things. When I got back up to slide it in again, it barely opened enough to receive the very tip. "Do you have any lube?" she asked. "Like what?" "I don't know, anything." "Not that I know of." Charlotte thought about it for a moment, and then reached into her purse on the bed in front of her and passed me back a small tube of lip balm. "Here, try this," she said. "It's made partly of Vaseline. It might work." I took it, and began smearing it around the head of my cock. It was more waxy than wet, but it seemed like it would do the trick. "Smear some in my ass too," she suggested. I wiped some around her rear opening and even poked a finger inside to smear a little bit around inside her. "That feels weird," she said, but her tone of voice showed no displeasure. Her ass was tight, tighter than a clenched fist, and I knew I'd never be able to get my cock in there without possibly injuring her, but I wanted to get some of it in at least. I wanted to be the first, at least at this. Meanwhile, poor Sheila was sitting over there at her house waiting for us. It had been twenty minutes already. I was finally lubed up as much as I could be, and her lip balm was complete used up. I only managed to get the last three inches of my cock waxed up, and the inside of her anal entrance, but that would have to do. I pressed it in again, and this time it entered easily. Well relatively easily anyway. I felt like I was being crushed by her, and she'd only taking the head so far. "Please relax if you can, Char," I said. "I'll try," she replied. "It's hard though. Your cock is so fucking big. My butt feels like it wants to push you out." I pushed forward and it sort of popped in all of the sudden, thrusting in a couple inches all at once, having gotten past the initial barrier. The ring of her anus was stretched to capacity though and she let out a pained whimper. "Ow, ow, ow! Owie, owie! Ouch!" she stammered. She was apparently in terrible pain but it was so damn cute I almost laughed. "Are you okay?" I asked, trying to be gallant about it, though I was almost delirious with pleasure. "Holy fuck that's big. Son-of-a-bitch!" Her voice was trembling with discomfort now. "Does it hurt?" My voice was trembling as much as hers, but more out of ecstasy than pain. I was very slowly stroking it in and out, feeling her tightly squeezing body deliciously resisting my penetration. "Yeah." "Sorry. Do you want me to stop?" "No. I want you to fuck me. It's your ass. Enjoy it." "I don't want to hurt you, though." "I'm a big girl. I'll heal." "I love you, Char. Seriously. You blow my mind!" "Save it for later, baby. This really hurts." "Oh. Sorry," I said, and then I resumed fucking, slowly in and out, trying to get a little deeper on each forward thrust. I even spit on the shaft of my cock where it was stretching open her struggling little asshole. This helped a bit but not much. It could only go in about half its length, and even that was terrible strain. Even if we had proper lube I don't think she could have handled it. She just wasn't physically big enough. It was heaven though, what I could access, and though she was in a lot of pain, she began pressing her ass back and forth to meet my strokes. I told her I loved her, and how incredible she was in every way, and she just nodded, gasping through clenched teeth. "Are you okay?" I asked again, genuinely concerned now. "Uh-yeah. Just hurry up and come, would you?" I actually found the strain her voice somewhat arousing I have to admit. I don't know why. I'm no sadist or anything, but for some reason the helpless whimpering she was making was turning me on full throttle. I picked up the pace a bit, hearing her whimper even more, and then, after ten or twelve more strokes in her hot little ass, I was there. To be completely honest, I didn't even last three minutes at it. I'd tried slowing down, I'd tried stopping completely a couple of times, but the sweet crush of her nether orifice was too much for me. It sucked the orgasm right out of me, completely obliviating my will to resist. I yanked myself out of her and began pumping out the ejaculation onto her sweetly swaying ass. I jerked my cock frantically, milking every last drop of it, and shot my stringy spunk out onto the little pink hand print that glowed on her right cheek. She simply stood there, panting with excitement, and dutifully allowing me to finish, waiting for the happily satisfied sigh I always give in the end. I gave the sigh and she slowly stood up again, turned around, and kissed me eagerly. She wiped the come from her ass with the towel we'd used to clean up earlier. Then she cleaned up my cock as well as she could and we discovered a bit of blood on it. "Ouch," I said, looking at her with apology in my eyes. "No wonder that fuckin' burned like it did," she answered. I smiled inwardly. I'd popped Charlotte's cherry - one of them at least, and now no other guy could say that. What an ego trip. There was more blood spilled across my penis. I'd made another woman my own. We pulled up our pants and underwear and sat down beside each other on the floor at the foot of my bed. She wrapped her arms lovingly around me, holding me tight. "So, how was it?" she asked. "Beautiful," I answered. "Tight enough for ya?" "Hell yeah. Too tight in fact. I couldn't even get it all the way in. How are you feeling?" "Pretty sore, but not as bad as when I popped my cherry." She giggled her sexy little half-giggle, and I kissed her on the cheek in appreciation. "That was some story alright." "Yeah, well, getting my ass fucked just now was a picnic compared to that." "I can't imagine." "Anyway, we'll definitely have to try the anal thing again when we have more time, and better lube." "Are you sure you can handle it? I mean, it doesn't look like it'll fit, even with lube." "I'll have to ask my mom about that. I know she does it with dad all the time. I'm just not sure how. He's at least as big as you are, if not bigger. I want you to be able to enjoy that properly whenever you want it. I wanna pleasure you with every inch of my body." "You're too much," I said. "Like I said, it's your ass, my love. They're your tits, your sweet little pussy, your mouth, lips, and tongue. All of me - I'm all yours, especially my heart." "You're too good to me." "What can I say? I'm a teenage girl in love, my first love. How could I offer anything less?" "I don't deserve you." "I wouldn't be so madly in love with you if you didn't." "But you still want to fuck other guys," I said, cautiously opening up that can of worms. Charlotte sighed, a long slow here-we-go-again kind of sigh. She didn't seem really angry or even annoyed, but I still cringed inwardly at the sound of it. "Anthony, you don't understand," she said, a little frustrated. "I want you to want me to fuck other guys. I want you to love me so completely that you even love me fucking other guys. Don't you get it? It's not fucking the other guys I want, for its own sake, it's your complete and total love for me, and mine for you that's the appeal." "I don't quite understand," I confessed. "I do love you totally and completely, but somehow I feel like seeing you fuck another guy would cheapen our love, making it less sacred or whatever." "I don't really know how to explain it," Charlotte said. "But I promise I won't sleep with anyone without your approval." Then she kissed me. "We'd better go," she said, and we did. She was limping a bit though, like she'd taken a good hard kick in the behind. I grinned at her and patter her affectionately on the bum. "My sweet little ass," I said. "Whenever you want it," she replied. ------- Chapter 29: Technically Speaking "What are we gonna do about Trevor?" I asked in the ride over to Sheila's house. "That's an awkward one," Charlotte answered, seeming a little uneasy all the sudden. "How do you feel about it?" "I feel like you just made a mistake there. You were all emotional and stressed out and you messed up. That's no problem. We've only been dating for fourteen hours. It does take some getting used to, but I can't help feeling like he took advantage of you, and totally disrespected me." "I guess it'll take a lot of guys some getting used to when they find out I'm taken, so to speak." "I think you'll figure out pretty quickly who really has respect for you and who doesn't," I said. "Probably," she answered. "I'd never really thought of it in terms of respect before. It was just fun, nobody was treating me like trash afterward, so I just sort of assumed everything was okay. They usually always stopped when I said no to them, so I gather I had some degree of respect." "Usually?" "Well there were a few guys who took some more forceful rejection to get them off me. A kick in the groin usually settled it. So far I've been pretty lucky. It very rarely got to that point. I very rarely said no, for that matter." "I guess from now on, you've got more reason to say no, at least until we discuss it. These poor guys will be a little disappointed that they can no longer drag you away for a quick fuck whenever they want it." "I just realized something, Anthony. When I say I still want to fuck other guys do you actually think I'm gonna go around fucking them all over the place, as long as you say it's okay?" "What do you mean?" I asked. "I mean, do you think I'm actually gonna be fucking guys all the time like I used to, anytime, anywhere, as long as you say it's okay?" "Well, yeah. That's how I figured it would work." "Oh my god! No, no, no, silly! That's not what I meant at all! No wonder you were worried." "Well what do you mean?" "I'm not gonna go around fucking guys behind your back like some sleazy ho, Anthony. Holy shit! Nobody would respect you. I didn't realize you thought that. When I said I was still gonna fuck other guys, I meant with you there." "With me there?" "Yeah. I'm not fucking other guys for me! I'm doing it for you. You know, performing for you. If you're not there watching me, I don't want to do it, unless you specifically ask me to I guess, but otherwise what's the point? It's you I love." I pulled the truck over to the side of the road and put it in park. Then I turned to face her. This was something we had to discuss. "But the way you said it made it sound like you wanted to fuck around all over the place, whether I was there or not." "Oh god no! What kind of slut do you think I am? I have more respect for you than that. I can't believe you agreed to that!" "I didn't really want to, but I'm so in love with you I couldn't say no. I just figured it was me who was wrong somehow." "Oh my god," she said. "You were ready to give up everything for me, even your own dignity, just to be with me?" "Yeah, I guess." "Don't ever do that again, Anthony," she said with all seriousness. "You deserve so much better." Now I was confused again. "But if I hadn't, we wouldn't be together right now." Charlotte didn't have an answer. She just looked me in the eyes and planted a sweet loving kiss on my lips. "You're some kind of wonderful, baby," she said. "I absolutely adore you. If I ever even think of letting you go, for any reason, I hope somebody bitch slaps me sideways." "Likewise," I said. "I still can't believe you thought that about me, and you still loved me. Please believe me, anything I ever do sexually will be out of love for you, no matter who it's with." "I don't know if I'd want to watch you fucking someone else though." Charlotte paused in thought, then she kissed me again. Then she opened her shirt and flashed her jiggling tits out at me. Oh my goodness! "You think I'm sexy, right? A seriously hot fuck who just rocks your world?" "Of course!" I said. Her breasts were dazzling - round globes of soft warm flesh, with dark pink nipples that just begged me to suck on them. She sat for the rest of the conversation with her shirt open, seemingly unconcerned that anyone who might walk by could see her naked chest in plain view. "So then, why wouldn't you want to watch me fucking? Sex is beautiful, Anthony. Whether it's you fucking me, or someone else, I'm still sexy as hell, and even more so when you realize that I'm not really thinking of this other guy, I'm really thinking of you. I'm really doing it to perform for you, and please you, because it's really you that I love." "But you'd still be getting pleasure from someone else's cock. I don't know if I can deal with that." "That's part of the turn on though, don't you see!? I'm getting pleasure from someone else's cock because I'm so damn sexy! I'm hot, and responsive, and eager to please and be pleased, and I'm all yours!" "But you're fucking someone else." "It's not like that, Anthony. Stop being so stubborn!" "I'm not trying to be stubborn. I'm honestly trying my best to understand." "Well here. Let me show you something," she said. She looked out the window and waited for someone to walk by. A young man walked by carrying a skateboard in one hand and a water bottle in the other. He looked to be about fifteen or so. "Excuse me," she said to him. His eyes widened at the sight of her. I could tell he thought she looked extremely hot. He hadn't even seen her breasts though. "Yes?" he said. "I'm having a bit of a debate with my boyfriend here," she told him. "I was just wondering if you could settle something for us." "What's that?" he asked. "Do you want to suck my tits for a few minutes?" She turned and showed him that her shirt was wide open. His jaw dropped. "Holy shit!" he said, looking around to see if anyone was coming. "Are you nuts?" "No," she replied. "I'm just trying to prove to my boyfriend that I'm sexy no matter who's doing it." "And you want me to suck those things?" "Will you? Please?" she said sweetly. "It'll really turn me on." I have to admit, she was turning me on as well with that sultry little seductress routine. The kid looked around again, and then stuck his head in the window and took my girlfriends nipple into his mouth. She gripped his head in her hand and her other breast in the other. A car drove by and honked at us. Holy shit indeed. I began to get an erection, and found that there was actually very little anger or jealousy stirred up in me by this situation. The kid's tongue snaked out and swirled around her nipple and his mouth sucked on them until they were wet slippery points sticking out at him. Charlotte reached over and felt the erection beneath the bulge in my pants. "See, what did I tell you?" she said. She patted my cock in triumph, and turned back to the guy with his face in her chest. "Okay, that's enough now, buddy," she told the kid. "I think I've proven my point." The kid popped off her nipple and wiped a little drool from his chin. "Thanks," he said, with a delighted grin, and then he dumped his skateboard onto the sidewalk, kicked it over onto its wheels, and skated away. "So have I proven my point?" "Somewhat," I admitted. "That's still only a relatively minor incident, and with a complete stranger. I don't know how I would feel about you going all the way with someone we know. Sorry, I'm just being honest. You were extremely beautiful there though, I must admit." She just sighed, not knowing what else to say. I still wasn't quite grasping her rationale, and she couldn't really explain it any clearer than that, so we were at a standstill. I put the truck back in gear and continued driving toward Sheila's. Charlotte buttoned up her top again, and straightened herself up. We were lost in thought for a few minutes. "I guess we'll figure it out as we go. Maybe my mom could explain it better. I had this same conversation with her years ago, and she convinced me beyond the shadow of a doubt that Daddy is the man she's totally and complete nuts in love over, even though she fucks other guys. It made perfect sense when she explained it." "There's Sheila," I said. We were pulling up in front of her house, and she was waiting out on her front steps. She saw me coming and walked toward the truck, tapping her finger on her wrist in a nonverbal rebuke. "Sorry," I said as she climbed in. "I took a little longer than I thought." Sheila raised her eyebrows at Charlotte. "Indeed," she said, with a knowing smile. "Hi, Sheila. I don't think we've ever officially met. I'm Charlotte Lawsen. I've heard a lot about you." Sheila took her hand, and shook it. "Likewise," she said. "So are you excited about making this movie?" "Totally," Sheila said. "I can hardly think of anything else." "Me neither. I've been as horny as a bitch in heat ever since we first talked about it. I can't wait to see the finished product." Sheila was quiet for a moment, and I could picture her exact thoughts: "I'm sure you were horny as a bitch in heat long before you came up with this idea," or something like that. She said nothing though, and Charlotte sat quietly as well. "Man, it smells like harsh lip-gloss in here," Sheila said eventually. I hadn't even noticed. Neither had Charlotte apparently. The van stank like the lip balm I'd used to fuck Charlotte's ass. It was all over my hands. I'd forgotten to wash up. Oops! Charlotte, realizing at the same time I did what Sheila was talking about let out a cute little half-giggle and turned a tad red in the face. "That's just my ass," I said, referring secretly to Charlotte's. Sheila chuckled at that and Charlotte gave me an elbow. "Someone's been kissing your ass, Anthony?" I didn't really want to get into the full details of it, but Charlotte beat me to it. "It's my ass, actually. We were out of lube, so we used lip balm. We just wanted to try it." Sheila was quiet, but I could see a wide look of surprise spread across her face. "I didn't realize you could use lip gloss for that sort of thing," she said. "It turns out you can't," Charlotte replied. "Especially with Anthony," Sheila added. "Bingo. We wanted to try it though. I'd never done that before." "Really?" Sheila said, trying unsuccessfully to mask her surprise. "Yeah. Anthony was pretty shocked too. He understands now though. I'm way too tight." Then she giggled again, and turned even redder. "I can't even begin to imagine that thing fitting in me, back there I mean," Sheila muttered, staring out the window. "Well I figured if Doug Devone can get it in some of these petite little ladies, it can't be that difficult. I was wrong apparently. There must be a trick to it." "Anthony tells me you're a fan of Doug's too, and you've actually met him." She put a bit of emphasis on the word met, and Charlotte glanced over at me. "How much did you tell her?" "I gave her the gist of it," I said. "Did he tell you I gave Doug Devone's some nice tasty head a couple of times?" "Lucky bitch," Sheila said with half a laugh. "Doug is insanely sexy. Even more so in person I think." "Does he come over to your place often?" "Every month or so, unless he's in one of my dad's movies, then he's over there pretty much every day all day." "Do you need a roommate?" "I can introduce you to him if you want." "I'd be too embarrassed. That guy gets me so totally wet, just thinking about him. I can't imagine meeting him in person." Their conversation was bright and animated now, and I was glad to see them getting along so well. "Yeah. I'm like that too. He must think I'm this fluffy little air-head, swooning over him every time I'm in the same room as him. He's a nice guy though. He doesn't tease." "I bet your oral skills had something to do with that," I commented. "I guess. He can't really think I'm that innocent, giving head the way I do." "So what was it like? Sucking his cock, I mean," Sheila asked. "Well once you get past the whole celebrity factor, he's no more sexy than our dear Anthony here." "Anthony is a sexy one, I'll give him that. But since you've already snagged him, I'll have to settle for Doug." Charlotte laughed out loud. "You're crazy, Sheila! I love it. You're so cool!" "Thanks," Sheila said. I could tell she was a lot more flattered than she let on though. "I can see why Anthony loves you so much," Charlotte added. Sheila paused in thought, looking down at her hands as she fiddled with a piece of thread hanging off of her shirt. "Well we've got something special, me and him. How long have we been friends now, Ant? Ten years?" "Ant?" Charlotte said. "That's so cute!" "He was a shrimpy little kid. I used to call him Ant, and I guess the name stuck." "You should talk about being shrimpy, Chicken Legs," I threw in. "Chicken Legs?" Charlotte said. "Yup. That's what they used to call me." "I feel left out. I don't have a nick-name." "Sure you do," Sheila said. "You're Charlotte 'The Slut' Lawsen." Charlotte and I froze in shock for a moment. Then we both burst out laughing when we realized Sheila was only teasing. "I fucking love this girl, Ant," Charlotte said. "She's hilarious!" "No offense," Sheila said. "Oh don't be silly," Charlotte replied. "I know I'm a slut. It doesn't bother me. I actually like it. No rules, no inhibitions. It's sexy." "Cool," Sheila said, and I could tell she had just developed a ton of respect for Charlotte from that one little sentence. Sheila had been battling with her own inhibitions for years. "We're here," I said. I parked my truck and we got out next to the shiny red sports cars. Sheila gaped at the house without a hint of subtlety. "Fuck me," she said. "I'm gonna become a porn star when I grow up!" Charlotte laughed again. We walked to the front door and headed in. "Daddy, I'm home!" Charlotte announced. "Daddy? Mom?" There was no answer. "I wonder if they're downstairs," Charlotte said. "They might be working." "Working?" Sheila asked. "Seriously? Now?" "Sure. You wanna take a peek?" "Are we allowed?" "As long as you don't distract the actors, or disrupt a scene. You've gotta be quiet as a mouse." "Let's go take a peek." We went downstairs and sure enough there was sex going on. We stopped at the bottom of the stairs and watched from there. Nobody even noticed us. A well-built, well-hung, and handsome man who I'd never seen before was fucking an equally well-stacked and gorgeous young woman while Charlotte's mom lay asleep on the bed beside them. It seemed like they were attempting to have sex quietly, so as not to wake her. Mr. Lawsen was beside the camera, watching, thinking, studying, and occasionally giving them voice cues. 'Move your leg a bit, Dana. Slow down, John. Swing left, Gord.' "Doesn't that talking ruin the scene?" Sheila whispered. "Nope. They're only filming video at this stage. No sound. The final product will have a music soundtrack and voice-overs." "Wow. You can't even tell when you watch it." "Have you seen any of our movies?" "Yeah, I have 'Take Two' at home. It's one of my faves." "Dougy's in that one. It's very hot!" "Yeah, but all this," Sheila said, indicating the whole production crew and all the equipment, "you can't even tell." "Nope, you can't. It just looks like two people fucking. You don't even notice there's a whole production team behind it." Char wasn't kidding. Besides Ron and Gord, the camera guy, there was one guy working the lights, and another guy on sound, holding a microphone above them, out of camera view. There were cables and lighting equipment all over the place too. Behind camera it was a chaotic mess. In front it was all tightly controlled sex. "If there's no sound, what's with the microphone?" I asked. "There's occasional dialog that you have to record live. The lip syncing is pretty difficult when it comes to actually talking to each other. Moaning and screaming is pretty easy though. You just fade the volume up at key points and bring it down again when the talking is done." As if on cue Ron pointed silently at the woman, cueing her for her line. "Your cock is so big, Sammy. You're wife is one lucky bitch." The man replied, "You got the bitch part right. Try not to wake her, or she'll kill us both." Then they went back to silently fucking, and Ron resumed his directing. I noticed them miming cries of passion with their mouths though, and I imagined that the voice-overs would be filled in at those points with appropriate 'oohs' and 'ahhs' and such. "Why don't they just record the moaning and everything along with the dialog?" "It doesn't work when you do the shot cuts. You pretty much have to do voice-overs on the final edit." That made sense. It wouldn't look that good to have a camera angle that started with an 'ooh' and suddenly cut into an 'ahh', or nothing at all. Then Ron cut the scene, and they moved the camera over to the other side of the bed, filming from above Stephanie's ass this time. The man pulled his cock out of the actress in front of him and stood there stroking it, keeping it hard while the crew reset the shot. "You okay?" he asked the woman. "You need some water?" "I'm good," she said. "You?" He gave her a thumbs up, and she winked at him. They seemed more like coworkers than lovers. I guess that was technically true, so it made perfect sense. It was fascinating to watch though. I wondered how our film production would play out. "Okay, let's do it again from 'take it easy, big boy.'" Ron said. The man got his cock back in the woman, and nodded at Ron that he was ready. Ron snapped a digital clapper and they resumed their fucking with a lot less intensity than they'd had before the cut. "Take it easy, big boy," the woman said. "You don't want to wake your woman." "She sleeps through anything, don't worry. Sometimes I think she's even asleep when I'm fucking her." "Why are they going so slowly all of the sudden?" Sheila asked. "Isn't this the same scene?" "Yeah, but they moved back to another part of the scene, for another angle. They start slow and gradually build up, just like the last take. Then they're gonna inter-cut them in the final mix, and it'll look seamless. "That makes sense," Sheila said. "I've only ever done live theater. The rehearsals are annoying, stopping and starting like that, but once the show opens, it's all action." "They do rehearsals for our movies too, without the camera running, and no penetration. We call it a 'dry run', for obvious reasons." "A dry run. That's hilarious." "Yeah, it looks pretty funny too. They're like going though the motions of sex, and talking about it all technically and shit. It totally takes all the sexiness out of it. Sometimes the guys don't even have hard-ons, and they use a dildo to run through the angles and stuff." A few minutes later they got back to the same point in the scene where they spoke their lines. "Your cock is so big, Sammy. You're wife is one lucky bitch," the woman said, in the exact same way. She even paused for breath in the same place. It was amazing! The man repeated, "You got the bitch part right. Try not to wake her, or she'll kill us both." "This is gonna be so much fun!" Sheila said. "Yeah," Charlotte agreed. "Let's get upstairs and get to work on it." ------- Chapter 30: Teaching "Okay," Charlotte began. "First the ground rules." "Okay," Sheila said. "Shoot." She was lying on Charlotte's bed on her tummy with her feet up behind her, and a notepad in front of her. I was sitting on the chair at Charlotte's desk, and Charlotte was sitting on the floor in front of me, using my knees as a backrest. She had a small clipboard of her own. "First of all," Charlotte said, "and possibly the most difficult part for all of us, is that Anthony can not have any sex until the day of the shoot, starting tomorrow morning." "Why not?" I asked. "Take a guess," she said. "Cause you want a nice fresh and full load to come flying out of me when we finally get down to it?" "Exactly," Charlotte said, "and after a few days you'll be shooting like a super-soaker, exactly when we need you to. We're starting Wednesday night, or perhaps Thursday morning, depending how late my parents leave, so that gives you a good couple of days to build up some nice shots for us. That means no sex whatsoever, not even masturbation. Can you handle it?" "No," I said flatly, staring down at her tits. I already wanted a piece of her, after only an hour or so. How could I possibly go three days? "Tell you want, Anthony. If Sheila's game, we'll both do you together tonight. We'll fuck you until you can't even walk and we'll leave you for dead. That should tide you over for a few days, shouldn't it?" "It might. I'm still gonna be pretty randy by tomorrow night though, especially with a little sex-pot like you around." "I can make myself scarce if it helps." "I'll miss you though," I said. "Isn't that just too fucking sickeningly sweet for words," Sheila groaned. "Isn't he though?" Charlotte beamed. "I love him so much." "You do?" Sheila asked. "Really?" She seemed confused. "Of course I do! I'm head over heels in love with this fucking guy. It's insane!" "Wow. I thought you guys just met a couple weeks ago or something." "We did, but we just clicked like magnets. He's the most incredible guy I've ever met." "And he's madly in love with you too, I suppose." "Guilty as charged," I said. Charlotte tilted her head back and I leaned down to give her a kiss. Sheila had not seen us kiss until then, and the kiss confirmed it for her - we were indeed passionately in love. "I should be so lucky," Sheila muttered. "He even wrote a poem for me! Do you want to see it?" Charlotte jumped up without waiting for her to answer and fetched the little pad of paper I'd written on the night before. She handed it to Sheila and sat down beside her. "No one's ever written me a poem before. I absolutely love it!" Sheila read the thing, and her face went through about six of seven different emotions as she did. "Seems like you've really smitten this boy," she said. "It's mutual, believe me." "And you want me to jump in on a threesome with you?" "If you want to," Charlotte said. "I'm dying to see him fuck someone else, actually. He's so damn sexy, I'm just gonna die." "Interesting way of looking at it," Sheila said. It was indeed. I began to understand her rationale a little better once she put it into perspective like that. "So are you game?" she asked Sheila. "I don't know. I'd be too shy I think. I was a virgin up until a couple of days ago after all." "You're telling me you can actually resist fucking this hot sexy boyfriend of mine?" "Well no, I'm not saying that. I do want to do him. I just hadn't pictured another girl in the mix." Charlotte turned to face her looking deadly serious. "Do you think I'm sexy, Sheila?" she asked. "Uh, well, I don't know." "It's okay, you can say it. It doesn't mean you're gay or anything." "Well," Sheila began, "to be honest I think you're drop-dead gorgeous. I always have, and I've always been a little jealous." "Jealous?" Charlotte said. "Why? You're a very sexy girl, Sheila. You've just got this knowing look about you that's very compelling. You have nothing to be jealous about." "Well maybe jealous is too strong a word. Envious is more like it. You seem to be able to get any guy you want, and I can hardly get a guy to even notice me." "Well you'll never do it with an attitude like that. You've gotta believe deep down inside that guys are just dying to fuck you. It gets you all worked up inside, and it shows on the outside." "Well it definitely shows on you." "So you're admitting you think I'm sexy." "Yes. Very sexy, and I don't say things like that lightly." "So then, knowing that, wouldn't you find it the least bit arousing, watching Anthony fuck my hot little body for all it's worth?" I got the feeling she was also talking to me at the same time. This was pretty much the same discussion we'd had. "Well sure, I guess. I'd mostly be watching him though." "No, you wouldn't be watching anything, you'd be involved. You'd be in on it, getting your rocks off as well. Don't you think that would be awesome?" Charlotte had a way of putting things. "Yeah, I suppose it would," Sheila replied. "But let's worry about that later. We have a lot of work to do." "Right," Charlotte said. I was now painfully erect however, visualizing myself fucking these two wonderful girls, and I was definitely gonna have trouble concentrating. "Uh, ladies," I said meekly. They both looked over at me from Charlotte's bed. "All this talk about a wild threesome has gotten me a little wound up. I don't suppose you'd be able to take care of this thing for me before we start, would you?" "Can you believe this guy?" Charlotte asked. "All he ever thinks about is sex! He's already gotten it at least five times today and now he wants more!" "Five times?" Sheila asked with her eyes and her mouth wide open. "Yup. He's insatiable. It's a good thing I have you here to help me. He's almost wearing me out." I just grinned shyly, leaning back to ease the pressure on the bulge in my pants. "Ooh, look at that, Sheila," Charlotte said, with a lustful gleam in her eye. "You want some?" "Maybe. A little. I guess." "Let's get some, then." Sheila just sat there, still a little reserved about the whole situation, but Charlotte crawled over, tugged my cock out, and slid my pants down to my ankles. She took it in her hand and began stroking it softly and securely in her silky smooth grip. Sheila looked on, almost hypnotized by the scene before her. Charlotte was sitting at an angle in front of me, offering her a full view of the action as she tugged up and down on my glowing red erection. "Coming?" Charlotte asked. "There's plenty for both of us." Still Sheila just sat there, staring at my cock in a daze of lust. Finally Charlotte began licking it, slowly slithering her tongue all the way up its length, over and over again. Then she planted adoring little kisses all over it, up and down the shaft, as though it were the most beautiful thing on earth. Sheila's eyes widened, and she licked her lips. "It's so hot. It's pulsating in my hand. Come feel." Still she didn't move. She just squirmed uncomfortably on the bed. "Remember Sheila, you've got to believe he's just dying for you. Even if it's not true, who cares? You can make it true. Anthony, tell her you're dying for her." "Sheila," I said. "You already know how I feel. Remember what I said the other night about you being the one of the best times I ever had with a girl. I wasn't just saying that. You were incredible. You're making me hot, just looking at you even now, and thinking about making love to you again." I said all this to her with the gorgeous Charlotte Lawsen licking and smooching my throbbing prick. It must have been quite and experience for Sheila. "Don't you just love how sexy his voice is?" Charlotte added. "It makes me nuts just hearing him talk, never mind when he gets to moaning from the pleasure I give him." Then she went back to sucking my cock, and I did indeed moan out loud, without even needing to fake it for Sheila's sake. Finally Sheila got up and crawled over to us. "Grab it. Stroke it like this. He likes that." Sheila obliged. Her hands were a lot clammier than Charlotte's, but they still felt nice. I found myself sitting there for the second time in as many days with two women attending to my cock. Sheila was quiet, but she was visibly excited. Charlotte was chatty and casual about it, but she was no less aroused by the whole situation. I was the most excited of us all though, and I could barely sit still on the chair. "Come on, Sheila. Lick it with me." Charlotte leaned in and began licking it again, and finally Sheila joined her. Two warm slippery tongues and four soft wet lips were pleasuring my happy little cock all of the sudden, and Charlotte looked up at me with shining eyes as if to say, 'See how good I take care of you? Look at the situation you're in here.' "Lick his balls, Sheila," she said. Sheila did, and Charlotte went upwards, taking my cock into her mouth. I felt bathed in warm liquid pleasures in every place. I looked down at the two pretty little heads, one dark blonde and one light blonde, and all I could do was smile. All of the sudden Charlotte took me all the way down to the bottom, and her cheek pressed into Sheila's forehead. Sheila backed away in awe. "Holy shit!" she said. "Uh-hmmm," Charlotte replied with her mouth full of my cock. Then she pulled right off of it, bent it downward, and offered it to Sheila. Now if I know Sheila, she was way too proud to be outdone by Charlotte, at least not without giving her a run for her money, and I became the happy little benefactor of the unspoken rivalry she had going with Charlotte. Of course Charlotte herself was cool and confident as ever, and was only interested in my pleasure for the most part, and that was exciting too. Sheila took me in her mouth and began slurping and bobbing on me like I'd never seen. Charlotte's eyes widened, and then glazed over with lust, and she pumped the root of my cock with one hand, guiding Sheila with her other hand on the back of her head. "Show me how you do that," she said between bobs of her head, and then her mouth was full again, bobbing eagerly on my cock. "Relax your throat, like you're yawning," Charlotte instructed, "and just force it down, nice and easy." Sheila did and Charlotte pushed her down on it, she resisted of course when it slid into the back of her throat, but Charlotte kept pressing down and soon Sheila had almost my entire cock down her throat for the first time. She bobbed a little on it, trying to get used to the feeling. "Yeah, that's it," Charlotte said. Then she let her come up for air. Sheila pulled right off of me and gagged. Her eyes were watering, and she looked genuinely ill for a moment, like she might throw up, but she shook it off and went back down on me. You could see her determination. She took me all the way down again, this time without Charlotte's help, and then pulled off me with a satisfied smack of her lips. "I knew I'd get it," she said. "I just gotta practice." "It took me a few days to get the hang of it. You're a quick learner. Now what say we quit messing around and finish the poor guy off?" The two girls switched back and forth between sucking my cock into their hot slippery mouths, and tonguing my balls, softly and sweetly. My entire package was engulfed in oral ecstasy and the hands roaming all over me added even more pleasure to it. The sounds of their moaning and cooing were driving all three of us wild as well. I was beside myself with the ecstasy of having two sexy young things going down on me like that. At least it felt like I was beside myself. My body was so flushed with gooey wet hormones that I began to feel like I was sloshed drunk or something. I felt love, I felt lust, I felt joy, I felt gratitude, I even felt a little anxiety and overwhelm at times. It was totally crazy, but it was awesome. It was all moaning mouths, and slippery wet tongues, lips, cheeks, and hands, sliding all over me, swallowing me up in more pleasure than I can even describe. As Charlotte has said, I'd already come several times that day, but alas, with this much stimulation I might as well have been a twelve year-old virgin, getting head for the very first time. I lost control of myself and was soon moaning, and thrusting my cock forward compulsively as an orgasm rapidly approached. Charlotte of course took control of the situation, knowing what was coming. She pulled off me and began jerking my cock rapidly with both hands, waiting for the first spurt of hot come to explode out of me. Sheila, following Charlotte's lead, took my scrotum in her hand and began massaging my balls as well. That did it for me. My come erupted forth in great stringy globs that spewed out onto their waiting tongues. I cried out loud, clinging to the chair I sat in with both hands as the climax rocked through me. My body churned out the semen with all its might, as though it knew there were two girls receiving it and it would have to give double effort. Charlotte took some for herself, jerking and stroking it out of me, panting and moaning with excitement as my come streamed out across her outstretched tongue. Then she pointed it over toward Sheila's mouth, coaxing more out of me with the pleasure of her rapid wet slippery strokes. I poured out some more onto her tongue and she took it with a panting sigh of her own. Then, as the ejaculation wound down, they simply fell onto it like rabid dogs, fighting for a piece of the spurting monster, slurping and sucking on it with a crazed vigor that was almost scary. First one, then the other took it into her mouth, bobbing and sucking, and slithering her tongue all around it, trying to lick it clean. The more they licked at it though, with their come-drenched tongues, the messier it got, and they kept going back for more. Finally they were milking it with their hands, from root to tip, trying to squeeze out every last drop as though it were a tube of toothpaste or something. They got a few more drops out of me, doing this, and they gobbled those up as well, as though they'd found some precious pearls. Finally I had to push them away. I had no more to give and it was becoming too much. "Ah god! Stop!" I said. "You're killing me!" "You love it, baby," Charlotte said. "You know you do," and she took me in her mouth again. Sheila went down to lick the stray dribbles that had fallen down to my balls. "You crazy nymphos, can't you see I'm finished? You sucked me dry already. Let me rest." "You're a strong young man," Sheila said. "There's gotta be more in their somewhere." "I thought we were gonna work on the movie," I stammered. "Oh great. He gets us all worked up now, and now he's all business all of the sudden." "I am like so fucking wet right now," Sheila said. "It's sick!" "You're telling me," Charlotte added. "I bet he could get the entire length of this thing inside me in a single stroke." "Guys," I said. "The movie?" "Fuck the movie," Charlotte said. "I want a piece of my boyfriend's cock." ------- Chapter 31: Emotions She took me down once again, all the way down to the root, and then slid off with a flicker of her tongue. I shuddered and let out a drunken little laugh, feeling like my brain had vacated the premise, probably taking the phallic exit. "I want you inside me now," Charlotte said. "Me too," Sheila added. "You've gotta let me rest!" I replied. "That was like the most intense experience of my life. I'm gonna have a heart attack here." My cock was throbbing with arousal, twitching in front of me with every beat of my heart. In answer Charlotte stood Sheila up and stripped her pants off of her. Sheila was a little shocked at first, but was already too wound up to offer any real resistance. Her shirt came off next, and then her bra and panties, and then she boldly stripped Charlotte down to her birthday suit in return. Soon they were both completely bare-assed naked in front of me, and they were both panting and giggling with irrepressible excitement. They looked each other up and down for a moment, appraising one another's feminine forms with nods of approval. Then they turned their gazes onto me, the man they were now trying to seduce. Charlotte pranced over to her bed and flipped the stereo on. The station came on with the grinding dance beats, and they began a slow sexy dance routine that had me squirming in my seat. They gyrated their asses, jiggled their tits, and even began rubbing themselves against each other with wild abandon. It looked like one of those Girls Gone Wild videos, except they were completely naked. Finally Charlotte flicked out her tongue and licked the tip of Sheila's nipple. Sheila giggled and shuddered, and then returned the favor to Charlotte. "Damn!" I said. "You win. Fuck the movie. We'll do it later." "I knew you couldn't resist," Charlotte said. "I can't believe I'm doing this," Sheila said, blushing seven different shades of red. Her nipples were standing tall and I could see a shiny wet sheen coating the insides of her thighs. Charlotte was no different. They were both wantonly aroused and there was no turning back. "Which one of you wants it first?" I asked, getting up and stroking my erection into full readiness. "I wanna see you fuck Sheila, right here on my bed. I wanna hold it while you put it in her." "Oh my," Sheila said, literally shaking with excitement now. I took Sheila by the shoulders and laid her forcefully down on the bed. She gasped and shuddered at the feeling of being overpowered like that, and the look in her eyes was pure awe-struck lust. Charlotte flopped down beside her and watched me as I ran my hands all over Sheila's sexy little body. I kissed her nipples, tweaking them into erection with my lips, and then I wound down her body with my tongue, slathering a winding trail of wetness that led from her left nipple down to her pubic bone. Then I went down on her, pleasuring her with my lips and tongue until she was writhing uncontrollably on the bed before me. Charlotte leaned in and began whispering in her ear, so out of breath with excitement you'd have thought it was her getting serviced. "Come for him, Sheila. Squeeze it hard until it pops. Give him all you've got. Soak his gorgeous face in that wet sticky love juice of yours. You're so sexy. He wants it bad. He's dying for it." Sheila came right then, unable to resist the excitement of Charlotte's breathless coaching. She gripped my head in one hand and Charlotte's in the other. Her body shook and shuddered and she did indeed pour out a nice flow of lubrication down across my chin. Her pelvis rocked up and down like waves on a beach, and I winked at Charlotte who was staring down with wide and sexy eyes as I licked another woman's pussy. I lapped it up happily and kept right on tonguing away at her until she was shaking steadily, like a frightened child. "Are you ready for his cock now, Sheila? Do you wanna feel it inside you? All the way in, in one wet slippery stroke, filling your sweet little pussy until you scream out loud?" Sheila just nodded. I sat up and pointed my cock at her vulva, so close to it I could feel its radiating heat. Charlotte took my cock in her hand and began wiping the head of it up and down her lubricious little crevice. She was literally sopping wet, and when Charlotte pressed my cock into her tight little hole, it went in with barely any resistance, popping into her crushing wet squeeze and sinking down to half my length on the very first thrust. I gasped out loud and so did she. I continued forward without a pause and soon I was in the very bottom of her. It really had gone all the way in, in one stroke, and now we were in heaven. "Damn, that looks awesome!" Charlotte said. "It's stretching her wide open. You can actually see it! Come on, fuck her, Anthony. I wanna see it all." I began fucking her, and Sheila began moaning like a veteran. I wondered for a moment if she was perhaps putting on a bit of a show, trying to impress Charlotte or something, but then I remembered Charlotte saying that there wasn't a woman alive who would have to fake anything with me. I leaned down and kissed her. Sheila looked up at us kissing above her and she whimpered lustily at the sight of it, and at the feel of my hot slippery cock stroking deeply in and out of her. Then, out of the blue, Charlotte leaned down and began sucking on Sheila's nipples as I fucked her. Her hand went to Sheila's clit and she stroked it in slow, slippery wet circles with her fingertips, causing Sheila to squeeze me even more tightly inside her in reaction. I fought the squeeze with a throb and a heavy thrust of my own and Sheila moaned helplessly once again. "Ow, Anthony. Take it easy, okay? It's still hurting a little." Hearing that, Charlotte switched from sucking on her nipples to licking her clit directly. Now Sheila was really squeezing, squirming, and screaming. "Ow, oh! Oh god, I can't stand it." "Just come again, Sheila. All the pain will go away. Come all over his big fat beautiful cock." Sheila came, as if on command. I was stroking in and out of her, and Charlotte was sucking and licking at her clit. She burst into orgasm with a cry that almost sounded terribly sad, and I looked down at her with concern. I'd never heard a girl make that noise before, not during sex at least, and certainly not during orgasm. "Are you okay?" I asked. She shook her head no, and I actually saw tears in her eyes, spilling down toward her ears, as she gripped Charlotte's head in her hands. She was still coming though. I could feel it all around me. It was a very strange experience. I slowed a bit, but she cried out for me not to stop, and began bucking her pelvis vigorously beneath me, now apparently oblivious to any pain she'd previously felt. I kept right on going, fucking in and out of her, feeling the exquisite sensations of her hot and spasmodically fluttering pussy sucking and gulping at my delicious thrusts with a mind of its own. She was wild beneath me, but she was crying too. I stroked a little faster, and began and delicious little orgasm of my own, pumping it out deep inside her with a shudder and a sigh. This got Sheila wound up all over again, and she bucked her pussy passionately up and down to receive it. "Ow, ooh, ow. Fuck! Give it to me," she cried (literally), and I obeyed helplessly, filling her gorgeously tight little cunt with what load I could muster after a long hard weekend of continuous fucking. Finally our orgasms began to wind down and she slowly collapsed into relaxation beneath me. We were satisfied for the most part, though her tears were a little disconcerting. I slowed my thrusting to a light stirring deep inside her that made her flinch and shudder every once in a while, and Charlotte released her clit, simply dabbing hot little kissed all over her lower belly instead. "Now I can say I've seen my boyfriend's beautiful cock fucking a girl to orgasm right close up." I tapped on her shoulder and pointed at Sheila, who was just laying there with her hands covering her face, silently crying her eyes out. Apparently Charlotte hadn't even noticed. "Oh my god, what's wrong, Sheila? Are you okay?" Sheila started to nod yes, but then changed to no, and then simply shrugged. Charlotte gave me a push and my cock pulled slowly out of her. Her hole was stretched and gaping in its absence, and I could actually watch it close up again to its original size. There was a little bit of blood trickling out of her as well. "Oops, sorry," I said. "Did I hurt you?" She shook her head no. "That's normal, Anthony. She's still a virgin to some extent, and it'll take a while for her to get used to having a cock in there. It's the same with all girls. It's gotta stretch, and adjust, and the cherry has to be demolished completely. It's gonna take a bit of fucking, especially with a big cock like yours." I was reassured. The female body was a fascinating mystery to me, and I loved exploring it, in knowledge as well as sexually. This still didn't explain the emotional outpouring though. I wondered if Charlotte had an answer for that. She pulled me down beside Sheila, and we both lay on either side of her, gently kissing her and caressing her, trying to sooth her frazzled nervous system. "That good, huh?" Charlotte said after a few minutes. Sheila nodded. She was wiping the tears from her cheeks now and trying to compose herself. "Sometimes sex can get so intense that your hormones and emotions don't even know what to do with themselves. It's beautiful at times, but other times it can be scary. Does that sound about right, Sheila?" Charlotte asked. "Yeah," Sheila nodded. "Something like that." "You wanna talk about it?" "No. Not really." "Okay. That's cool. Do you want a drink or something?" Sheila nodded. Charlotte got up, put on a butt-length silk robe and headed downstairs. Her pussy wasn't even covered and I worried that some of those guys in the cast and crew might see her down there. Then I forced myself to ignore that thought. It was a jealous thought and I had to fight such things. I had to just trust Charlotte. I turned my attention back to Sheila. She was just laying there staring off into space. "What's wrong, She?" I asked. "Can you tell me about it?" "It was just so beautiful it hurt in my heart. That's about as good as I can explain it." I left it alone, not knowing how to feel about it. On the one hand I was sort of proud about being able to fuck a girl so good it even fucked up her emotions, but on the other hand, I felt like any sadness involved in sex was not a good thing. I felt like I'd hurt her. "I'm sorry, She," I said. Sheila just smacked me in the chest as if I'd said the dumbest thing she'd ever heard. "Oh shut up, you moron. You don't understand women at all, do you?" "Sorry. I guess I don't." I was confused and she could plainly see it. "You didn't do anything wrong. Don't worry. It was painful, but it was beautiful. Charlotte was too. I thought I might die. Maybe that's what upset me. I don't know." "So you did enjoy it, but you were still crying. I don't get it." "Never mind. I don't want to talk about it." She sat up and found my cock flopped wet and sloppy onto her thigh. She flicked it away like a dead rat or something and plucked her panties from the floor. She was pulling them up over her ass, and reaching for her bra when Charlotte returned. "I guess the fun's over, huh?" Charlotte said. "I'm sorry guys," Sheila replied. "I'm just feeling all fucked up in the head right now. It's been a weird past couple of days for me." "I understand," Charlotte said. I didn't though. ------- Chapter 32: Stolen Honey We all got dressed, and I offered to drive Sheila home. She declined immediately, telling me that we still had some work to do on the movie. I was glad that she hadn't changed her mind about that. We got ourselves dressed once again, and were right back where we'd started, except that Sheila now had a glass of wine that she sipped from periodically. "Okay, so where were we? No sex for Anthony for the next few days, after I fuck his brains out tonight, that is," Charlotte said with a wink. "The next thing to talk about is the actual story line. Have you told Sheila your idea yet?" "Not yet," I said. "Anthony's got this idea for a storyline about a girl with a split personality, fighting with each other for control over her body so they can possess the man they both love." "Sounds cool," Sheila said. "It is. It's gonna take some doing, but without having sex every twenty minutes, I'm sure Anthony can come up with some great stuff. He's a great writer you know. He's been tutoring me in English class." "Okay, so Anthony's gonna do a script for it?" "A screenplay, actually. You know how to do that, Anthony?" "What's the difference?" "Well a script is mostly just dialog, whereas a screenplay would include physical instructions as well, like placements of the actors and props, camera motions, shots and angles and such. It's basically a script from the camera's point of view. It's more visual." "Gotcha," I said. "Now there are some specific things you need to know as the director, Sheila. As you said, you've only ever done stage plays so far. The advantage of making a movie is you can do things in any order that you want, and then shuffle everything around later. It's convenient in terms of production, say for example being able to do a scene of a rainy day when it's actually raining out. It takes some work to get the actors focused on where they're supposed to be in the grand scheme of things though. That's your job. Know the script, know what you want from the overall picture, and then get the shots the way you want them, no matter what order they come in." "Sounds simple enough, but for a short film like this, we shouldn't need to do too much shuffling." "You'd be surprised," Charlotte said. "How so?" "Well let me put it to you like this. After having no sex the entire week, do you think Anthony's really gonna be able to hold his loads until the final shots are done?" "Okay, I get it. So we're doing the come shots first, right?" "Yes, and we gotta get ourselves all hot and sweaty like we've been fucking for a good ten minutes or whatever. Then he fucks me, or I suck him for the thirty seconds, or however long it takes him to release the build up, and I take it in the face, hot and stringy in great white floods, or on the ass, or in the chest, or whatever. Then we pretty much have to work backwards, so there's a least some degree of continuity in our minds about the gradually build up of tension. You follow?" "Yup. It makes perfect sense." "So then we gotta go through all kinds of camera shots, angles and such in all the different positions we're going to be fucking in, and then we've got to bring it down to the beginning again. You've got to make sure we're sweaty enough, and panting enough, and if I've got come on my face in one shot, it better be there in the next, even if we did them in reverse. Got it?" "Got it. Continuity." "Great. You know your stuff, Sheila. Anthony was right to pick you. We usually will do all the non-sexual dialog at the end - all the acting and such. Then after all the shots are done, we load it up on the computer and edit them all together in one long sequence. Then we do the post-production. Music, voice-overs, sound effects - stuff like that. Then it's done." "Sounds like fun," I said. "Not very sexy though." "It is hard work, yes. You're cock's gonna get quite a work out, and you've gotta follow Sheila's direction. If she says slow down, you slow down. I don't care how sweet, and hot, and beautiful you think my tight little pussy is. I don't care if you just want to come, just to get it out of your system. You gotta follow direction or it'll take two-weeks, and it'll look crappy in the end. This is why the professionals get paid the big bucks." "I'll be good," I said. "So here we are. Three artists," Sheila said. "We're not even doing this for money. We're doing it just for the sake of it, just for the project itself. That's gonna make it so beautiful, you know?" "Yeah," Charlotte agreed. "Just hang on to that spirit when the going gets tough." "I think we'll mostly be having problems with Steve trying to jerk off on the side or something." "I'm sure he can be cool for a couple of days," I said. "If he doesn't I'll beat the fucking shit out of him, and he knows it." "He's probably gonna wanna make a pass at you, Sheila, once he realizes I'm taken. How do you feel about that?" "Ew, ew, and wait, let me see. Oh yeah: Ew!" "I hear ya, sister. He's not exactly A-list material, but he's a good guy deep down. At least I think so, when he's not trying desperately to come in your face or something." "Well I'm not gonna sleep with him, that's for damn sure. I may not be the most popular gal in school, but I do have my standards." Charlotte looked a little down all of the sudden. She had messed around with Steve, and here Sheila was saying he was beneath her. She may be confident and carefree, but that had to sting a bit. "Well we've all gotta do what we can for the project," I said, "standards or no standards. That's what soap is for, right girls?" "Would you still be saying that if it was a big ugly gay guy who wanted to fuck you?" Ouch! She had me there. "I guess not, but that's a different story. I would be saying that if it was a less-than-attractive girl." "Anyway," Charlotte interrupted, "we need at least one technician, so we're gonna have to deal with Steve one way or another. I'll fuck him if I have to, but hopefully it won't come to that. He may agree to do the project, purely for the sake of it, just like we have." "Let's hope," Sheila replied. "And let's hope we can trust him afterwards not to blab." "Amen," I said. "That would royally suck." "Okay, so that's about it for this meeting. Anthony's gotta get the writing done, tomorrow and the next day perhaps, and maybe we'll have another meeting Tuesday night to discuss the logistics of the different shots and such." "Alrighty," Sheila said. "Now there's simply the matter of getting his rocks off, enough to tide him over for the next few days." "Why don't we do a scene right now?" Sheila suggested. We both looked at her with curiosity. What was she getting at? "Yeah, you know. You guys fuck, doing the role playing you think will be used in the movie, and I'll direct you. We'll call it a rehearsal." "Sounds good to me," I said, "although I'm already exhausted from three of four days of the absolute best sex I've ever had." "Well we'll do one at least," Charlotte said. "Don't forget I'll be abstaining too for all intents and purposes. Sure I can masturbate, but it's just not the same. Plus I'll be dealing with the craziness of actually fighting all the amorous young men off at school for the next while, until they all figure out I'm no longer available." "Perhaps you guys just need some time alone then?" Sheila suggested. "Maybe. Actually I think that would be better," Charlotte said. "I need to get centered and focused on this guy. It's gonna be a challenging week." She wasn't kidding. "I'll tell you what, She," Charlotte said. "I'll leave Anthony here to rest up a bit, and I'll drive you home myself. We'll get a chance to talk some more that way." "Cool," Sheila said. "Can we get going now then? I'm pretty tired." "No prob." I got up and hugged Sheila. I even gave her a kiss on the cheek and a squeeze on the bum. Then she left. Charlotte hung back a moment to kiss me once more. "I'll be back in twenty minutes, lover boy. I better find you naked in bed with a hard-on the size of a salami when I get back." "Yes, ma'am," I said. She blew me a kiss and walked out. She was only gone for five minutes however, when Stephanie walked in looking like a goddess of sexual arousal. She was wearing only a sheer satiny robe and was totally nude underneath. It was hanging open in the front, and I could see her pussy, down below her smooth flat tummy, down beneath her ample cleavage. What she said to me was even sexier than how she looked though. "My god, I'm glad to see you, boy! I've been laying there like a prop while everyone else got fucked all night long. I need a cock in the worst way, and Ron's still working down there with them. Can you help a lady out? I'll be quick." Oh my god! What was I to do? She was already at the bedside at this point and she was pushing me backward onto the bed and tugging my pants down before I could even formulate a reason to resist. "But, but I-" I began, she suddenly had my cock in her mouth however, and was sucking it expertly to erection once again. Then, when it was fully hard, she mounted me and slid herself down onto it, all the way to the bottom in one slow and easy stroke. She was as hot and wet as a horny teenaged girl. "Stephanie, wait!" I said, trying to protest. "Oh, god. Don't say no now, it feels so incredible! Just let me-" She began fucking, trailing off from what she was going to say, and much to my surprise I began fucking her in return, pumping upward into her hot slippery pussy, meeting her downward gyrations. She squeezed me deliciously and seemed to be robbing me of all common sense. I was supposed to wait for Charlotte or something, wasn't I? She would need one last fuck before the most challenging week of her life - or something like that anyway. I couldn't really remember now. All I knew was the pleasure of pure porn star pussy stroking wetly on my stiff standing cock. Stephanie came within minutes, as she'd promised, and then she actually sped up, trying graciously to get me off as well. I followed close behind her and soon found myself gushing up into her with what was left of my sexual geyser. It wasn't much, but she felt the throbs of it at least, and moaned out loud at the feel of it. Then it was over as quickly as it had begun, and she patted me on the head like an obedient little puppy. She tossed me a towel and walked out. "Thanks, baby. I needed that." So did Charlotte, though, and now I didn't know if I had enough strength to give her one more, not without taking all night at it. It was already after eleven o'clock and we had school the next day. When Charlotte returned I foolishly opted not to mention what her mom and I had done. I told her I was just terribly tired and asked if we could just lie there and cuddle and talk. She looked at me strangely, but conceded. We talked for awhile, about Sheila, about Steve, about the movie in general, and then about the upcoming week and how we would deal with it. Then, after a good ten minutes of passionate kissing, I got up to head home. "Night my love," she said. "I'll miss you. I don't know how I'm gonna be able to sleep alone. You've spoiled me." "Listen, Charlotte," I began. "Yes?" she asked. I wanted to tell her about her mom. I knew I really should, but for some reason I didn't. I felt like I'd betrayed her or something, and I was embarrassed, so I took the cowardly way out and said nothing. Perhaps I could tell her tomorrow. "I want to marry you someday," I said. "Then we'll never have to be apart again." "May I be bitch slapped silly if I ever say no to you," she replied, and sank down into her pillows with a happy little sigh. "I love you," I said. "I love you too, baby," she said. "One more kiss?" I gave her one more kiss, and she closed her eyes for the night. I stood there looking at her for a moment, and she fell asleep almost immediately. I'm sure it had been an exhausting a weekend for her as well. Then I left. It was a lonely ride home. By the time I got into bed I was desperately wishing I had made love to her one last time. I should have, but I was feeling a little lazy by that time, which I excused as exhaustion. She'd wanted it, she needed it, and I had said no. I began to worry as I lay in bed, thinking jealous thoughts about how she would deal with the lust I'd left in her. She'd looked happy enough when I'd left though, and she'd told me she loved me. That had made me feel a little better. Now, lying in bed alone, I was not so sure. ------- Chapter 33: Payback The next few days of going without a steady supply of sex probably wouldn't be as bad as I'd thought. Before I'd been with Charlotte for the first time the week before I hadn't had any sex for a couple of months at least. The previous weekend's sexual marathon of having an orgasm with a beautiful woman at least every couple of hours was simply an anomaly in my otherwise uneventful sex life, so returning to celibacy should be relatively easy. Of course I'd only been awake for ten minutes when I thought this, but it sounded reasonable enough. My first thoughts were of Charlotte of course. Had she slept well? Did she miss me? How long until I would see her again? After that my thoughts turned to getting out of bed. It was tough let me tell you. For a while there I considered just staying home from school and sleeping the day away. If I didn't see Charlotte, this abstinence stuff would be a breeze. Two things destroyed that notion almost as quickly as I'd thought it. First, I really did want to see her, rampant horniness or not. Second, deep down inside part of me wanted to be able to keep an eye on her, and the guys in school. I know it was wrong to be thinking like that, but I couldn't help it. She was the school slut after all. Another part of me was wondering about the gossip that would be flying around when the word got out about our new relationship. I jumped right out of bed at that and headed for the shower. In the shower I remembered the bath I'd taken with Charlotte, feeling my hands wander all over her wet soapy body. I got hard immediately and was actually stroking my cock a bit before I remembered the no masturbation rule. Damn! "Don't think about sex! Don't think about sex!" I cautioned myself. "Don't think about shooting thick creamy loads all over Charlotte's gorgeous little ass. Don't-" I stopped myself at that. It was silly to be thinking up the very fantasies I was trying to avoid. The memories were fresh in my mind though, and it seemed that every time I closed my eyes I could see myself coming all over her sweetly panting face. It was crazy. I rinsed off and jumped out of there as fast as I could. I had to get some clothes on. Having such free and easy access to my cock was too much temptation. It turned out to be much worse than I'd thought when I got to school. I was not even in the building yet and I already had girls putting moves on me. "Hey, sexy," Janine Best said to me, sliding her arm around my waist as I headed from the parking lot to the school entrance. "Oh, hey Janine," I smiled. Suddenly she was talking to me. She never talked to me. "What's up?" I asked. "Nothing much," she answered. "How about you?" "I've got a new girlfriend now," I said, "as of Saturday night." "Oh, really?" she said. "Yeah, and you'll never guess who it is." She listed off a series of girls I was rumored to be attracted to, until finally she guessed Charlotte, the last person she would have ever imagined would have a boyfriend. I nodded proudly. "No way!" she said in a shocked staccato tone. "It's official. I've landed the unlandable." "That's actually funny, because people are saying you guys finally hooked up for a little fling last week. The word's all over school that you're like this sex god or something. Charlotte was raving about it, and she should know." Ah. So that explained it. Stephanie had warned me this would happen. I grinned to myself. I'd completely forgotten about that. "So I guess that means you're off the market so to speak," Janine said. "You mean am I available for casual flings with the girls who wanna try me out?" "Something like that," she said, rather coyly. "Actually we've decided to keep a fairly open relationship. We're still working out the details of it, but I don't think it's gonna be an exclusive relationship in the sexual sense. It's more of a romantic attachment between us so far, as ironic as that sounds." "Interesting," Janine replied. Suddenly her hand slid from my waist down to my butt and she gave it a bit of a squeeze. We were at the school doors now, and she pulled away and headed for her locker. "Well, don't be a stranger, Anthony," she said. "I'll give you a call, okay?" "Sure thing, Janine," I replied. Janine Best. She was not bad at all. If I was going to have a meaningless fling outside of my relationship she would definitely be a good candidate. She was a dark-haired beauty with a semi-punk, semi-classy look to her that just dripped with sexiness. Plus she had these bright red lips that just melted you to think of kissing them. I felt bad though, when I found myself thinking like this. How would I feel if Charlotte was ogling up some guy and daydreaming about fucking him? Then I realized not only would Charlotte not mind me thinking these things about Janine, she would probably encourage me to go for it. Man, all this free love stuff would take some getting used to. I found myself with a hard-on once again, walking down the crowded hallways, thinking about myself in a threesome with Charlotte and Janine Best. It seemed every chick in school noticed it too, bulging out of my pants down there, looking even larger than usual. I found them all staring blatantly down at it, without even trying to be subtle. Maybe it was just my self-consciousness feeling that way though. I don't know. "Anthony Mitchell..." "... Charlotte Lawsen..." "... huge dick!" "... seventeen times!? Oh my god!" I could hear the whispers as I made my way to my locker. It was almost scary. At least they were saying good stuff about me though. Seemingly overnight I had become one of the sexiest guys in school. Even some of the guys were whispering to one another. Most just strolled right up though, high-fiving me. "Heard you boned Lawsen, man. Way to go!" It was a crude way to talk about the girl I loved, but I let it slide. I'm sure she wasn't faring much better. I dropped my jacket off in my locker and grabbed my books. Then I headed over to see Charlotte. She was standing at her locker surrounded by a ravenous gaggle of gossipy little teenaged hens, all giggling and tittering in a circle around her. I didn't hear what they were saying, and they all shut up when they saw me coming. I walked right up to Charlotte and she turned, wrapped her arms around my neck, and gave me the most adoring kiss I'd ever gotten in a public place. The cheer from the crowd was deafening. Finally a teacher popped her head out of a classroom doorway and gave us a disapproving look. We broke the kiss and the crowd dispersed. "How are you, my love?" I asked. "Did you miss me?" "Of course, baby. I was almost crying when I woke up this morning, turning around and not seeing you there beside me." "I had a hard time getting to sleep last night too," I said. "I was worried that I probably should have made love to you one last time." "Don't worry about it," Charlotte said. "I was even more tired than you were. I was actually happy to just lay there and hold you." I was about to tell her about what happened with her mom when all of the sudden Trevor Miller walked by. "Hey Charlotte," he said with a knowing smirk. "Hey Trev," she replied as friendly as could be. Why was she being so friendly? I was suddenly a little miffed. I watched him at his locker across the hall from her, thinking about how he'd had his cock in her sweet little pussy less than twenty-four hours ago. My guts began to burn. Charlotte sensed that I'd suddenly gotten tense and she turned my face to hers once again. "Hey, baby. Don't worry about it, okay?" she said. I looked into her smiling blue eyes and was comforted. She kissed me again, and took me by the arm. "Walk me to my class?" I wanted nothing more. Having her on my arm was more gorgeous than the brightest jewel you could ever imagine. We walked passed Trevor, looking as affectionate as ever, but he made a comment that completely killed the moment for me. "Let me know if you want a repeat performance, Charlotte. Anytime, baby." I went cold again and stopped in my tracks, enraged at the gall this guy had to disrespect me practically to my face, and treat Charlotte like a piece of meat. It was like he wanted me to kick his ass. "I'll let you know, Trev," she said. "You'll be the first one I think of next time I want to be taken advantage of when I'm emotionally upset by a guy who blows off in two strokes." Several onlookers oohed and ahhed at that, and a chorus of chuckles bubbled up from the crowd. "Well what can I say?" he said. "I get excited when a chick is all over me like that." There were more oohs from the crowd. Charlotte didn't reply though, and I found that a little upsetting. It was like she agreed with him or something, or at least couldn't deny it, so I replied for her. "Listen, prick," I said. "The only reason I haven't kicked your ass all over the fuckin' school is because Charlotte asked me not to. She figures you're not even worth the trouble. I disagree, but I respect her, which is more than I can say for you." "I'll let you know if I ever think of a reason to respect her," Trevor said. "She's a dumb slut. I used a line on her and she fell for it. What can I say? It was easy." Charlotte looked hurt. I'd never seen that look on her face before and it stirred up an incredibly passionate anger in me all of the sudden. "You have exactly five seconds to apologize to her, motherfucker," I said coldly. "I'm only giving you one chance." "Apologize? To her? Ha! She ain't worth it, man. If you wanna date the little whore, that's your choice. It just means you're even dumber than she is. Don't get all up in my face about it though, just cause I dropped a load on her." I shouldn't have let it his comments get to me, but they did. The look on Charlotte's face was breaking my heart. It was perhaps at that very moment when I realized once and for all that I really did love her with all my heart, and it was love that compelled me to action. Trevor was a little bigger and probably tougher than me, but I would have died before I let him hurt Charlotte like that. I walked right up and punched him in the face, a fast right jab that knocked him back into the locker behind him. His head hit the metal door with a loud bang and he went straight down. He didn't get back up again. In fact for a moment I actually thought I might have killed him or something. He moaned though, after a moment, and gave his head a slow shake from side to side, as if checking if it was still attached. The on-looking crowd stood in stunned silence. It had happened so fast. "Apologize, asshole!" I demanded again. "Fuck you," he mumbled. "Fuck both of you." It was at this point that Charlotte walked up to him and kicked him right in the nuts with all her strength. There was a mighty cheer from all around us. Trevor rolled sideways onto the floor and curled up into a little ball. "Fuckin' bitch!" he moaned. "Fuckin' slutty whore! Fuckin' cunt!" I grabbed him up off the floor, slammed him into the lockers again, and pummeled his face and body with a flurry of punches that knocked him back and forth in front of me like a rag doll. I don't know how many times I hit him, but by the time I was done his face was a bloody mess, and he was gasping for breath. He slowly slid down to the floor and collapsed in a heap. He didn't get back up, and his disdainful comments were silenced. A large crowd had gathering and a bunch of obnoxious little punks started chanting for a fight, even though it was already pretty much over for the most part. A teacher came hurrying out of a classroom and pushed his way through the crowd. "Mr. Mitchell," he said. "What exactly is going on here?" "Nothing," I said. "It sure doesn't look like nothing." "It's nothing. I was just leaving." For a moment I thought I was busted for sure. Fighting in school is grounds for expulsion. The teacher apparently decided it wasn't worth the hassle of making a big deal over, though. Perhaps he had heard the entire exchange from his nearby classroom and had decided that Trevor had gotten what he deserved. In any case, he simply helped Trevor to his feet and escorted him away, without making trouble for me or Charlotte. "See ya later, Two-strokes!" a girl called out. The crowd burst into laughter once again, and several people patted me on the back. "Way to go, man." "Good job." "That prick needed a good thrashing." I just stood there, humming with adrenaline, and watched them go. The crowd's applause faded and they slowly dispersed. I turned to Charlotte. She had a stunned look on her face that I couldn't quite read. Was she mad? Was she scared? I couldn't tell. "Sorry," I said, and then shrugged. "I couldn't let him talk about you like that." She said nothing and that worried me. I took her by the hand and we headed for her classroom. She stopped me outside the door and finally spoke, looking directly into my eyes. "I am so fucking wet right now, you wouldn't believe it," she said. "Wet?" I replied. "Extremely," she said back. "Suddenly everything inside me, every fiber of my being wants your cock like there's no tomorrow. I'm fucking gushing." "Why?" I asked. I honestly didn't get it. I actually thought she'd be mad at me for getting violent. Her pupils were wide dark pools though, and she stared at me, unblinking, as though I were prey or something. It was almost scary it was so intense. "I don't know exactly," she said. "I just know that my body is totally humming for you. I don't know if I can wait until Wednesday. Seeing you beat the fuck out of that son-of-a-bitch was just completely gorgeous somehow. You were fucking glowing. I want you so badly I'm shaking." "Wow," was all I could say. Charlotte nodded in response. "Wow," she replied, unable to tear her eyes away from mine. Then she kissed me again. "Take me somewhere and fuck me, Anthony" she whispered hotly. "I need it so bad! Anywhere. I don't care. Just get your cock in me before I fucking scream." Damn that was hard to resist, but I managed to keep my head on straight. "I've been dying for you all day too," I said. "But let's not give in yet. Think of the movie. Think of that sweet come shot flying out of me when we finally get down to it." "Oh god," she moaned. "Don't say shit like that. You're making it worse!" "Sorry," I said. She grabbed me again, and devoured my mouth in a kiss, clutching me to herself with more strength than I realized she had. Her breasts pressed comfortably into my chest, and I grabbed her ass in both my hands. "Reach down into my panties and feel my pussy," she said. I looked around. The halls were pretty much deserted. The buzzer had gone a few moments ago. So I reached down and slid my hand into her pants, right into her panties. Sure enough she was soaking wet, sopping even, and she was hotter than I'd ever felt her. I shoved my finger inside her and her knees gave out. She would have fallen to the floor if she hadn't had such a tight grip on me. "You weren't kidding," I said. "Feel that," she said. "It's all for you. All for you." Then she kissed me again. My heart flipped over and pounded explosively with love for her. My knees were a little shaky as well. I removed my hand from her pants, licked my fingers clean, and then just hugged her close to me. Eventually her teacher came out and cleared her throat. "Ahem," she said. "Ms. Lawsen, if you'll kindly join us we'd like to get started." Charlotte waved her away with one hand, and kept kissing me. "Excuse me," the teacher said. "This is not very appropriate behavior in a school hallway. Either break it up, or leave the premises." "I love you," Charlotte whispered. "I love you more than anything in the world - my knight in shining armor, my hero, my love." "I love you to," I replied. Then I hugged her once more and finally tore myself away. "See you soon," she said. As I walked away I heard her say to her teacher, "Sorry Mrs. K. If you only knew how stunningly sexy that boy is, you'd let me stand out there in the hallway and kiss him all day." Then they were gone into the classroom and the door was shut. I went to my own class and sat there for an hour and a half with a painfully cramped erection, thinking about the look of raw animal lust in Charlotte's eyes, and the taste of her kiss. My stomach was all in knots, and my head was gooey and dizzy. I was almost sick with love for her. ------- Chapter 34: Love Letters She met me in the hallway on my way to my second class and slipped a note into my hand. Then she was gone, without even so much as a kiss. I hurried to class and sat down in my desk, unfolding the note and devouring it with my eyes. "I'm totally and completely head over heels in love with you, Anthony," it read. "I can't believe that up until a few days ago I was resisting this. I was afraid to go through that big black door, but now that I'm here, I can't imagine being anywhere else. My god, I can't even think straight. It's like every thought in my head is of you. How can I please you? How can I pleasure you? How can I make you feel as wonderful as you deserve? How can I thank you for making me feel like a truly beautiful person inside and out, for the first time in my life? What you did for me a while ago, defending my honor like that - it was the most incredible thing I've ever experienced in my life! You make me feel like I'm like the most valuable person on earth to you. No one's ever made me feel like that. Ever! It feels so good! "The truth is, though I seem confident on the outside, and I try not to let gossip and shit bother me, deep down I'm as insecure as anyone else. I'm just better at pretending I guess. But with you I feel like I don't need to pretend. I know that I'm special, I'm adored, I'm cherished. I open myself to you completely, Anthony. I'm just a scared little girl sometimes, in a woman's body, who happens to love sex and being sexy. I know I've made mistakes in my young life. Trevor proved that to me beyond a doubt, but YOU proved to me that I can be loved fully and unconditionally by someone who deserves more than I can ever give them. I'll try my best to be all you deserve though, and I swear you'll always be the happiest man on earth if I can help it. "I'm beginning to understand how my mom feels about my dad. How she can completely surrender herself to him, without holding a single thing back. How she is never afraid to give herself to him, completely and totally. I can understand how happy she feels, and how secure she is in their love, because I feel that way too now, with you. "I know you would never hurt me. I know you would never do anything to disrespect me, or let anyone else hurt me or disrespect me. I know that you will always take care of me. I know that I can pour out all of myself to you, and hold nothing back, and you'll be there to receive me, and love me, and protect me, forever. "My god, I feel like I'm fucking drunk. People are laughing at me because I keep sighing and giggling to myself. I can't wait to see you again, and be alone with you and just wrap myself all around you. Every minute is painful. I want to see you so badly. "If you ever need anything, or want anything, or desire anything from me at all, no matter how big or how small, just ask me. I'll do anything for you, Anthony. I promise you this with all my heart. I'm yours, body, mind, heart, and soul. "With all of me, yours forever, "Charlotte." ------- I read it over and over again, about three of four times before finally staring up at the ceiling in a stupor of awe. My heart was bursting. I felt like I wanted to cry. I kept swallowing and squirming in my seat, and rereading the letter. Every single word was precious to me. Finally I folded it up and shoved it deep into my pocket. I stared at the teacher but did not hear a single word he said for an entire hour. He could have been belching the alphabet for all I cared. I didn't even know what class I was in to be honest - that's how dazed I was. I think it was History or something. After a while I took out my pen and opened my school binder to a blank page. "To the jewel of my heart," I began. "It shouldn't surprise you that I defended your honor. The tragedy of it is that there's a human being alive who doesn't think you're the most amazing person on the face of the earth. I suppose it's a good thing though, that Trevor said those things. If it gave me a chance to make you realize how much I love and adore and respect and cherish you, then let people say what they want. I will keep defending you. I always will. "I can't believe there was ever a time when I didn't feel this way about you. It just seems so right, like it was meant to be. You seem to fit me like you were made for me. Everything about you is pleasure to me. Don't worry about 'trying' to please me - just be, just exist, and I'm the happiest person on earth. The way you feel in my arms, the taste of your kiss, the sound of your voice, your body, your sex, your love, your eyes, your hair, your words, your mind, your emotions, your thoughts, your motions, your ideas, your face, your breathing, your smiles, your hugs, your backside, your front side - it's all heaven to me. "Simply knowing that you love me makes my world complete, Charlotte. There's nothing you need to do to fill me with more joy and love and comfort than I feel right now, just knowing you love me. Everything else is just more heaven. It's immeasurable. "You are making me a man. You see, before I had you in my life I was only part of who I am now. Having your love is turning me into what I am supposed to be in this world. I didn't know what that was, and I was crazy scared about it most of the time. I still don't know exactly, but at least I know that you're the rest of me - what was missing. I don't know if you understand. I can barely understand it myself. It's funny how love can be the most confusing thing in the universe, but at the same time everything seems so perfectly clear. I'm so confused, and everything's so crazy, but I am clear on this - you're mine, and that's everything that matters. "I'll leave you with this though, Charlotte my love. Soon I will be between your thighs, making love to you, wrapped up inside you in every possible way, feeling the world solved like a puzzle, and feeling the zero-gravity of being alone with you at the center of the universe. Hold me in your heart like that until we get there, as I hold you. "You are the center of me, and all around me at the same time. I am complete. "Love forever, "Anthony." ------- I passed the note to her in the hall as we passed one another during the next break. She smiled at me, perhaps knowing it would be a juicy little love note. It was more than that. It was all my heart poured out onto paper. I got to my next class and was equally as distracted as I'd been in the last. I found myself unfolding Charlotte's love letter every twenty minutes or so, peeking at it just to remind myself that all this was really happening to me. It felt like a dream. At some point during the class a girl came back from the washroom and announced quite casually that Charlotte Lawsen had passed out in her class and was down in the nurse's office. I leapt from my seat and was down the hall before the teacher could even ask me where the hell I thought I was going in the middle of... I didn't hear the rest. I got to the nurses office and saw the school nurse, Betty Morgan, and Charlotte's Geography teacher Mrs. Ashton huddled over the note I'd written her. They both looked up at me at the same time and their eyes widened - not so much in surprise at my bursting in so suddenly. Their faces had more of a wowed look to them. "Where's Charlotte?" I asked. "She's in there, lover boy," Betty said, indicating a small storage room where injured and ill students went to lay on a cot. "Is she alright?" I asked. They just stared at me as if I had two heads. "What?" I asked, feeling self-conscious under the weight of their eyes. "She's fine. Go on in," the nurse said. "I'm sure she'd much rather see you than either of us." "Hey! No funny business in there, Anthony," Mrs. Ashton warned. I ignored her and headed in, but then I turned around at the last second, walked over, and grabbed Charlotte's note from them. "Thank you," I said. "No problem, Romeo," Betty chuckled. "Kids these days," Mrs. Ashton said. "Jealous?" nurse Betty asked. "Shh!" Mrs. Ashton replied. Then I closed the door behind me. Charlotte looked up at me with a dazed look on her face. She looked pretty tired, like she'd been through an ordeal, but she brightened up a bit when I entered. I stood in front of the door looking down at her in the dim light of the storage room. It was lit pretty much with just a little night-light plugged into the wall socket beside Charlotte's head. She looked beautiful. "You bastard," she said after a moment. "You asshole. You have no idea what you do to me." Then she was wiping away tears from her eyes. She let out a half-giggle and stretched out her arms toward me. "Come and hug me," she said. I knelt beside her and hugged her. "Are you okay?" I asked. "What happened?" "I read your note, and I just started to feel light in the head, and weak in the knees, and tingly in the tummy, and so in love with you that I felt like throwing up. Then I was crying and laughing at the same time, and people started looking at me funny. The teacher asked me if I needed to be excused and I said yeah. I wanted to run to you, and grab you, and never let you go, but as soon as I stood up, everything went black. I woke up in here." "Sorry," I said, and kissed her cheek. "Here. This is yours." I gave her the note again. "Betty and Mrs. Ashton seemed to get a big charge out of it. They were reading it when I got here." "It was the most beautiful thing I've ever read in my life," Charlotte said, dropping her head down onto the pillow behind her. She reached up and stroked her fingers across the texture of the wall. Then she looked back at me. Then she just closed her eyes again. "Yours wasn't too bad either," I said. "I was just about bawling my eyes out in the middle of class." "Everything I said in it was true. I could have said a lot more, but I was too messed up to even think straight." "It was beautiful, and I'm gonna hold you to all that." "Me too." Then I kissed her, and she pulled me down to lay beside her on the cot. We didn't do anything sexual. We just lay there holding one another and feeling lost in our own little world. Nurse Betty poked her head in to check on us at one point and then she closed the door again. "Does this feeling ever go away?" Charlotte asked. "I don't know. Why?" "I can't even think straight. I feel like I'm drunk all the time. I can't even function. It sucks." "It's pretty wonderful too, you gotta admit." "Yeah. I guess." "I think the intensity dies down, but the power of it never really fades. It's like coming out into the sunshine after you've been in the dark." More silence passed between us. Then she kissed me again. "Every girl in school wants to fuck you, you know?" Charlotte said. "I kind of noticed," I said. "I feel like a celebrity or something." "It must be hard." "No pun intended?" I asked. "That's not what I meant, silly," she answered. "I mean, it must be hard trying to hold out like this. How many guys could control themselves with an entire population of chicks ready and willing to throw themselves at him?" "At least one that I know of," I said. "A guy that has everything he could ever want all wrapped up in one hot little package." "Sheila's got her work cut out for her," Charlotte said after another moment of silence. "How do you mean?" "She's gotta direct us in a raunchy sex scene when we're both ready to devour each other without holding back." "I'm sure she'll find someway to use our energy to her advantage. I'm more worried about trying to write the script when I can barely even think straight as it is." "You'll do fine. You're the best writer on earth in my books." "You're biased." "No shit, Sherlock. What tipped you off?" "Thanks anyway, though. That means a lot to me." "Even before I knew you, I thought you were a great writer. You used to get up and read those things in English class and they really made me think. I was so glad when we got paired up for those tutoring sessions." "One day I'm gonna write out all these adventures of ours into a story. These are some of the happiest and most exciting times of my life." "Mine too," Charlotte said. "You only get to be young and in love once. You'd better capture it for both of us." "I will," I said. "I promise." Then there was another lapse into silent repose, and she rested her head on my shoulder, stroking her fingers across my chest. Even the touch of her fingertips felt wonderful. "I love you," I said, for no reason at all. "I love you too," she replied. "As if I needed to say so, though. My only worry is, how am I gonna be able to go back to being a sexy little slut for you, when everything inside me wants to just love you and adore you and be all romantic like this." "That's a tough one," I agreed. "Do you like me being a slut for you like that? Or do you like me sweet and romantic?" "Both. Totally. Both." "Both?" "Yeah. You're so sexy as a hot little slut I could almost die, but other times you're so sweet and loving that it almost breaks my heart. I wouldn't even want to have to choose between them." "Isn't there one you prefer more though? Overall?" "No way. I've got the best of both worlds in one girl. I love it. I mean, would you ever want to choose between me being sweet and gentle, or hot and nasty with you?" "No way. I love 'em both. Sometimes I want you to fuck me hard, like a dirty little whore, and other times I wanted to be treated like a lady, soft and gentle." "So I guess we could use that idea for the movie script, huh? Bringing the guy to a place where he has to choose between the two of them, the slut or the lady." "See, this is why you're the writer and I'm not. I never would have thought of that in a million years." "I think we could also make it a metaphor about society in general." "What do you mean?" "Well think about it. On one hand you've got people telling you to 'just say no', to be responsible, to be safe and celibate, and on the other hand you've got movies, music, magazine, and TV telling you that sex is the be all and end all of human existence. It's such a contradiction. No wonder kids are disillusioned." "Kids just like fucking, just like anyone else," Charlotte said. "But they've got grown ups telling them not to, though. And then they bombard us with tits and ass and everything else, just so we'll buy their brand of soda pop. It's so hypocritical." "Ah, you think too much, Anthony. It's not really that big a deal." "I guess so. It just bugs me though." "So how would you use that metaphor in our movie?" "We could show the girl with the split personality as a metaphor of all teenagers, trying to come to grips with being sensible versus being wild and free and sexual." "Nobody's even gonna see the movie though, right? Do we need to go to all that work?" "Why not? We might as well do a good job, right? Even if it's purely for our own satisfaction." "Yeah, I guess. I just can't imagine going back to being a dirty little slut though. The way I feel right now is so peaceful and serene." "Just stop for a moment, close your eyes, and picture my cock spurting all over your tits." She closed her eyes and after a moment a randy little grin spread across her face. "Ah, there it is!" she said. "I was wondering where that feeling went?" "Don't get yourself too worked up though. You've still got two more days to go." She was still laying there with her eyes shut grinning and nodding slightly, looking so damn sexy I could have raped her right there. "Charlotte? Earth to Charlotte." "Huh? What?" she said, her eyes fluttering open to stare into mine. "Welcome back," I said. "Hi," she answered. "Hi?" I asked. "Yeah. Just hi. I'm glad you're here with me." "Well hi to you too then." "Hi," she said again, and then she kissed me. ------- Chapter 35: Money Talks The school day dragged on, like a foe who refused to be defeated and had to be stomped to death to keep it from getting back up one last time. I met Charlotte in the hall outside her locker, and we walked out of the building together. The nurse had told her she didn't need to come back in the next day if she didn't want to, but she said she was feeling much better. "I haven't eaten all day," she said. "No breakfast and no lunch. That's probably what's wrong with me." "So let's go eat," I said. "Can I take you out? My treat?" she offered. "Sure," I said. "Just let me drive my car home, and I'll meet you at my place." "Well in that case, let me head home and get changed, and I'll pick you up at five, okay?" "Alright," she said. "I've gotta go home and frame this letter on my bedroom wall, next to your picture." "You don't have a picture of me." "Well wear something nice and I'll take one when you get over there." "Will do," I said. We kissed and went our separate ways. I got home, showered, changed into a shirt and tie, kissed my mom gleefully on the cheek, and I was out the door again before she even had a chance to say hello. I brought my letter with me, in case I wanted to read it again. I got to Charlotte's house and Stephanie greeted me at the door. "Hey, Studly Doright," she said. "My, my, don't you look good enough to eat? Come on in. Charlotte's still getting ready for your little date." "Hey, Stephanie," I said. "How are you?" She led me into the living room and we sat down across from each other on two of the four suede-covered couches surrounding a vast marble coffee table. "I'm doing great," she replied. "I'm looking forward to this trip we've got coming up. It's big business. We're gonna be expanding into new markets, and it's looking like at least 50% in increased sales revenue per year." "Sounds great," I said. "You have no idea what I just said, do you?" "Not really." "You know Ron and I already make almost $20 million a year, don't you?" My jaw dropped. I mean it almost literally fell and hit the floor with a resonant clang. "And with the expansion into Canadian markets we stand to add another $10 million onto that, at least, depending how horny those Canadian bastards are I guess. I hear they're pretty sexy up there." "$20 million? A year?" I said. Stephanie shook her head, somewhat amused at my stupor. "$30 million," she corrected me. "Do the math." I was dumbstruck. I knew they were rich, but I never knew how rich. I couldn't believe I actually knew them. I was in awe all of sudden. "Granted the Canadian dollar is worth less, but the distributor we've been talking to up there figures we're gonna move half-a million units of each of our movies in the first eighteen months. After that it will settle down to a steady $10 million a year." "Wow," I said. "Yeah. It's a huge business. We're doing very well. It's not all income from our movies of course. Ron's doing very well in the stock market as well, and our money just seems to keep growing and growing, faster than we can keep track sometimes. I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone about it though. I don't think Charlotte would be able to continue at school if everyone knew how well-off we really are." "Kids would freak out," I said. Stephanie laughed out loud at me. "Well we're more worried about kidnap and ransom schemes. We don't want to have to send Charlotte to school with an entourage of goons every day. So far only our accountant knows the whole scope of how much we're worth, and we trust him implicitly." "How much are you worth altogether?" I asked. "None of your business, boy," she said. "Let's just say this house is modest compared to what we could be enjoying. We're already talking about moving up into a real studio next year. Doing things downstairs has been working out so far for the kind of work Ron does, but the artistic direction seems to be going around in circles a bit. We need some fresh space." Then she changed the subject. "Last night was wonderful, by the way. Thanks again for that." "Oh. Oh yeah. Thanks." "No. Thank you, mister. Ron thanks you as well, for keeping me 'occupied'. I was going nuts." "He knows!?" I asked, more surprised than I wanted to let on. "Of course he knows. He suggested it." Damn! I thought, but it was written all over my face. "Don't be so surprised, Anthony, baby. Ron and I have no secrets from each other. No hang-ups. No jealousy. Nothing. Don't worry about it. You can pretty much fuck me any time you want. He has a lot of respect for you." "Really? He respects me?" That sounded about as backward as it could possibly be. "Yeah, we heard about the fight you got in today at school today. That was mighty noble of you. Ron was very impressed. Charlotte is of course on cloud nine over you. She showed me the letter too. You're quite a special guy, Anthony." "Thanks," I said, but shifted nervously. She was eyeing me up with that predatory look again. I was beginning to recognize it as intense lust in women who set their sights on me. "So how, about it?" she said bluntly, parting her thighs to reveal a nude vulva beneath her thigh-length skirt. It had ridden up to her waist as we talked across from each other on the couches. I had to think fast. I couldn't possibly tell Stephanie I was saving my come for a porn shot later that week, but I needed an excuse that would justify a horny teenaged male saying no to a stunningly gorgeous woman like her. "I can't, Stephanie," I said. "I didn't mention this to Charlotte, but the guy I fought did manage to get a shot in on my groin. It's been in terrible pain all day. I loved to but I just can't." "You want me to kiss it better for you?" "Charlotte offered the same thing, but I declined. Sorry, but only time will heal this one." "That's too bad," she said. "I was kinda looking forward to being with you again." "You're more woman than I could ever hope for. I'll make it up to you. I promise." She let it go at that, and then wandered away to fetch Charlotte. Charlotte came downstairs in a ravishing little evening gown. I was immediately smitten with the desire to tear it off of her, but I of course resisted. She came at me with a small camera, and I grimaced at her, feeling too modest for such lavish attention. She stood there taking pictures of me while I sat smiling shrugging, and trying to look casual. Then she got her mom to take the camera and shoot a bunch of photos of the two of us together. We hugged, we kissed, we snuggled, we stood there looking happy and cool, and Stephanie just kept snapping away. Finally she had about sixty different pictures and we headed out the door. ------- Chapter 36: Dinner Conversation Charlotte took me out to what had to be the finest restaurant I'd ever been to, up until that point. It was a place called Franco's. They even had a string quartet playing in the dining area for the patrons. The only trouble was we actually had trouble getting in. They wouldn't believe that a couple of high school kids like us could afford a place like that. Charlotte had to pull out her school ID and her driver's license to prove that she was the Charlotte Lawsen that her mother had called to make reservations for. Stephanie and Ronald were apparently regular customers. They'd never seen Charlotte before though. "That was somewhat embarrassing," I said to her as the maitre d' finally escorted us to our table. "Trust me. He's way more embarrassed than us now," she whispered back. Sure enough the poor bugger was fawning and fussing over us like we were the king and queen of France or something. He sat us in a quiet corner, next to a gilded sculpture of cupid. There was a bubbling fountain at his feet and it looked very romantic. The table had a vase full of fresh-cut roses in its center with a red candle floating in ornate glass bowls of water. The table cloths were red satin and the napkins were silk. The menus had no prices on them. I felt way out of my league, but I was loving it at the same time. We sat down and grinned at each other commenting quietly on the posh surroundings we found ourselves in. Finally the waiter brought us two menus and scurried away as quickly as he'd come. "What will you have, my dear?" Charlotte asked. I could only stare at her happily, trying to shake myself out of the daze I was in, but not really wanting to. She flicked her eyes up at me from her menu and smiled. "I'll have steak. Do they have steak here?" "They have steak. How do you like it?" "Medium rare, please." "I think I'll have the lamb," she said, raising one eyebrow at the menu. "It looks to die for." The waiter came, and looked at me expectantly. Charlotte handed me her menu and looked at me as well. "Well," I said, realizing that I was to order for us. "My stunning companion here will have the lamb, and I believe I'll have a steak, medium rare, sir, if you please." "You do not care for an appetizer before you begin?" I looked at Charlotte and she shook her head in negation. She was famished. "No. I think we'll get right down to the meal. Thanks." "Very good. And to drink?" "Can we get some wine?" I asked. "I'm afraid not, sir," the waiter said in a rather condescending tone. "Why don't you ask Maurice if it would be okay," Charlotte told him. "Very well then," he said. He went away and we saw him talking with Maurice, the Maitre d' who had seated us. Maurice nodded and they strode into the kitchen. Moments later Maurice returned to our table with a bottle of the restaurant's finest. He poured us each a glass with a polite bow and hurried away again. "You sure know how to get things your way, don't you?" I said. Charlotte nodded. Her eyes were very sexy, sparkling with the happiness she felt being with me for our first romantic dinner. We clinked glasses and sipped at the wine. It was fairly dry, but had fullness to the flavor that I liked. I wasn't much of a wine drinker, but it seemed appropriate for a romantic evening. Charlotte had her chin on her hand and was softly stroking her cheek with her fingers. The candle light refracting through her wine was casting a reddish hue onto her face. I don't know why, but I can still see that image in my mind's eye to this day. I wish I'd taken a picture of it. "How are you feeling?" I asked. "I feel good," she said. "Starving though." "Your mom liked my love letter." "I was just thinking about that," Charlotte smiled. "You read my mind." "What were you thinking about it?" "I was wishing I could feel the 'zero-gravity of being at the center of the universe with you' right now." I lifted her hand to mine and kissed it. "Soon enough," I said. "If there's one thing Sheila won't have a problem with, it'll be us being able to fuck for three days straight without getting sick of each other." "I hear that, baby." "Have you even sprung this whole thing on Steve yet?" I asked her. "Yeah. I talked to him at school today. He wanted to make out with me in the hallway, and I turned him down. He started to get a little pissed off at me, but I told him about the project we were doing and asked him if we wanted in. He was drooling like a dog over the idea. 'Fuck, yeah! I'm so there!' he said. I told him not to say anything to anyone about it, or it would be called off and he promised he'd keep it zipped. So he's in for the next production meeting." "Cool," I said. "But is he gonna wanna fuck you while he's at it?" "I told him what's what with you and me. I think he gets it. He's gonna be cool. He mostly excited about making a real live porno movie." "Does he know about your parent's business?" "Nope. I told him they make B-movies and documentaries, and he seemed to buy that." "We'll have to tell Sheila not to mention anything about it around him." "Yeah." "So everything's ready then. I just gotta write it." "No pressure or anything." "No. I'll definitely keep it simple. It's our first try, and it'll be better not to aim too high. Just a whole lotta fucking and sucking, and a little bit of dialog to prop up the story." Charlotte looked down at the table and twiddled the corner of her napkin between her fingertips. "I wish I could suck you off right now, Anthony," she said, with all seriousness. "Really?" I smiled. "Yeah. I miss having your cock in my mouth. I miss the throbbing, the heat, the thrusting, the spurting come." "You better take it easy, darlin'. That kind of talk is getting me pretty worked up here." "What you think you're the only one who's hard up?" "Well no, but-" "You know I absolutely love your body, right? You know I adore every inch of you? You know I'd love nothing better than to lay naked with you and touch you in every place for the rest of my life, don't you? You know I'm a horny little slut to begin with, never mind being this close to you and not being able to jump you whenever I want it." "I never thought about that actually. Sorry." "No problem. I just don't want you to think you're the only one who's struggling with doing without here." "So why are you abstaining? I'm the one who's gotta save my come." "I don't know. I guess I'm just trying to 'stay faithful' or whatever." "You don't have to, you know." "I thought you weren't ready to share me with anyone else yet." "It depends who it is I guess." Now I was fidgeting with my napkin, unable to meet her eyes for some reason. "Name some people who you'd feel comfortable sharing me with." "How about you name some people and I'll tell you how I feel about them. Who's the best lover you've ever had?" She raised her eyebrows at me in surprise. "You have to ask?" she said. "Well I don't know. If you're gonna be with someone else it should at least be with someone good. I'm sure you've got some favorites notched onto your belt. Who's the best you've ever had?" "Oh, Anthony," Charlotte said, shaking her head at me in disbelief. "What?" I asked, smiling awkwardly, like I was missing the punch line of some joke. "Who is it? Just tell me. I've got to get over my jealousy sometime. I'm sure I'm at least as good as he is in some ways." "You're so silly," she said again, taking a sip of her wine. "Come on, tell me. I'm actually getting a little turned on thinking about you really getting off with some hot stud somewhere." "You're really serious!?" Charlotte asked. "You don't know who the best sex I've ever had was with?" "Was it recent? I only know who you've been with recently. I know about Trevor, but it's definitely not him. I know about Steve, but you haven't really done anything with him. Before that you were with Mick from the football team." "Mickey Preston," Charlotte said. "Yeah, I heard about that one. He's a good friend of mine. Was it him?" "I'd have to say he's in the top five at least. How do you know him?" "We used to have a paper route together when he lived down the street from me a few years back. We we're like ten or eleven or something." "I met him a the Major-Mart. I was stopping in to buy condoms for a girlfriend of mine and we struck up a conversation. The next thing you know he's in the car with me and we're back at his place. It happened so fast, but it was so fucking hot! I came like a bitch in heat before he'd even taken five strokes in me. It was awesome. It only happened once though." "So he was good then?" I asked, swallowing down a hint of jealousy. "Top five, definitely." "Well list off your top five lovers then," I asked. "I'm sure I compare to at least some of them." "You're such an idiot," she said. "What!? Why? Just tell me. I won't be jealous. I swear! I'll tell you who I've been with." "Okay," Charlotte said. "Now this is interesting. How many girls have you been with altogether?" "Well in reverse order I'd have to say, Stephanie Lawsen, Charlotte Lawsen, Sheila Unger, Trisha Seares, Stacy Coranell, Lindsay Fenstien, Rebecca Drummond, Carol Anderson, and almost Sheila Unger." "Who was the best out of all of those?" Charlotte asked. "You, of course. Hands down." "Exactly, so why should it be strange if-" Charlotte paused a moment, thinking. "Wait a minute. Did you say my mom first?" Uh-oh. "Yeah," I said. "When did you fuck her that I didn't know about?" "She came in and pretty much raped me while you were driving Sheila home last night. I'm sorry. I meant to tell you." "So that explains why you were so exhausted last night." "It does, actually. Sorry. I meant to tell you about it, but I never got a chance. Well I did have a chance I guess, but I chickened out. I thought you'd be mad." Charlotte laughed out loud. "Why!?" she asked. Her eyes flared with curiosity. "Why would you think I'd be mad?" "I don't know. Because we did it behind your back, and I didn't tell you about it." "Oh, Anthony. That doesn't make any difference." "It does to me. I wouldn't want you to do that to me, but I did it to you. I felt awful." "Don't you realize how silly that sounds? I laid there and watched you fuck my mom right in front of me. Why would I ever be jealous of anything else you did with her, even if it was behind my back!?" Now I was really feeling dumb. "I don't know. I'm still getting used to all of this." There was a short pause. I stared down at the candle on the table in front of me, and then out across the restaurant, and over at the string quartet, and then at the cupid statue, wondering how I would ever get used to the weirdness of our relationship. "It's you," Charlotte told me. "What's me?" "You're the best lover I've ever had." Now I raised my eyebrows at her. "It's true," she said, "and it's not just because I'm in love with you either. Actually, it's the other way around. I fell in love with you partly because you're the best lover I've ever had." "Really?" "Yeah. It's true. I've been fucked. I've been licked until I screamed. I've come until I just about fucking fainted, but sex with you touched something deep inside me." "No pun intended," I smirked. "Well that too, but that's not what I mean. You got me to open up and feel emotions during sex. I'd never experienced that before." "How did I do that?" "I don't know, the look in your eyes when you look at me, the power of your body above me, making me feel like a helpless little girl in your arms, the way you seem to know exactly when to go slow, when to go fast, when to flip me over and ram me from behind, right when that's exactly what I want. It's like we're perfect together or something, like pieces of a puzzle, and that just gets me all emotional." She released a labored sigh, as though even thinking about it was stirring her up all over again. "Sex with other guys always had a certain clumsiness about it, no matter how hot it was. I never quite felt finished when it was over, even if I'd come a half dozen times. It was strange. With you though, I always feel fucked to a fine finish, even when I don't even come. Don't ask me why. I don't know why. All I know is you're the best sex I've ever had, and I don't think I'll ever find anyone better." "So you'll have to hang on to me then," I said. "I plan to," she replied. Then our food arrived. ------- Chapter 37: Getting Her Off We ate, rarely taking our eyes off of each other. There was something beautiful even about watching her eat. She even fed me, and that was one hell of a deeply erotic moment. She pressed a bite of steak into my mouth and wiped my chin with the silk napkin while I chewed it. It was tender and delicious. I've never had a better steak, but having her feed it to me made it even more exquisite. I fed her in turn and she chewed the mouthful with closed eyes, reveling in the sensuality of it. Our wine was long gone, and not even Maurice would bring us more. He gave us a free bottle of sparkling punch though. It was close enough to champagne. We didn't complain. We were minors after all and we'd already had a glass of some of the finest wine available. We sipped at it as though it were wine, and toasted one another. We made our way through the meal, and even ordered some dessert. She had some sort of peach flavored cheesecake, and I had a bowl of mint ice cream, slathered in chocolate syrup. She gave me the cherry from the top of her dessert and I took it in my mouth from the tips of her fingers. "Now you can say you took my cherry," she giggled. "It was sweet," I replied. "Part of me kind of wishes I'd saved it for you. That would have been beautiful." "I've taken more cherries from you than you even realize," I said. "How do you figure?" "Well there was your anal cherry, though we've still gotta work on that one, the cherry of being your first boyfriend, the cherry of being your first real love, the cherry of being the best lover you've ever had, the first guy your dad ever approved of." "Now that you mention it, you have made quite a virgin out of me, haven't you?" "Well the opposite, actually." "Oh yeah, right. You've made a non-virgin out of me." "My favorite cherry is being your first love." Charlotte smiled up at me, and then glanced down at the remains of her cake. Then she looked up again, right into my eyes. "You've fucked my virgin heart, and made it bleed for you." I shuddered at that, and had to close my eyes for a moment. It was too intense. "I have, haven't I?" I said finally. "You have," she replied. There was a moment of silence again, and then I spoke. "I'm going to go down on you later," I said. "I don't care how much torture it is. I want to watch you coming. I need to." "Like I'd resist," she said. "I'd love to do it right now, as a matter of fact," I added. "Don't I wish?" "How badly do you want it?" She looked into my eyes again, this time without a smile. "I'm fucking soaked. I've been horny all damn day." "You want me to go down on you, right here and now?" Charlotte flushed hotly, glancing around in a panic as though she had just realized she was naked or something. "You wouldn't!" she said. "As a matter of fact I would," I said. "What here? Now!?" "Nobody's around." "Yeah, but- What you mean like under the table?" "Don't you want me to?" "I'd fuckin' scream. I couldn't handle it!" "Have you ever had sex in public before?" "I had sex in the back of a car, with all kinds of other cars parked all around us, but never like this!" "Who hasn't done that? I thought you were adventurous," I teased her. "Well I also had sex on the diving board of our swimming pool right in our backyard in the middle of the afternoon." "With just you and him there? Boring! I've seen how high your fence is." "Well I've also had sex in the equipment room of the school gym, with like forty kids running around right behind the door." "I'll give you that one. That was pretty risky. It only lasted fifteen seconds though." "Still it's more than you've done." She had me there. "Well let's make this the most adventurous thing either of us have done so far then." "My god, Anthony. You're really serious!" I dropped my knife off the table. "Whoops. I better get that," I said. I slid off the chair in the dim little corner of the restaurant we occupied and ducked under the satin table cloth. Nobody noticed. I could hardly see but I didn't need to. I found my way between her knees and parted them. She was shaking, almost violently, and I grinned to myself. The music of the quartet and the steady din of the various conversations would drown out any noise we might make. I slid her dress up her thighs and tugged her down into a relaxed slouching position. I dragged her panties down and she lifted her ass submissively. Suddenly I was face to face with her sweet vulva. There wasn't much room under the table, and I had to turn my head sideways to get at it, but I was determined to treat her, right then and there. I licked at her thighs until she parted them more fully. Soon her legs were spread wantonly in each direction and I worked my way inward toward her vulva with my hot little kisses and licks. She was steaming! I dabbed little kisses onto her clitoral hood and took long licks up the length of her slit. I could hear her catching snatches of breath, and releasing deep shaking sighs from above, and her thighs flexed and relaxed on either side of me, still trembling with excitement. Her legs were shaking badly, and they got worse when I locked hard onto her clit with a hot steady suction and massaged it with my tongue inside my mouth. "Oh god!" she gasped quietly. I heard the clatter of an empty glass she must have knocked over accidentally, and then a thump on the table top as she righted it again, probably trying to look nonchalant, poised, and carefree while her wet sticky clit was being licked and suckled by a ravenous young man beneath the table in front of her. I pushed her thighs apart even further and managed to get the tip of my tongue into her vaginal opening. She squeezed it lovingly, and I bobbed my face up and down, swirling it around inside her a bit before returning to her clit once again. Her thighs were squirming and her body was shaking even more now. I gave her clit a little bit of a love bite and she flinched, letting out an audible squeak, and then another long sigh that seemed to suggest the bite hadn't actually been all that painful. I locked onto it again, sucking it into my mouth and bobbing on it the way she did to me with her mouth. Then I moaned softly into the sweet suction and she suddenly popped. Her body exploded into shakes and shivers and her breathing jumped and started in delirious gasps in between whatever internal orgasmic exertions she was feeling. She was still managing to keep her volume under control though, and nobody seemed to notice she was coming her ass off in the dimly-lit back corner of the restaurant. I slowly worked her down to a twitching mass of post-orgasmic jelly and she reached under the table to pass me a napkin. She had soaked the chair in front of her with the wet wash of her climax and I was barely able to clean it up. I wiped up her thighs and vulva, and even my cheeks and chin before stuffing the perfumed rag into the pocket of my pants. It would make a great souvenir. It was better that we'd done this in public. There was less chance of me getting worked up and just fucking her out of the blue. If we'd done this back at her place, I probably would have done exactly that. I loved her pussy desperately, and even then my cock was throbbing to plow its way inside her. I gave her a few last kisses in conclusion and she shuddered above me. I helped her pull her soggy little panties back up, and adjust her dress back into its proper place. Then I peeked out from under the table cloth, and quickly slid back into my seat. Still nobody noticed. We'd pulled it off without a hitch. She looked flushed and flustered, and she was glowing with the sweet blush of orgasm. I smirked at her, and then outright laughed. "You look fucked," I said. "You're an asshole," she answered back. I grinned at my glass. "You are. Now you've got me dying for cock again. How am I gonna survive." "Dying for cock?" I asked. "Just any cock?" "Well yours specifically, but yes, cock in general." "Hmm," I said, and getting a bright idea in my head. I was fairly drunk with lust myself, and was perhaps not thinking very straight, but suddenly I wanted to see her get fucked. I really did. "What?" she asked. "I think it's time we got you some cock," I replied. She looked at me curiously, but said nothing. We called for the check and she paid, leaving a healthy tip, in spite of the initial mix up. Once outside the restaurant she could no longer contain herself. "Okay, I'll bite. What's going on, Anthony?" "I'm gonna get you some cock," I said. "Come on." We walked to a payphone, and I dialed a friend of mine. "Mickey," I said. "It's Anthony. Are you busy right now?" Charlotte threw her head back and put both hands onto her face as if to say 'oh my god!' I grinned at her. "Not really," he said. "Why? What's up." "Listen, Mickey," I continued, "We've been friends a long time right." "Sure. Why? You need something?" "Sort of," I answered. "I heard about that snake Trevor fucking you around, you need some back up or what?" "No, it's not that." "Well if you're in a jam, I'm in your corner, dude." Dude. I hadn't heard that one in a while. "Thanks man. You're a great friend. That's why I want you to do me a favor. I trust you." "Anything you need, man. Just name it." "You know I'm seeing Charlotte now, right?" "Yeah. Congratulations, you lucky bastard." "Well the thing is, we've got sort of a debate going on here. She figures I'm jealous you know, about her sexual past and stuff, and I say I'm not. Can you settle something for us?" "You want me to lie for you? Tell her you're not jealous?" I laughed out loud. Was my jealousy that obvious? "No, it's not that. Mickey, man, I want you to fuck her, right in front of me. I want to prove to her that I'm not jealous." I winked at Charlotte. She was almost swooning. She reached up her dress while I talked on the phone, tugged her panties down her thighs and pulled them off of her ankles. Then she wrung them out in her hands, and shook her head in disbelief. I smirked at her and she stuffed them into my pocket. "You're shitting me," Mickey said, after a brief pause. "I'm not. You've done it with her before. She said you were really good, and she's horny as hell right now. So are you game, or what?" "I'm not gonna mess with your woman, dude. I'm not like that." "You see, man? That's why I want you to, because you respect us. I'm giving you permission to fuck her. No strings attached. I just want you to get her rocks off. Don't worry about anything. I'm gonna be right there with you guys, there won't be any jealousy or anything between me and you. That's why I called you. I trust you." "You're fucking serious!?" Mickey said again. "Yeah. I know you want to do it. How can you resist a fine piece like this?" "She's there with you!?" "Of course. We just had dinner. Now she wants sex, but I want to prove to her that I'm man enough to let her fuck someone else. I'm secure. I'm confident. I'm self-assured. I trust her and I trust you. So just fucking go for it, man. What do you say?" "That's fucked up, dude! I don't know." Charlotte grabbed the phone. I hugged her from behind, pressing my face into her neck, crushing my raging erection into her ass, and fondling her tits with both hands. It's a damn good thing no one was around. Charlotte rubbed her ass back against my erection and reached one arm up behind her to caress my head. "Mickey, this is Charlotte," she said. "Are you actually saying no to fucking me again? I thought I was the hottest piece of ass you've ever had in your life?" He said something to her, and she laughed. I ground my erection even harder into her ass, wanting so badly to simply slide it out of my pants and fucker her from behind right there. She was so wet it would be as easy as slicing pie. Somehow I resisted though, and simply kissed her neck with frustrated longing. "So how about it?" she continued. "I'll do that thing with my pussy you love so much." He said something else. "Oh yeah!" she said. "I promise! No, Anthony's cool with it. I swear. No! We're like totally in love already, after only a week or so. Well partly he wants to prove he's not jealous, but I think partly he just wants to see me getting fucked. I'm a hot piece of ass and he can't resist seeing it with his own eyes." She was a smart girl. I had to hand it to her. Mickey said something else to her. "Well you have to promise to make me come a few times too, like you did last time, remember? Slow and hard, slow and hard, busting me open with that big fat cock of yours. You were great, baby!" If he'd had any doubts about fucking her, she had just demolished them. I can't imagine anyone resisting such an offer from her. (Although at the time I was resisting it myself somehow.) She handed the phone back to me. "Mickey? I'm coming to get you. We'll be there in ten minutes." I hung up and we hurried to the car, almost stumbling with excitement. "I love you, Anthony. This means so much to me," Charlotte said. "I know," I replied. "It feels weird, but for some reason I really don't feel all that jealous right now. I'm just horny as hell." "No, you don't understand. When I say it means a lot to me, I mean it. This is proving to me all over again that you really do love me, and that you really believe that I love you. If you didn't trust my love you wouldn't be doing this. It means so much to me that you believe I love you with all my heart." "I never thought about it that way," I said. "Well it's true. I do love you, and I'm gonna prove it by fucking a friend of yours right in front of you, and showing you what a beautiful, sexy, gorgeous woman you've got." "That's just insanely ironic, but it makes perfect sense somehow." We got to the car and kissed passionately up against the driver's side door. Charlotte was shaking badly. "Are you okay?" I asked her. "Yeah. Are you?" "I'm feeling a little giddy, but otherwise I'm great." "Are you gonna be okay? I mean to resist joining in or whatever." "I'll be fine. I only ask one thing." "You name it." "Don't let him come inside you," I said. "Let that be a special place just for me." "Okay," she said. "You better drive though. I'm too excited." "Sure." I got in the driver's seat of her car, and she jumped in beside me. Soon we were on our way to Mickey's house. She was kissing me desperately all the way there, on the neck, on the throat, on my ears and face, and even on my chest. She must have told me she loved me at least twenty-five times or more. ------- Chapter 38: Dancing Naked Mickey came out and jumped in the backseat. He was very quiet. We all were. Charlotte was still snuggled up to me, and we just drove around chatting lightly while we tried to figure out a suitable venue for our latest adventure. Finally I decided on Ranger's Point, a local make-out spot a little ways out of town where teenagers hung out on the weekends. It was Monday so I guessed it should be deserted. "So are you really sure about this, Anthony?" Mickey asked shyly. "This is way fucked up, dude." "Charlotte get in the back with him," I said. "Show him how sure we are about this." Charlotte climbed over the back seat and snuggled up to Mickey, but not before giving me an excited little squeeze on the thigh with trembling hands. I tilted the rearview mirror so I could watch them. Charlotte began kissing and licking his neck and ears, and though it was tremendously weird to see the girl I loved all over another guy like that, it was incredibly exciting at the same time. "Anthony wants you to fuck me, Mickey," she said into his ear, in between licks and nibbles at his ear lobe. "He wants you to stick your cock in me and fuck me good and hard. I'm so wet for you right now, baby. I want you so bad." Charlotte kept stealing glances into the mirror, watching my lustful gaze, checking my responses to her performance. "You wanna fuck me, Mickey? You wanna get that hot throbbing cock up inside me, deep and thick, just like the last time?" "Oh god, Charlotte! You know I do," he muttered back. "Let me see," she said. She fished his cock out of his pants and began stroking it. He released a stammering sigh and finally kissed her in return for the first time. It was then that the first jealousies flared up inside me. I don't know why they did, but I managed to beat them down. Charlotte kissed him back passionately, and she looked so very sexy at it, but I could not see any of the love she had expressed in kissing me a few moments before. Instead she glanced over at me and I saw her love for me in her eyes. She looked like she was desperately hoping I thought she was the most beautiful woman on earth right then. She was right. I did. She was kissing him deeply and tugging on his cock, and I saw him hunch up to tug his pants down under his ass. It was then that it hit me full force that I was actually gonna watch my girlfriend fuck another guy. It was no longer just an idea. It was fast becoming reality. Strangely enough I found myself desperately turned on. Beating back the dying twinges of jealousy became easier and easier as the moments passed. They were all over each other now, kissing and licking and sucking each other's faces and necks. It looked very hot. "Ah, shit, that feels nice, Char," Mickey said. "Stroke it. Yeah, like that. Oh, baby!" She was obviously doing something very sweet to his cock. He could barely speak all of the sudden. I could see her shoulder shaking and I could only guess she was jerking him off with quick and steady strokes. My cock throbbed enviously. I shuddered, barely able to keep my eyes on the road. "Damn, it's nice. So big and hard already. Oh, look! He's drooling a bit." With that Charlotte dipped down and I imagine her mouth found his cock and wrapped itself sweetly around it. His expression changed to ecstasy and I could soon hear some hot slurping noises from behind me. I felt a twinge of jealously flare up once again. I mean, I thought I was ready for this, but now they were actually getting down to it. Now I wasn't really so sure. I began to wonder deep down inside whether she was enjoying doing that to him more than to me. It was a ridiculous thought, with no basis in reality, but it was strong, bubbling up from my guts like fire. That's the essence of jealousy I think - insecurity - the nagging, almost subliminal fear that your girl might love someone else more than you, and maybe leave you for that other guy. It's all about pride, and pride and love kill each other like fire and ice. Of course this was totally stupid in our case. I had to fight it, and I did. Charlotte had assured me beyond the shadow of a doubt that she loved me more than anyone on earth, but my guts still churned up a bit, hearing her mouth working pleasure into another man's cock. Mickey himself relieved my doubts, when he told me I was the luckiest bastard on the face of the earth. Charlotte moaned in agreement, and my confidence suddenly soared again. Suddenly Charlotte popped up again and looked around. "Are we going to Ranger's Point?" she asked. "I take it you've been there before?" I asked. "Oh, just a few times," she smirked. Then she went back down on him, and Mickey and I grinned at each other in the mirror. "Isn't she so totally sexy, Mick?" I asked. "She fucking blows my mind." "She blows all of me," Mick replied, breathlessly. "My mind, my body, by sanity! She rocks! You're one lucky bastard." "So are you, tonight," I said. "I guess so," he said. "Thanks for thinking of me." "It probably won't be the last time." "So do you get to fuck other girls too?" Mick asked. He sounded like he was trying to be calm and cool, but his voice was cracking like a pre-pubescent teenage boy. Charlotte hummed contentedly every once in a while and that seemed to trigger his little squeaks. She was sucking on him gorgeously. "In theory," I said. "I haven't done it yet." I didn't want to mention Stephanie or Sheila, and Charlotte didn't say anything either. She just kept sucking, kissing, and fondling him as we talked, moaning excitedly everyone in a while. "How are you doing back there, Char?" I asked. She popped off him and sat up immediately, as though answering me was top priority. My ego was massaged into relaxation once again. "I'm so fucking hot right now," she said. "I could fuck you both!" She was panting, barely able to speak. "Damn!" Mick and I said together. "Well let's start with Mickey here, okay my love?" "Yes," she said. "Mickey!" "Are you hot for him, my sweet little slut?" Mickey's eyes widened. It was already a fucked-up situation, as he called it, and now I was talking dirty to her too. "Yes," she said, pulling his mouth to hers for a kiss. "You'll do anything for me, won't you?" She nodded. "You'll fuck anyone I tell you to, and stop when I say stop?" She nodded again. "Anything," she said. "Anyone." "Suck his cock, Charlotte," I said. She dropped her face to his lap, and there was noisy slurping. His face melted into ecstasy once again. "Stop now," I said, and her head popped back up again. I grinned at her in the mirror. "Anything," she panted at me. Anything, master, her eyes said. "Suck his cock again," I said. "But stop before he comes." She went down on him again, and he nodded drunkenly, bouncing around a bit as the car went down the gravel road. "Tell him you love his cock." Charlotte popped up again and began kissing him all over his face, hungrily, like he was the last man on earth or something. "I love your cock, Mickey! It's so hot and thick in my mouth. I wanna taste your come." "Dude, this is so fucked up!" Mickey stammered. "She's totally obeying everything you tell her!" "It's 'cause I love him, Mick. He rocks my world." "Suck his cock again, sweetheart," I said, showing off a bit now. "Take it all the way down this time." She did, and his eyes widened, wider than they'd been thus far. "Are you gonna come soon?" I asked him. He nodded. "You wanna shoot it in her mouth?" He nodded again. "Take it in your mouth, Char. Taste it. Swallow it. Love it." She did. He grunted and gasped and panted up at the ceiling of Charlotte's car, and moments later began filling her sweet bobbing mouth with his come. I could actually hear her gulping it down. She was moaning hotly, and he was growling and flinching as she sucked the come right out of him. "Finish him off good," I said. "Don't waste a drop." "Ah, god! Fuckin' sweet!" he babbled, almost laughing now. She slowed her motions and he gradually sunk back down into the seat. He was completely spent. Finally she popped off of him, sat up and concluded the blowjob with a shuddering gulp. She kissed him on the cheek and he hugged her sweetly to him, wanting to shower her in his gratitude. He released such a beautifully happy sigh, I couldn't have mustered up any more jealousy even if I tried. "How was it?" I asked. He just shrugged in confusion, at a loss for words. "Charlotte?" I asked. "How was he?" "Hot, and thick, and spewing sweetly down my throat. I've got no complaints." "I'll bet you're ripe and ready to get fucked, though." "Oh yeah," she said. "I'm gushing wet. I bet he gets in there in one stroke." "And you'll squeeze him, won't you? Hot and snug in that gorgeous little pussy of yours?" "I will, and he'll love it!" We arrived at Ranger's point, and parked next to the abandoned forest fire lookout tower. As expected, there was not another car to be seen. We had the place to ourselves. It was long after dark now, but it was a warm enough night. We got out of the car and sat on the front of it, with Charlotte in between us. "So you guys are really cool with all this, huh?" Mick said, as though he were still afraid I might suddenly flip out on him all of the sudden. "I was feeling a little bit jealous, at one point," I said. "But it was more an envious kind of jealous, than an angry jealous." It wasn't entirely true, but what the hell. "Was I sexy enough for you, baby?" Char asked me, burying her face in my neck. "You were amazing," I said. "I can't wait until it's my turn." I winked at her. "Soon enough," she said. "Save it up, until you're ready to explode. It'll be so much better." Mick had no idea what we were talking about. He actually looked puzzled as to why I wasn't fucking her myself right then and there. Char released me from her embrace and did a giddy little dance, twirling and spinning happily in front of us. "I feel so good right now," she said. "Wild and free and uninhibited. I love being a fucking dirty little slut!" "It suits you," Mick said, ogling her moving form with unbridled lust. "Why don't you strip for us, Char?" I said. She obeyed, slowly sliding her dress up over her head and flipping it off. Then she was standing there wearing only her black high-heeled shoes. She had not been wearing a bra, and I still had her panties in my pocket. She was bare-ass naked in the cool night air. She shivered a bit in the cool night air, but did not complain. "Play with yourself," I said. Charlotte tugged her nipples into erection, and bowed down to suck on them one at a time. Then she thrust her hand down into her privates and we saw her fingers disappear into the delicate folds of her vulva. She stroked herself like that for a few minutes and suddenly spoke. "Anthony defended my honor today, Mickey, when some dude was bad-mouthing me in front of a crowd of people." "Yeah, I heard about that," he said. "I love him more than anything else in the world for that, and I love him even more for trusting in my love for him. That's what this is about, showing him that my love for him is pure and true, that I'll do anything for him. All this is for him. Even when I fuck another guy, I'm still hot for him. It's not really about him proving anything to me, about whether or not he's jealous. It's about us showing him that he really does love me and trust me. It's about getting him to love my sexuality, no matter who I'm with. So don't be shy or nervous. Just take me and fuck me passionately, and trust in our love for each other that nothing weird will come of it." "See that's so cool, you guys," Mickey said, sounding a little emotional now. "What you've got with each other is better than sex. It's powerful. Anthony used to be a terribly jealous guy. He used to beat guys up just for looking at Rebecca wrong. He ain't like that anymore. He's so cool. He totally loves you. I can see it." "What can I say? Charlotte's awesome," I said. "Now quit your yapping, baby, and get over here and fuck this boy!" ------- Chapter 39: Nothing Changes Charlotte walked up, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. It was the kiss that began their fuck and it was hot. He stripped off his clothes while their tongues danced, and soon they were both bare naked together, standing chest-to-chest with his cock pressed comfortably between them. He was a big guy, tall and muscular, and she had to angle her face upward into his kiss. It looked very sexy, like she was an eager little girl before him. His erection was a good six or seven inches long. Its size was more significant in its thickness however. It was a really fat cock, thicker than mine. My eyes bulged at it. I couldn't imagine that thing fitting inside her. I watched in awe as she dropped down, squatting her butt down onto her heels, and began sucking furiously on his cock once again. This time I could see it with my own eyes. I've never been so turned on in all my life. She was so damn hot it was dizzying. Her mouth bobbed on him, her cheeks puckered inward as she sucked hard on it, her tongue slurped and swirled inside, slithering all around him, and he clung to her head in delighted bliss. My girlfriend was sucking cock, and she was amazing at it. Eventually he pulled her up and turned her to lie her down on the hood. He threw her legs up and back, and they fell wide open before him. He took his cock in his hand and rubbed it up and down her drooling little slit. Its lips pouted thickly before him, drooping down with her arousal, engorged with the blood of hot teenaged excitement. These were all things I'd never notice before. Finally he tapped its face on the kitty's nose a few times and then pressed it inside her once and for all. As predicted it went in all the way in one stroke, and when I say it went in, it really went in! He slid slowly into her wet and welcoming little hole, and her mouth dropped open in empathy, mirroring the gape of her vagina as she was penetrated down there by his thick hard shaft. She seemed to be loving it. She panted wantonly and moaned aloud, vocalizing her pleasure at the sudden stretch he was giving her, as he filled her with his thickness and width. "Oh god, Anthony," she cried out. "It's so hot inside me." I stood there with my hand on my mouth watching in stunned silence as his cock conquered her tightness and slipped into the pleasure of her slick wet little squeeze. He pressed forward until his pubic bone crushed hers, and they cried out in mutual ecstasy. Then they fell to deep wet tongue kissing as he gave her a few slow and sexy strokes to secure his position inside her. "Ah god, that's nice!" Then he began fucking her. He thrust in and out of her with steady purposeful motions that soon had her bouncing back and forth in front of him on the car. Her breasts jiggled and swayed and her legs waved back and forth in the air beside him. His cock was pleasuring her immensely and I could see it all over her face. Her eyes were shut, her mouth was opened and she was panting with animalistic abandon, getting fucked good and hard by her boyfriend's buddy. He gripped one of her thighs in each hand and gave it to her with steady loveless thrusts, intent only on the physical pleasure they shared, and the raw sexual energy of the moment. I began to realize what Charlotte had been explaining about the clumsiness with other guys. It wasn't so much physical clumsiness, as emotional. Mick was quiet agile as he stroked in and out of her, repositioning her long sexy legs this way and that, and she was no bungler herself. The physical act was a perfection of sound, sight, and motion, but in the end they were simply two people having sex, pounding their genitals together, and enjoying the pleasure of a mindless fuck. Charlotte and I definitely had something deeper. I could see it with my own eyes, or rather, see the lack of it between her and Mickey. She was damn sexy though. I could not deny that. Though it was mindless, loveless, meaningless sex, it was very fucking sexy sex. She was giving it to him with all her energy and he was enjoying every minute of it. I could see the mouth of her vagina churning and squeezing on him, struggling to contain him, but loving the struggle at the same time. The pleasure he must have been feeling was etched deeply into his face. He had the look of a man who was nearing the finish line of a grueling marathon. "You almost there, Mick?" He nodded vigorously. Charlotte moaned in excitement. "Oh, yes, baby. Come for me," she whimpered. "Shoot it all over her face when you come. I wanna see her covered in it." "Oh, god!" Charlotte cried out. "Fuck, yeah!" She squeezed him good and hard inside her once again, and he picked up the pace, nearing his climax. At the last minute he pulled it out of her and she slid deftly down the hood of the car to face his cock just as the first spurt squirted out of him. It streamed through the air between them and splashed across her cheek. She turned her mouth to catch the end of the squirt and the next one soon followed. This one sprayed across her other cheek and the third hit her in the lips. She stretched out her tongue to catch what she could and he jerked out the orgasm to a shuddering conclusion, painting her face with a dripping mess, covering her in his sticky white ropes of come. Then he squeezed the last few drops out of his cock and smeared them across her lips. She caught the end of it in her mouth and sucked it clean. He was finished, and he was smiling up at the sky with his cock in the gently bobbing mouth of his sexy little teenaged lover. There was Charlotte, my beautiful young girlfriend squatting down in front of Mick with his load coating her lewdly smiling face. She had fucked him and was now sucking him off right in front of me. She had taken a come facial from him, simply because I had told her to. It was probably the strangest experience of my life so far. I know I keep saying that, but I guess things just kept getting stranger. She got herself cleaned up and Mick was ready to leave a few minutes later. She hadn't come though, and I insisted he fuck her again. He owed her, I told him, and he obliged with a happy little shake of his head. He slid it in once more and fucked her, this time with her on her tummy across the trunk of the car. She managed to come within a few minutes this time. I told him to spank her ass, good and hard, and she squealed and squeezed him tightly in her hot little pussy. He spanked her over and over, thrusting his cock in and out of her until her ass was glowing, hot and red, and she literally screamed out loud when she finally climaxed. Mick and I looked at each other in awe at her sexiness, but he kept right on fucking her. Soon he was finished as well. He came on her ass this time, making a cool wet mess on her heated flesh. She loved that as usual. "I gotta get going home now, you guys," Mick whimpered as she whipped his cock clean with her lips and tongue. "I've got school tomorrow. We all do." "Just once more," Charlotte panted. "I just wanna come one more time. Please!" It was of course impossible to say no to a cute little blonde begging you to fuck her with your cock against her hot wet lips. Mick gave in and she pulled him by his erection over to a nearby patch of grass. She rode him like a race horse for a good twenty minutes and brought herself to at least three orgasms that I could count. I actually had to take my cock out and let it hang in the breeze while I watched. It was becoming rather sore from being uselessly erect for so long. Charlotte stared at it as she fucked him, without looking away. Her mouth was open and she kept licking her lips. She was moaning and even screaming occasionally as well, and so was he eventually, as her intensity increased. When he finally came she jumped off him and took it straight in her mouth, sucking him dry, bobbing wildly and slurping madly on his delirious cock as he screamed and thrashed around beneath her. She swallowed every last dribble of it and left him laughing drunkenly on the grass as she went to get cleaned up again. I was satisfied. She was truly the sexiest woman on earth, and I felt no less love for her than before we had started. Not a bit. In fact, I was even more deeply in love with her, because I knew that she was really doing all of that for me. She kept glancing over at me through it all and the look on her sweaty little face told me that though it was a seriously hot fuck with Mick, she still wished it could have been me. The look was a look of the longing for the love we shared during our sex. Yes, I was definitely satisfied. I loved my Charlotte and she loved me. Nothing had changed. The two of them got dressed and we piled back into the car. At my request, Charlotte gave him sweet and attentive head all the way home while I talked with him. I reassured him that I not only had no ill feelings toward him, I actually felt like we were even better friends now that we'd shared something so sacred. He admitted that it had been a cool experience, and that he'd be open do doing it again whenever we wanted. He also told me that if he ever landed a chick as cool as Charlotte he would send her my way, just to repay the favor. We exchanged a high-five, and a few moments later he was coming again. Charlotte cooed like a happy little child and took it down like candy. It was after eleven by the time we got back. We dropped him off and he staggered dizzily over to his front door. Then I took Charlotte home and walked her to her door. "I love you," she told me. "I love you too," I replied. I didn't kiss her though, but she didn't seem to mind. We hugged on her doorstep and she asked me straight up how I felt about everything. "I love you as much as I ever did, and in a few new ways besides," I said. "Seriously, girl. You rock my world. I just feel so happy and free inside, you know? Like everything's just perfect for the first time in my life. For the first time in my life I don't have to worry about my girlfriend fucking around on me and breaking my heart. It feels so good." Charlotte looked up from the floor between us. There were tears in her eyes. "I was actually kind of scared all through that whole experience," she told me. "I was thinking about you the whole time, hoping you were pleased, hoping you were turned on, hoping you we're feeling the emotional connection I was feeling for you. It was a new experience for me. I've never been in love like this, and it felt so weird to be fucking someone else. I mean, it was enjoyable, but it was missing something, you know? There was a certain Anthony Mitchell touch missing from it." "I understand what you're saying." "I learned something new tonight, Anthony," Charlotte said. "What's that?" "I learned that I don't really want to fuck other guys after all. I just want you. You're all I need." "Really?" "Yeah. I thought I would want to keep doing that stuff, but now that I've tried it, with one of the best, I realize it just doesn't measure up to you. I mean, I'll do it if you want me to of course, but I can take it or leave it. All I want is you." I felt a weight lift from my soul. Some secret sorrow deep down inside me was suddenly relieved and I could actually feel it rise out of me and float away into the night. Charlotte's eyes were wet and shining and though she wasn't smiling, I could see a smile in them. She suddenly grabbed me and hugged me tightly to herself. "I only every want you," she said again, and she broke down sobbing like a helpless child. I let the moment pass without responding. Tears were flowing down my cheeks as well, and if I'd tried to talk my voice would have sounded quite silly I think. After a few minutes we managed to compose ourselves. Finally I could speak. "See, this is why I love you, Charlotte. Every time I think you've already made me the happiest man alive, you come along and top it with something new and more wonderful than before." We held each other in silence again after that. Finally she broke away and held me at an arm's length, checking if I wasn't really a dream, or at least the look in her eye seemed to suggest that. "I love you, Anthony. You gotta get home though. You've still got writing to do." "I know. I've also got a very cold shower to take. Wish me luck getting through the night." I turned and headed for my truck. "Just think about baseball scores or something," she called out to me. "I'll try." "Good night, Anthony. I love you." "I love you too." I got in my truck and began the drive home. "Think about baseball scores, she says. She's so cute!" The shower didn't help much. The images of the hot sweaty sex Charlotte and Mick had enjoyed were fresh in my mind. The baseball score idea didn't help either. By the time I'd gotten through a couple pages of writing the script for our porno I found myself going a little crazy in the head from too much sexual stimulation. I tried to simply go to sleep, but I was tortured with a raging hard on, cold shower and baseball scores notwithstanding. I was exhausted though. It had been a long and crazy day though, and once the lights went out and my eyes were closed, I was drifting off to sleep. I dreamed of fucking Janine best, and Nurse Betty, and Rebecca Drummond, while Sheila sat next to Charlotte watching me and playing chess with one another on a board with pink and red pieces. ------- Chapter 40: Late-night Visitor I woke up somewhere in the night to a light tapping on my window. I didn't know what it was at first, being half asleep, but the tapping continued and grew steadily louder. Tap-tap-tap. Tap-Tap-Tap. "What?" I asked, though nobody could hear me. I had been dreaming of some nice slippery sex and was a little irritated at being woken. Tap-Tap-Tap-Tap-Tap! Finally it occurred to me that someone was there, tapping at my window. I sat up and stumbled over to see who it was, thumping my knee on the corner of the desk as I went. I swiped the curtains open and looked down. There was a girl standing in my back yard beneath my window. She saw my face appear and began gesturing for me to open the window. To my groggy, half-shut eyes it looked like Sheila. I opened my window the four inches it would move and leaned down to whisper through the gap at the bottom. "What's up?" I asked. "I need to talk to you, Anthony," she said. "It's really important." "What time is it?" I asked. "I don't know. It's after three I guess. Can you come out?" "I'm in my pajamas," I lied. Actually I was bare-assed naked. My semi-erect manhood was stretched out across the top of my desk. The glass of the desktop was cold. "Please," she continued. "It's really important. It's about Sheila." I rubbed my eyes and looked again. Apparently it wasn't Sheila out there, but it was someone who knew her. "I'll be right out," I said. I tugged on a pair of old sweat pants and pulled a hoody over my head. Then I crept out the side door and went around toward my bedroom window. The night was chilly, and there was an eerie cloudscape partly obscuring the moon. There beneath my window was Vanessa Unger, Sheila's mom. "Sorry to drag you out of bed like this. I didn't want to phone." "It's alright. What's going on?" I asked. I was suddenly worried. "Can we go somewhere and talk?" Vanessa asked. I led her to the love-swing in our back yard. It was a rickety old thing we'd had since I was a kid. The thing didn't even swing anymore, having sagged right down to the ground. It was more of a bench really. We sat down on it and Vanessa released a heavy sigh. Then there was silence. "So what's going on with Sheila?" I asked. "I don't know. She's been really moody lately. More so than usual and I was beginning to worry about her. She's had her ups and downs lately but I've never seen her like this before. The worst part about it all is that she won't even talk to me about it. Every time I try to talk to her, it turns into a fight. I'm going crazy! I thought you might have some ideas." Okay, so I gathered it wasn't a total emergency. I relaxed a bit. It seemed like Vanessa simply needed someone to talk to. "She told me she talked to you the other day, after me and her, you know, did it." "Well it was mostly me doing the talking. She only said like two or three words the entire conversation." "What did she say?" I asked. "I asked her how the, um, sex was, with you, and she said 'It was nice, I guess.' I said, 'Just nice?' and she says, 'I didn't realize I had to answer to you about my sex life, ' and that was it. She didn't say anything else the whole time. I tried my best to reach out to her and to even just be a friend you know, but she was so cold it was almost scary." "Well she hasn't been talking much to me either since then, if it's any consolation." "No, that's not really a consolation at all. I thought you two were close friends." "Well we are, I mean, at least I think we are. Ever since that day, Sheila's been acting strangely - really short with me, and she's usually very talkative." "Yeah, I noticed that too. I thought it might have something to do with her dad, you know, since the anniversary of his death is coming up, but I don't know. She never talks about him. She never looks at his picture. I thought it might all be about her dad at first, but I didn't want to bring it up with her. Then I thought it might be drugs or booze or something, you know, or a combination of things perhaps. Kids act funny when they get into that stuff, but I couldn't find anything to suggest she was doing drugs, or drinking when I searched her room." "You searched her room?" I asked. "It's okay, I didn't ransack it or anything. I just breezed through it, you know, peeking in drawers, looking in her jewelry boxes and stuff. I was just worried that's all. But then I found that locked trunk under the bed." Uh oh. The locked trunk. "I couldn't get into it, but the next day, while she was in the bath I took that little key she wears around her neck and opened it up. I had to see what was in there. At first I was worried it might be drugs or booze, then I thought maybe it's all her mementos of her dad. Not so, apparently." "What was in there?" I asked, feigning ignorance. "Stacks and stacks of porn," Vanessa replied with an unreadable tone to her voice. I couldn't tell if she was mad, scared, relieved, or what. "Porn?" I said. "Weird." "Yeah, that's what I thought. At first I was shocked, but then I was glad it wasn't drugs or booze. But then I was alarmed. There's so much of it? I've heard of teen girls being curious about sex, but that's going overboard. She's got stacks of it!" Now I could sense a little bit of a tremble in her voice. "Are you okay?" I asked. "Yeah," she said. "I'm just a little cold, and a little shaken up I guess. I hope you don't mind me waking you up like this so late." "I don't mind," I replied. "I've been just as concerned about Sheila lately as you are." "Just let me know if you want me to go or anything. I'm mostly here just to talk to somebody about all this. I felt like I would freakin' explode if I didn't get it all out." "How did you know which one was my bedroom?" I asked. "Well the bedroom on the other side of the house has these frilly, flowery curtains. I took a lucky guess, I guess." Vanessa shivered again. It was early spring and the nights were still fairly cool. Finally when I saw her lip quivering I scooted over and put my arm around her shoulder. She was indeed shivering. I could feel it even more from close up. She reached her arm around behind me and hugged me in return. Suddenly the conversation felt a whole lot more intimate, though the topic stayed the same. "So after that, I closed the trunk and returned the key. But then I went back, got the key, and opened it up again. I don't know why really. I guess I was just curious as to what kind of movies they were. Were they just cheesy blue movies like you see on TV late at night, or was it the hardcore stuff, you know? I grabbed a video, a magazine, and a novel." "And?" I asked. "I put everything back the way it was, closed it all up again, and went and hid the stuff in my room. I kept telling myself I was just being a concerned mother, but I don't think that was entirely true, you know?" "What do you mean?" I asked. "I mean," she said, softly stroking my waist a bit, "It's been a while for me, if you know what I mean. I think maybe, partly, on some level, I was thinking with the little head, so to speak. You know what I mean?" "Yeah," I said. I knew exactly what she meant. My little head was now standing up at attention, tickled to life by the soft touch of her fingertips on my waist as she spoke. In spite my best efforts to control my feelings of inner lust, the impetuous thing seemed to have a mind of its own. "Anyway," she continued, speaking a little more slowly now, "After Sheila went to sleep I popped the video into the machine and sat there watching it for a while." She paused awkwardly. "And?" I asked. "Well I was shocked at first, about how graphic it was. I mean, they were showing everything! Then I was a little upset that my daughter has been watching this stuff. I didn't know what to make of it, you know?" My erection was now standing fully, and I had no underwear. I shifted uncomfortably, trying to conceal it as much as I could. "Then after a few minutes I started getting a little, well, hot, you know?" Vanessa continued. "I mean the guy was licking that girl, uh, down there, and it was just so, well, intense. I mean, you've gotta understand it's been like five years since anyone's even touched me down there, and even then it wasn't very good, you know? And there I was, sitting there watching this guy's tongue, all over this girl's, this woman's, uh, privates, and the way she was moving, and the sounds she was making, it was just so-" She trailed off. She was squirming a bit in her seat and I was beginning to feel incredibly nervous, but perversely excited at the same time. "So what did you do?" I asked. "I turned it off," she said. "Well, I mean, not right away. I reached for the off button like six times but I couldn't do it. I was shaking like a little girl after a while. I didn't know if I was more scared, or offended, or aroused when he put his thing in her, um, behind, but I do know I was fascinated. I couldn't tear my eyes away." "Really?" "Yeah, it was like in spite of everything else I was feeling, deep down inside I actually felt life flowing through me once again. All this excitement, and arousal, and sexiness, and I had this very silly giddiness flowing through me as well. I honestly felt like I was sixteen again for a while there, sneaking around, watching a dirty movie, so scared I would get caught, but so excited by the whole situation at the same time. It was so strong. I felt strong inside for the first time in so long. It was good to feel anything inside really. It's been so long." Her hand was on my hip now, moving in slow circles, gradually meandering toward my ass. "And?" I said. "And I don't know. I'm so embarrassed about all this. I mean, I'm a grown woman for god's sake. What am I doing checking out my daughter's porn, and enjoying it no less!?" "It sounds like a perfectly natural response to me," I said. "Well it felt totally unnatural to me, but at the same time I loved it. I mean, part of me loved it, but another part was embarrassed and ashamed." "How long ago was this?" I asked. "Last night," she replied. "So did you manage to put it back again without her finding out?" "That's the thing. She was already in bed by this point so I couldn't. I freakin' wound up watching the whole bloody thing. All the gory details, you know. All the ins and outs, all the finishes, you know, and I was fuck- I mean, sorry, I was shaking like a bloody schoolgirl by the time it was done. So I just went to bed, but I couldn't sleep. I just laid there in the dark and every time I closed my eyes all I could see was cocks and pussies, and mouths sucking and licking, and come in girls' faces and fuckin'-" She stopped herself all of the sudden as though realizing who she was talking to for the first time. Her hand slapped over her mouth, and she honestly did look like a little girl for a moment there - a little girl who had just said a bad word in front of her daddy. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry Anthony! Pardon my language." "It's alright. I hear all that shit every day at school a thousand times. Just say what you need to say, or you'll go nuts I think." "Well suffice it to say I was going nuts in my bed there. So I finally just reached down and, uh, took care of business myself, if you know what I mean." Now I was trembling too. My cock was standing stiffly out of my pants, poking up from the waist band, up under my sweat shirt. Part of me was terrified she would notice it, but another part of me was wishing she would. "That sounds normal enough to me," I said, trying to be calm. "We all do that once in a while." Every time I closed my eyes though, I could see Vanessa masturbating herself to a deliciously wet orgasm, and her hand on my hip was possibly the same hand she had used to pleasure herself the night before. I couldn't get the thought out of my mind. "I don't though, don't you see. Since my husband died eight years ago I've had one lover, and that was five years ago. This idiot came in like five strokes too, and he- uh, sorry to be so blunt, but he left me laying there like a dirty rag, got dressed, and walked out. I feel so stupid telling you these things. I mean, it's really none of your business, but other than my sister, I haven't really been able to talk to anyone about all this stuff, and even with her it was more joking around about it than really talking." "Don't worry, Mrs. Unger. You've gotta talk to someone about it. Go ahead, I'm listening." I was seriously torn at that point, between wanting to hear all the juicy details of her sex life, and realizing that all this would mess me up big time, having to deal with her from here on in as though nothing had happened between us. "It was lousy, to say the least," she continued, "and he never called me again. But that's beside the point. The point is that I don't masturbate. Not ever, and all this tension has been building up inside me, and sometimes I just feel like I'm going to explode." "So how did it feel after you did it yesterday?" She paused again in thought, and even her fingers stilled in their gentle swirling motion on my hip. "I was ashamed of myself." "Why? There's nothing wrong with doing that?" "Well I know that, but let's just say I was thinking about someone I shouldn't have been thinking about." In the awkward pause that followed that sentence I realized in only a few mental steps that she had been thinking about me. It could only be me. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure it out really. She had seen Sheila sucking my cock, she had petted it playfully, and now here she was knocking on my window at three in the morning pouring out her heart to me in almost a confession-like tone. "You were thinking about the guys in the movie, weren't you?" I said, feigning naivety. "Well, no. It's worse than that, Anthony. I was thinking about someone I know, and fantasizing about them, somebody I shouldn't be fantasizing about, but I couldn't help it. He was the only person that kept popping into my mind though, no matter how hard I tried to block him out." "That happens to me sometimes. It's normal." "It's not normal though. There's no way I should feel attracted to this person. It's just something that could never work out." I had to agree with her there. "What does that matter, if it's just a fantasy?" "It's just too complicated when you actually know the person. It's not like fantasizing over a celebrity or something. When you've gotta face the person there's just no way you can ever be normal around them, you know? Your body betrays you." I nodded. It was kind of like Charlotte's attraction to Doug Devone. He was a celebrity and someone she knew in person. "So do I know this person?" I asked. "Please," Vanessa said. "Don't even start guessing. I just don't want to tell you who it is." But her hand squeezed my waist as she said this. Now I was convinced it was me. I shuddered with fear and excitement. What did this mean, and where would it lead? "So what are you gonna do about it?" I asked. "You can't go on torturing yourself like this?" She put her hand to her face and I heard a light whimpering sob come from deep inside her. Apparently I had stuck a nerve. The light sob built into a heavier one, and then I heard a sniffle. She covered her face with her hand and turned away. "I know. I know," she said. "I'm just so damn lonely, you know? Do you have any idea how horrible it is not to have someone to hold you when you need it? Not to have someone to touch you, to be attracted to you and tell you you're sexy and desirable? I mean for god's sake, here I am sitting here in your arms, and it feels so good just to be touched like this, and held, and I'm getting all worked up with a teenaged boy - my daughter's little playmate!" "You saw my cock though, Vanessa," I blurted out, abandoning any further pretense of ignorance. "You saw me naked, all sweaty and hot and coming in Sheila's mouth. That's gotta mess with your head. I don't care how strong you think you are. You can't blame yourself for feeling at least physically aroused. I'm sure that's all it is." She slowly realized that I knew it was me she had been fantasizing about and her sobbing intensified. "Oh god, Anthony," she said. "I'm sorry. I feel so stupid." Her hand trembled even more against me. I could sense the inner struggle she was having against simply grabbing me and letting her female drives run away with her. "I'm sorry," she said again. "I've said too much." I didn't reply. Part of me was having an intense struggle of my own against my equally strong male drives. She was an intensely attractive woman after all. I'd seen it a few days before in Sheila's basement. Her figure left nothing to be desired. She was incredibly fit for her age (late thirties I imagine, though I couldn't be sure). "I should go home," she said. "I shouldn't have come here." But she didn't get up. "You were just worried about Sheila that's all," I said, trying to comfort her. "That's what it was supposed to be about," she answered, "We got in a big huge fight again tonight. She caught me putting the movie back in her trunk and all hell broke lose. It was awful. I just had to talk to someone. I was laying in bed feeling angry, and frustrated, and then lonely and depressed, and all I could think about was how nice it would be if I had a man to take me and fuck me and make all my stress go away." "So you came to see me," I said. "Well no, I- Well I just thought you might have some insight into the problems with Sheila, or something." "Is that the only reason?" She stuttered and stammered, trying to talk her way out of the corner she had put herself in, but she was not very convincing. She was more trying to convince herself than me anyway, and she wasn't doing a good job of either it seemed. Finally she simply apologized again, and moved suddenly to get up off the swing. I tightened my grip on her though, around one shoulder, not wanting her to go, and perhaps it was a little too hard because she lost her balance and fell sideways into my lap, crushing my erection against her soft yielding ass. We froze in the moment, like someone had put the entire universe on pause. All was still and we just looked into one another's face, breathing in short sharp gasps, and wondering what to do next. The moon came out from behind a cloud and lit the scene a little brighter. I could see a sparkle in her eye - the twinkle of the teenaged girl she had once been came shining out and, my cock throbbed involuntarily against her. She felt it, but made no move to get up. "Is that," she began, "Is that for me?" "It's because of you," I replied after a moment. "I don't know if it's for you, though." Suddenly she grabbed me around the neck and buried her face in my shoulder, hugging me tightly, shaking and trembling as though she were dangling above a long drop and I was her only safety. "Oh my god, Anthony. I want to, I mean I want, um. Oh god!" Now we were coming down to the truth. She was slowly giving in to the temptation of being "inappropriate" with me, if she could. She was no longer pretending that wasn't the case. My cock throbbed hungrily against her ass once more, but I fought off the encroaching arousal. I of course couldn't do anything with her. Firstly, I had not discussed this with Charlotte, and though I figured she probably wouldn't mind either way, I knew that I would mind if she did that to me. Secondly, if I did do anything with Vanessa, it would forever alter my relationship with Sheila, whether she ever found out about it or not, and Sheila was going through a hard enough time it seemed without finding out one of her best friends was fucking her mom. Thirdly, I couldn't do anything with Vanessa simply because I had to save my come for the movie shoot a few days from then, and at that point I don't even think I would last five strokes. "I can't, Vanessa. It wouldn't be right." I was shaking though, and slowly began rocking my pelvis up and down against her lower body twisted sideways in my lap. Her body felt really good against me. "Just tell me you would, if you could. At least give me that. I hate being unwanted." "Vanessa, if the situation was right, I would make such sweet love to you we would both feel like we were dying. You're such a wonderful, strong, attractive, sexy and desirable woman, I can't imagine for the life of me why you would ever feel unwanted. Can't you feel me down there? My body wants you. My eyes want you. My mouth wants you-" She stopped me with a kiss. Her mouth pressed onto mine, struggling at first against herself, and then slowly opening to offer me her sweet little tongue. I touched mine to it and we kissed like that for several minutes, during which she took my hand and placed it on her breast. "I just need to be touched," she panted, breaking from the kiss for a moment. "That's all." I massaged her breasts lovingly. It responded to my touch and I felt it swell slightly, heat up, and poke its nipple out against the fabric of her shirt. She was not wearing a bra. She moaned deeply, almost groaning really, and the moon peeked out from behind a cloud again, lighting the shiny streaks of her tears that fell from the sparkle in her eyes. "This is so wrong!" she whimpered. "But it feels good." "You're probably gonna regret this, you know," I told her. "I know I will, but shut up and at least let me enjoy it for a moment." I went back to kissing her, in spite of the protests screaming inside my head, and with my eyes closed it actually did feel a lot like making out with a sweet little teenaged girl. You're probably gonna regret this too, Anthony, I told myself. I know I will, but shut up and let me enjoy it for a moment, I answered. ------- Chapter 41: Torture Our kissing and fondling continued, warming us in the cool night air. Moments later my hands were in her pants, and I discovered that she was not wearing underwear either. Her thighs parted and my fingers slid down along a mossy little crevice to caress her vulva fully. I slipped a finger inside her and found her responsively snug. Her whole body shook at this contact and for a moment I wondered if she had just had a mini-orgasm or something. I couldn't really tell. She reached for my cock in return but I stopped her. "Can I go down on you?" I asked. "No! Oh my god, yes! Please! No! I can't!" she stammered, chaotically running back and forth between her desire and her conscience, then she began crying again, even harder this time, so I took the initiative, making the decision for her. I slid her off my lap and onto the bench. Then I dropped to my knees and began tugging her pants down. "Oh my god, oh my god," she stammered, covering her face with her hands, but she did not resist me. She even lifted her ass in assistance. Soon her pants were around her ankles and I gently parted her lovely thighs with four fingertips. I leaned down and pushed her further back into a slouch and pulling her vulva toward me. She yielded and the next thing she knew my mouth was on her slit. I heard her gasp and her hands went immediately to my head. My tongue slithered out and wound around her sexual apex in slow slippery circles that had her pelvis twitching and shuddering before my face. I licked, and lapped, and swirled, and sucked, and nibbled sweetly at her for several minutes and noticed her trembling slowly relax. Once she gave up fighting what was happening, her nerves stilled and became focused. It was incredibly sexy. My fingers found their way inside her slick little hole as well and I stirred her up inside, exploring her tightness and depth with an excited little shudder. My penis throbbed jealously at the squeeze she gave me and I felt a drop of pre-cum trickle out of it. "Uh, ooh, mmm," she whispered above me, trying her hardest to keep completely silent while a sixteen year old boy licked and tickled at her most sensitive parts. "Oh god, Gregory. Oh yes." Gregory? What the hell? Gregory was Sheila's dad. Apparently Vanessa was so intensely focused that she completely forgot where she was, and who she was with. A swelling of emotion rose into my throat. It suddenly occurred to me how badly she missed him, and how much she really needed the attention I was giving her. She was delirious with it after only a few minutes. Though she had been fantasizing about me, I was only a fantasy. Her real love was apparently reserved for her late husband. I dove into it with increased vigor. My passion flowed out in long slow licks, and a rapid wiggling of my tongue that shook her whole body with almost violent spasms. Her thighs flexed and relaxed and her hands worshipped my head in loving caresses that had me tingling along with her. Suddenly she was coming. It broke open inside her like a dam and I could feel the wetness flow out onto my chin as her physiology poured out the lubrication meant to welcome a man and his love inside her. Her body shook and her breathing came in sharp desperate gasps. She was absolutely stunning. I'd known her all my life, since I was a snot-nosed little kid, but I would never look at her the same again. Suddenly she was a vibrant and sexy woman, and not simply "Sheila's mom". Her climax wound down and she clutched my head in her hands, softly stroking my hair as I licked and lapped sweetly at the sweet sensual offering of female nectar she had given me. A gentle breeze passed over us, stirring goose bumps from the flesh of her thighs. I could feel them against my cheek. "That was incredible, Anthony," she said after a while. "I almost lost my mind." "You're welcome," I said. "Can you run away with me to Cancun or something, where we can live happily every after and do nothing but make love like that twenty-four hours a day?" "I don't think so," I said. "I'm just kidding. Sorry. I just feel so good all over. I feel like I'm on drugs or something. It's so nice." "Glad I could help, Mrs. Unger," I said. "Do you want something in return?" she asked, with excitement returning suddenly to her voice. I didn't know what to say. I gathered that part of her need to feel sexy and desirable involved her ability to please a man in return, but I couldn't do anything with her without breaking my promises to Charlotte. "Like what?" I asked nervously. "Do you want me to go down on you, or do you maybe want to put it in me?" "Are you safe?" I asked, trying to find a way out of it without embarrassing her. "I doubt it, but I'm sure you know how to be careful. In any case I'm mature enough to handle any 'problems' that come about." I thought about it for a moment, and decided that I'd better not let her give me head. If she was any good at it (which she was, judging from the sensuality of her kiss) she might have me coming inside of twenty seconds or so, before I could stop her. I wasn't sure if I would have much better luck fucking her, but at least I would be in control for the most part. It was risky, but at the same time I didn't want to resort to any awkward explanations of why I didn't want to do anything with her. There were actually so many reasons for me to just kiss her goodnight and walk away, to simply get back in bed and try my best to sleep. There was so much wrong with the idea of Vanessa and I doing anything with each other that it was amazing it had even gotten as far as it had. In the end hormones won out though, as they usually do. It wasn't just the hormones though. It was also her tears. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that if I were to simply walk away her ego would take an irreparable battering, a battering that would take a long time to heal, if ever. It wasn't so much me that she wanted, for lust's own sake. She really just wanted to be wanted, and in the end that was what convinced me to continue. Her tears were breaking my heart, and I would have to explain it all to Charlotte, to Sheila, or to who ever else might ask at some other time. Right now Vanessa simply needed to be fucked. "Well Maybe I'll put it in you, just for a moment," I told her. "Just to feel it, but I don't want to come, okay. It'll just make a mess." There was a pause, and then suddenly there was a different twinkle in her eye. She spoke and the tone of her voice was noticeably different all of the sudden - more confident, more assured. "You can do it in my mouth if you want," she offered with a tempting little lick of her lips. "If my daughter can swallow that shot, I'm sure I can too. No fuss, no muss." I shuddered at the thought of it. It was a hard offer to refuse. "I don't want to go that far, Mrs., uh, Vanessa. Honestly. It's okay." "Are you sure?" she asked, looking at me strangely. What teenage boy ever passed up the chance to blow off in a chick's mouth and watch her swallow all his sweet nectar in one gratified gulp? "I just, I," I started. I couldn't think up an excuse though. I really did want to come hot and heavy into her gulping mouth. My brain was going gooey with the very thought of it, and the pre-cum was drooling steadily from me now. "Yes?" she asked, reaching down to caress the end of my cock in her fingertips. "You just what?" She smeared the wetness she found there around its face and head and that made me shudder violently once more. "I'm saving it," I said finally, unable to think of a decent lie. "You're saving it?" Vanessa asked. "For what?" "Um, for a cum shot," I said. "A cum shot? What do you mean?" "Um, a girl I know wants me to give her a facial. Um, that's when you shoot your stuff in a girl's face and, well, you know. She's never done that before and she wanted to try it. I promised I would save up some come for her for a couple of days. Weird, huh?" Vanessa looked at me with a strange smile. "Well, girls sure know a lot more about sex than I did when I was a teenager," she said. "Oh to be sixteen again." Then she lifted her finger to her lips and tasted my wetness. The look in her eye right then just about stopped my heart. She saw the look on my face and cocked an eyebrow at me. Then she went back, found some more and began sucking on her finger more deliberately this time, trying to wear down my resolve. "Sure you won't change your mind?" she asked. I nodded dumbly, hypnotized by her sexy female seductive energy. "But I do want to put it in, just to feel it. Just please let me save it." "Whatever you say, sweetie," she replied. Then she kicked one ankle out of her pant leg and parted her thighs wantonly before me, lifting one leg up almost behind her, and stretching the other out along the bench. I pulled her by the waist until her pelvis was hanging over the edge of the seat. Then I took my cock nervously in my hand and touched it to her vulva. She was hot and luxuriously wet. I pressed forward where I thought her opening was, but found only a soft wet wall of flesh. "A little lower," she said with bated breath. "No, not- Wait- Up a bit. Yeah, there." "Here?" I asked. "No wait, that's not it. Sorry." "Just a little lower. There you go. That's it. Now push." She was clenched tightly closed against my advance and wouldn't yield, perhaps too excited by what was happening to relax. It wouldn't go in, though the aim was right. I kept pushing forward however and all of the sudden we felt my cock pop silently inside her tight muscular squeeze. Her slippery heat swallowed the end of my cock in one quick, juicy, thick, wet stroke and we gasped in unison at the feel of it. It was our first sexual contact, and the pleasure was a sweet and sudden surprise. I froze still of course, fighting off the intensity of it, and we felt my cock throb inside her, adding a little pre-cum to the wetness we shared in there. "Oh fuck, I don't know if I'm gonna be able to let you not finish. Oh my god, Anthony. This is so nice." I pushed it forward a little more. It bent against her reflexive tightness, but slipped a little further inside the resistance with another silent slurp of surprising pleasure. She spread her legs even wider and forced herself to relax, and on my third advance I sunk in to the bottom of her. "Mmmm," she cooed, and then added with a hot sigh, "It's so fucking big I can hardly breath!" "Damn, it feels nice," I stammered. "You've got a beautiful pussy, Vanessa. I love being inside you. It feels so damn good!" "Fuck me, Anthony. Please fuck me," she whimpered. "I need it so bad." I needed it bad too, but I managed to keep a level head about me. "I will, I am, but I don't want to come," I whispered. "Please go slow." I pulled back a bit and pushed it all the way in again, this time feeling it go even deeper inside her, and feeling the hot silken walls of her womanhood squeezing me on all sides in a welcoming embrace. Though she was squeezing me excitedly in an almost constant constriction, her incredible wetness allowed me to slide sweetly in and out of her, down to the very bottom in torturously slow but relatively easy strokes. The absolute pleasure soon grew too much for me and I almost came inside her right then, just barely managing to fight it off for the first time that night. My cock throbbed against her beautiful squeeze, ready to spew forth its climax, but I held the throb, resisting the ecstatic peak with all my strength. She trembled before me, asking if I was okay, and I simply nodded. Then I dragged myself all the way out and let my cock hang in the open air for a minute or so, simply kissing her stomach and breasts while I waited for the orgasm to recede completely. "I wish you would just give it to me, Anthony," Vanessa said. "You're torturing us both holding back like this." "I know. But a promise is a promise. I either hold back or we can't fuck at all. Besides, I want it to at least last longer than your last fuck, don't you?" She caressed my head in reluctant agreement, and I sat up once again and slid myself back inside her, slowly and cautiously, panting and sweating with every inch I gained. Finally I was nestled in once again and remained there with nothing more than a gentle stirring, and we held each other's hands, trembling and sighing, and looking into one another's eyes. We were still like that, for the longest time and I swear I could actually feel her heartbeat throbbing in the pulse of her vaginal squeeze. The slightest move I made was exquisite pleasure, so I eventually remained absolutely still inside her. She was slowly gyrating around and around on me though, exploring the comfortable stretch my cock was giving her. I could feel her squeezing and vibrating on it as her sexuality responded to the new sensations of my deeply probing manhood. Eventually she began to lose herself in the moment once again, as she had while I was going down on her. She couldn't seem to completely forget who she was with however. The size of my cock inside her, perhaps the largest she had ever had, kept reminding her that it was me. "Please fuck me, Anthony," she begged. Her voice was completely devoid of all condescension she'd once held for me as being merely "her daughter's little friend". Now she was begging me to fuck her. She wanted to feel me stroking steadily in and out of her. She wanted to feel my motions, hear my breathing, smell my sweat, and see my desire for her written all over my face. She wanted to feel my hot spurting come shooting deep inside her. She wanted to be fucked like only a woman understands. I heard all this in her tone of voice. I felt it in her motions as she swirled her ass around beneath me, sweetly dragging my cock around deep inside herself with every little motion. I wasn't moving though. I wasn't giving it to her. I was simply buried to the bottom inside her, and holding onto her for dear life, struggling to keep myself from coming simply from the intensity of the moment. I gave a slight in and out motion every now and then and it was absolute heaven, feeling myself stroking the insides of her hot responsive womanhood, feeling the all-over kiss of her sweet loving vaginal constriction, fully experiencing every sweet little texture of her internal secrets that stroked on and off me, all around me. That was the most I could give her, that slight in and out tug and return every half-minute or so. Anything else would have me blowing off and wasting the perfectly good come shot that was meant for Charlotte later that week. "Fuck me, Anthony. Please. I'm begging you. This is torture! Give it to me! I'll do anything! I'll fucking pay you. Just fuck me!" She began bucking her hips a bit more aggressively and I had to restrain her with pressure from both my hands. She whimpered brokenly, like an addict denied her fix, and I almost wept for her. There were tears streaming down her cheeks. It was so intense. Her legs were swaying in the air, back and forth on each side of me, and her pussy was squeezing rhythmically, almost in empathy of the strokes it wished it were receiving. It almost felt like a real fuck, like slow and steady in and out motions to my deliriously excited cock. I bowed my head, closed my eyes, and held my breath once again, concentrating on holding back. Everything inside me wanted to give her the fuck she so desperately desired. Everything male in my being, my pride, my lust, my ego, wanted to deliver - to prove my manhood, and everything female inside her wanted me to prove it, but I held back. It was torture of our very souls, but it was sickeningly sweet and delicious torture at the same time. Out of pity I reached down and began thumbing her clitoral hood in slow sexy circles, and stroking my cock ever-so-slowly in and out of her, with such intense caution you'd have thought I was wired with explosives or something. I was in a manner of speaking, and that made it even more intense. Luckily she came after only ten seconds of this new stimulation. Her pussy clamped down on me and she bit her forearm to keep from screaming. Her pelvis jerked and shuddered as it had before, but this time it was more intense. I had to literally hold her down in place to keep her from fucking the come right out of me. She struggled against me, trying with every ounce of female energy to fuck her way through the orgasm. She was out of her mind with the intensity of the moment. She gasped for breath and then seized up again, riding a second wave of climactic ecstasy with nothing more than a squeak escaping her throat. Her pussy was massaging me deliciously, as though intent on sucking the come right out of me whether I wanted to give it or not. I shuddered and held my orgasm at bay once again. It took every ounce of strength in my being to do it though. She rode through a third wave of the crippling climax, and then a fourth, still sucking at my cock with her spasmodically churning pussy, and I held on with all my might, still resisting the eruption with everything inside me. "Oh fuck!" she cried out. Thankfully she was out of breath, and her exclamation was no more than a very loud whisper. Her voice sounded simply shocked, rather than upset, or excited, or anything else. She wound down both literally and figuratively, swirling her hips in delicious little circles that got smaller and weaker with each passing moment, until finally she was spent and just lay quivering like jelly on the bench before me. She didn't speak for the longest time. She just sighed and stammered and covered her eyes with her forearm, still twitching inside at the super-sweet tickle of my erection stuffed thick and hard up inside her oozing and tingling womanhood. I move to withdraw but she stopped me. "Wait!" she said. "Not yet. I just feel so complete right now. I just-" So I held still a while longer, allowing her to bask in the afterglow of our first fuck. Finally she brought my hand to her lips and kissed it sweetly. She was crying freely once again. "Thank you," she said. "Thank you so much." I leaned down to kiss her in response. My cock thrust in a little deeper with the motion and we both sighed at the beautiful feel of it. Then we broke the kiss and she continued what she was saying. With my body on hers, and my cheek against her cheek, she spoke softly into my ear. "I know there are probably a thousand reasons why we shouldn't have done this, but right now I don't fucking care about a single one of them, not at all. The way I feel right now more than makes up for anything that could possibly be wrong with what we've done here. Maybe this was wrong, but for me, being alone is even more wrong, being untouched is wrong, being unloved and unappreciated is wrong." "You don't need to convince me," I said. "I've never seen you more beautiful than the way you look right now." Then she kissed me again, and gave me a gentle push, indicating I now had her permission to pull out of her sweet loving female embrace. The act was now complete. I began my slow withdrawal. It came out of her with a lubricious slurp of hungry wet suction and hung in the air, cold and wet, lonesome for the hot welcoming sheath it had just vacated. I pulled my sweat pants up with trembling hands, still shaking from the exertion of orgasmic resistance. The intensity of the experience I'd just had was enough to make me come in my pants simply hearing about it any other time. I couldn't believe I'd actually gone through it and conquered my physiology first hand. Neither could she apparently. She spoke as she watched me put myself away, and she sounded completely stunned. "I've never had so much sex without even really having sex at all. That was beyond words, Anthony." "No kidding," I replied. "Anytime you ever want sex, if you can't get it anywhere else, feel free to come by and give this old gal a pity fuck anytime." "No pity would be necessary, Vanessa. You're an absolutely incredible lover. I can't even describe how sexy you are, and how hard it was to resist just fucking your brains out. I swear!" "I can't believe you resisted. You're one tough cookie, and the size of you too! I didn't say so at the time but as it went in it just felt like it would never end. That's the biggest cock I've ever had, hands down. You are only sixteen, right?" I nodded, and she shook her head in disbelief. I crossed my hands over her pubic bone and rested my chin on them, looking up at her with curiosity. "How many men have you had, if you don't mind me asking?" "You're my fourth lover. I was with one guy in college, Dean, then my husband, then that guy from work, and now you. I haven't been around much, compared to most people in this day and age." "True," I agreed. "The average girl in my school has already been with about four or five different guys already. Except for Sheila of course, but she's a rare exception." "How many girls have you been with?" Vanessa asked me. "About eight now I think. You're my ninth." "Oh my goodness. I feel like a little schoolgirl compared to you. How did I compare?" "You were awesome, Vanessa. Honestly, I'd never of known that you had so little experience if you hadn't told me." I tickled her clit a little with my thumb and she shuddered. I winked at her and she playfully pushed me away. I sat up simply rested my arm on the bench beside her. "Well it's not like I'm a little virgin or anything. Gregory and I had a fairly active sex life while he was with me. I miss that so much." She trailed off again, and I waited silently for her to continue. She didn't so I finally spoke up instead. "Well perhaps after I've taken care of this little promise of mine I can come and make love to you properly." "I'd like that. No, actually I'd probably love that. I'm sure you're an insanely incredible lover when you really pour yourself into it" "So I've been told." She let out a rather sad-sounding sigh and finally sat up and began pulling up her pants. Then she just grabbed me and gave me a great big hug, a hug that was dripping with gratitude, and just when I thought my cock was safely going down for a little while, she got its attention again. "Are you sure you don't want to come? Not at all? I can still go down on you if you want? In fact I really, really want to do it. Honestly. It's been a few years since I've done that, but Gregory never had any complaints. Seeing you with Sheila like that, and watching all those videos has given me a bit of a hankering for having a man in my mouth as well." "I'm sure it would be wonderful, but I don't think I could handle it. In fact you better let me go to sleep now before I come in my pants just being this close to you. I really want to keep this promise of mine. I'll make it up to you though, okay?" "You're quite an honorable young man, Anthony. I respect that." "Just ask me again this time next week and it'll be a different story." "Will do," she said. "That last orgasm was enough to tide me over for a good few months I guess." "You shouldn't have to abstain like that, Vanessa. A woman as sexy as you should be coming whenever and with whoever she wants to. I don't know why you don't. You just need to find a good man maybe." "Easier said than done. It's hard finding a man who's interested in anything more than a one-night stand when you've got a kid at home. Men are pricks that way." "So why not find a good looking prick and just use him for sex?" "Because I wouldn't enjoy it if I knew he was just using me. It's a woman thing I guess. It's complicated. This is part of the reason I came to you like this. Because I knew you wouldn't be just using me." "So you had this whole thing planned all along," I said with a grin. "Well maybe on some unconscious level, but I honestly just wanted to find out what the hell is going on with Sheila. Why is she so messed up? "Speaking of messed up, I assume we're gonna have to keep this a secret." "And then some," Vanessa said. "I don't even want to know that this happened, never mind anyone else. I hope you understand. I may want to come see you next week like you said, but I may not. I may get an overwhelming attack of conscience and never speak to you again. Please don't be offended if that happens." "I know what you mean. Don't worry. I'll be fine with it. A woman has needs though. I don't know how long you'll be able to hold out, conscience or no conscience." "You're probably right. Look at what happened tonight after all. Who knows what will happen tomorrow?" "I'll be here whenever you need me," I said. "Just make sure you give me some notice next time." She gave me another hug and walked me to the back door. "So keep me posted on how it's going with Sheila then," I said. "You too," she replied. "If she opens up at all to you, please let me know. She's pretty much all I have in the world, besides Tammy. I want her to be doing well." "I'll do my best," I said. I kissed her once again, and it was deep and passionate, exactly like a couple of teenagers kissing in the moonlight. It was slow, sweet and sexy, and it was hard to tear ourselves away. Finally she broke away and pushed me to an arm's length. "Okay, enough. Don't make me rape you right here, little boy," she said. "I guess that would be a bad thing somehow, right?" I answered. "It's supposed to be, I think," Vanessa replied, slowly pulling me a little closer. "It is a bad thing, really. We just have to make ourselves believe it." "Exactly," she replied. "Now get inside and get some sleep." She patted my ass as I turned toward the door. I snuck back in the house and climbed into bed with yet another adventure under my belt. My last thoughts before going to sleep were that after the movie was done I would hopefully be able to give Vanessa a proper fucking, all night long - with Charlotte's permission of course. Ah yes, Charlotte. The funniest thing was as soon as I thought about Charlotte I expected to be hit with a wave of guilt over what I'd done with Vanessa. That wave never hit though. Instead I was actually excited about telling Charlotte all about what had happened, mostly because I knew it would excite her, and that turned me on incredibly, both physically and emotionally. I think I was finally starting to understand our love. ------- Chapter 42: Hero I didn't go to school the next morning. I don't even remember slapping my alarm clock off my night table, but when I woke up at about 10:30 in the morning, there it was, on the floor beside my bed. "Oh shit!" I said. My first thoughts were that Charlotte was at school and I was missing her there. I jumped out of bed, rinsed off in a quick shower and began frantically getting dressed. I had to get there as soon as I could. But then my phone rang. It was Charlotte. "Hey, baby," she said tiredly. "How ya doin?" "I'm okay, I was just about to head off to school to come see you." "I'm not at school." "You're not?" "No. I wasn't feeling well this morning. I gots a little bug in my tummy." She was so cute right then I just wanted to dash all the way to her house to give her a hug. "I wasn't feeling too good either this morning. I don't even remember my alarm going off." "My baby's tired?" Charlotte asked. "Yeah. I missed you though, and I was practically running out the door to see you when the phone rang. How'd you know I was here?" "A friend at school phoned me. She said she didn't see either of us there and she thought we might be skipping school together. So then I decided to give you a call. I thought you might be sick too. Maybe it was some bad food at the restaurant last night." "No," I said. "I was just tired." Then I broke into the story. "I actually had a late-night visitor last night. You'll never guess who." "Sheila?" "Close." "Who?" "Sheila's mom came by here last night." "No shit. Really?" "Yeah," I replied. Then I told her the whole story from the very beginning. When I was done, I told her about how I went to bed feeling like I couldn't wait to tell her all about it. I also said I hoped she wasn't mad or anything. "Of course I'm not mad, baby. You're my sexy little lover boy and I just want you to be happy." My love for her went through the ceiling again. "You see, I knew you'd feel that way," I said, "and it makes me love you so much I'm almost busting." "Just hearing you tell me that story makes me love you so much, baby. I'm so glad you were excited about telling me and not all weird about it." "I love you, Charlotte," I said with a happy sigh. "I love you too, baby," she replied. "Did you get our script done?" "Not yet," I said. "I will though." "Why don't you stay home and work on it today, since your home anyway. I'm not gonna bother going in today. I'm a wreck over here." "How so?" "I just feel nauseous, and head-achy, and stiff all over. You know." "Sounds like PMS or something," I chuckled. "Nah. She ain't due for another two weeks. At least I think so. Hold on." Charlotte put the phone down and picked it back up again twenty seconds later. "Yeah," she said, "two more weeks. Thank God. That would suck if she started right in the middle of our filming schedule." "Knock on wood," I said. "Yeah. We'll be fine though, as long as I'm not sick the whole time. Ech!" "Do you need anything?" "Nah. Mom and dad have got me covered - breakfast in bed, and the whole works - not that I ate it or anything. You just work on that script. Get at least three major sex scenes blocked in with whatever dialog you need in between. The whole thing should only be about 30 minutes long at most, or Sheila will never get all the editing done." "I'll keep that in mind." "Damn are you ever gorgeous!" Charlotte said all of the sudden. "What do you mean?" I asked. "Mommy got those pictures of you developed and served them to me with breakfast. I'm just laying here swooning over you. You are like so hot, my baby! It's no wonder women are knocking on your window at 3 in the morning." "Thanks," I said. "You're achingly beautiful yourself, my dear." "Achingly?" Charlotte asked. "Yes," I replied. "You make my heart ache just looking at you. It feels like I'm dying inside every time I'm around you." "It's a nice kind of death though, isn't it? I feel that way all the time too." "If I ever lost you I think I would die," I said. "Me too," Charlotte replied. Then there was silence, but I could hear her slowly flipping through the photographs and sighing to herself over there. "Well, I'll let you go get to it then, my love. I think I'm gonna try and eat something here." "Charlotte?" I asked. "S'up, baby?" "You're really okay with this whole Vanessa thing?" I asked. "You did me proud," Charlotte replied. "The poor woman had needs and you took care of her, and all without spilling a drop of the come we need for our movie. You're my hero baby, seriously. I can't wait to finally fuck you again." "Thanks," I said. "I love you." "Love you, too." Then we said our goodbyes and hung up. I went to my bedroom, flopped down on the bed and stared at the ceiling for a long time, just thinking. Then I rolled over, grabbed a pad of paper and a pen, and wrote: Charlotte's Movie - "My Other Heart" Starring Charlotte Lawsen and Anthony Mitchell. Then I wrote the darn thing, and it was really good if I do say so myself. ------- Chapter 43: Revision It was Tuesday afternoon. I had just written an erotic screenplay, and I was hornier than I'd ever been in my life. My erection was aching and no matter what I did, it wouldn't relax. I was beginning to worry that I'd injure myself if I didn't come soon, but I eventually decided that that was impossible. No one ever died from having a hard on. It was just an inconvenience I'd have to deal with. Writing the script took me a good three hours, and it was a hack-work of scribbles and arrows and such, indicating where the changes and rearrangements should go. It was written on loose-leaf in a red Duotang which I titled M.O.H. in big fat black felt marker letters. I had an ice-cold shower, hollering all the way through, but felt better afterward. I still had a hard on when it was done, but it wasn't so painfully swollen. Weird. I got myself dressed and headed to school, Duotang in hand, to intercept Sheila. I got there just as she was heading across the back field of the school grounds. She was marching along, rather happily in the direction of her home, looking up at the clouds in the bright blue sky and humming to herself, with her books clutched to her chest, and a purse over her right shoulder. I stopped in my tracks, just staring hard at her for a moment. She looked so beautiful right then. She almost walked right into me. "Anthony!" she said, screeching to a halt in front of me. Her purse slid down off her shoulder and swung outward from her forearm, slapping me in the thigh. "Holy shit!" "Hi, She," I said. "How are you?" Part of me was a little disappointed that she had not stumbled right into me. I'd actually wanted her to. I couldn't get the idea out of my mind that I had taken her virginity a few days earlier, and she was now a part of me, and I a part of her, forever. "I'm okay, I guess. I was just heading home. Where were you today?" "I was home sick. Well tired mostly. I slept in today and just decided to skip school altogether. I finished the script and I wanted you to be the first to see it." "Why? Isn't it Charlotte's movie?" "I know it is, but I want you to read it first, so I can make any changes before I show it to her." Sheila looked at me strangely and then grabbed it from me. "Thanks. I'm honored," she muttered, with a cold smirk. "It's really good," I said. "Well I think so anyway. I want you to tell me what you honestly think. Don't pull no punches." "I promise," she said, smacking me in the shoulder with it. We got to a bench at the back of the school grounds and she sat down on it. I paced around excitedly while she read, picturing all the scenes, all the angles, all the wet nasty sex. It was so exciting I was almost shaking. Sheila's face was blank as she read it. I couldn't read any emotion. "So she's gonna have to dye her hair halfway through the shoot," Sheila said. "Yeah," I said. "Just to sort of reinforce the different personalities. When she's Fiona, her hair will be reddish, when she's Jen, her hair will be blond. You think that'll work?" "I don't know, Ant. It might be overkill, you know what I mean? I think the audience will get it without having us beat them over the head with it. Maybe just a change in voice tone would do it. I'll coach her on that." She was right, now that I thought of it. Having Charlotte dye her hair for all the scenes where she was the aggressive slut character was perhaps a little too blunt. "The last thing we want to do is imply that the audience is stupid. It'll be way more powerful if they suddenly 'get it' on their own." "Right!" I said slowly, suddenly getting it on my own. "And this part here, where you're filling in the back story in dialog? Don't do that. It's really unrealistic for Fiona to be talking like a narrator, and it'll take the audience out of the story a bit." "Which part?" "Well, here: 'When I was little, I was locked in a pitch-black closet all day at a friend's house, and my parents didn't find me until morning. That's when I first met Fiona. I was laying there screaming and crying for an hour and finally I heard her voice teasing me, telling me what a baby I was.' It just seems a little forced at this point in the story, know what I mean?" "I just thought the audience should know what happened in the back story." "Why?" A gust of wind blew a lock of hair across her face, and she brushed it away with her fingertips. "I mean," she continued, "they're right in the middle of fucking. Whose gonna go into a long psychological tirade right then?" "Hmmm," I said. "I don't know." "If we use that bit at all, we should stick it up front where it matters. By this point we should have figured all that out already." She said a few more things about it, and it all made sense. By the time she had finished I had to admit it was 10 times better. "Thanks so much, She," I said. "This is exactly why I brought this to you." I gave her a kiss on the cheek, and then, for no reason at all I gave her a big deliciously wet French kiss as though she were the last woman alive. She didn't pull away for a second. It was hot and passionate and we broke away slowly. She tasted sweet and the sweetness lingered, even after it was over. "What was that all about?" Sheila said. What was it about? While it was going on, I was mostly feeling incredible love for Charlotte, knowing that she wouldn't mind at all that I was kissing another girl. I felt so free, and so totally in love at the same time. It should have been a contradiction but it wasn't, and that was strange and wonderful to me. "I don't know. I just felt like it. Because I can, I guess." "Cocky bastard." Then she kissed me. Somewhere in the middle of it her hand dropped to my cock. She felt the bulge and gave it a tender little squeeze. I suddenly felt a strong drive to fuck her. It was totally base and animalistic, and it was as powerful as fear. I was shaken by it. "Does this thing ever go down?" she asked. "Not lately. It's kind of a 24/7 thing the past few days." "Poor bugger," she said, and then nibbled at my ear lobe for no apparent reason. I shivered all over once again. The drive was stronger now, and I began to lean into her embrace, almost trying to lie her down on the bench. "Do you wanna fuck me, baby? My pussy is wet and ready right now, and my house is only two minutes away." Her voice was sweet, sexy, and seductive. My mouth fell open. I'd never heard her talk like that before, and yes, I did want to fuck her, though it was purely a physical desire. "You're joking, right?" "Am I?" she said. "I'm a woman now. You made sure of that. Now I'm free to fuck whoever I want, whenever I want. You think I'm kidding?" "I don't know." A smirk spread reluctantly across her face. Then she laughed at me. "Of course I'm kidding, dummy. You're taken, remember? And besides, we're supposed to be saving this stuff for your big shoot." She leaned into my ear again, and wrapped her grip around my cock again, inside my pants this time. Then she spoke with the same rampantly aroused tone of voice again. "But I sure would like to feel this thick hard thing inside me again. Ooh, I want it so bad, baby. I'm soaking wet for you." "Um, yeah," I said. I got up and stumbled a bit on shaky legs. "I should go. Are you gonna be able to book off all your babysitting for the weekend?" "It's already taken care of." "Great! I'll be at Charlotte's tonight. You can call me there if you need me." Sheila cocked an eyebrow at me, and then shook her head, rolled her eyes, and gathered her books up. I grinned not really getting whatever unspoken joke she was trying to convey, and took a couple of steps toward home. Then I turned around again. "Listen, She. I was wondering if you'd gotten a chance to hook up with any of these other guys you were holding out on all this time. Have you had any luck?" "Why do you ask?" I could still taste the kiss on my tongue and I wanted to kiss her again. "I don't know. I was just wondering. You really should go for it." "You'll be the first to know if I do," she said. We went our separate ways, and I found my cock painfully hard again. "Damn," I said. "Once this movie's done, I'm gonna get her back, big time!" ------- Chapter 44: Second Draft I rewrote the whole thing, implementing the changes Sheila had suggested, and making all the corrections I'd noted to myself. Rewriting ten pages by hand was no picnic. Doing it twice was even worse, but I didn't have a computer at the time, so I was pretty much stuck. Finally it was done though. I shredded all the old pages into about a million pieces and flushed them down the toilet, for fear my mom would find them. Then I headed out the door. Minutes later I was at the Lawsen residence. Mrs. Lawsen came out from behind the house as I pulled up the driveway. She was wearing a bikini that left pretty much nothing to the imagination. She might as well have been naked. I could even see the sexy pout of her pussy lips through the sheer fabric of the bikini crotch. I accidentally slammed the door on my knee getting out of the truck and I dropped the Duotang on the driveway. "Homework?" Stephanie said, picking it up and handing it to me. My heart damn near exploded out of my chest right then. The very first page inside had the cast of characters for a movie that included her daughter. If she'd have opened it up and looked at it we'd have been busted for sure. She hadn't though, thank God. My heart was pounding like a jackhammer though and my face flushed hot. She looked at me curiously. "Yeah," I said. "I had to pick up some assignments from school because I was away as well today." I opened the door again and flung the thing back inside the cab. "Those pictures turned out nice," Stephanie said. "We're getting a couple of them enlarged and framed in the living room. I hope you're not planning on breaking up with Charlotte any time soon." "I'd die first," I said with all seriousness. "Good," Steph replied. "I'm sure Charlotte feels the same way. So our $150 is not going to go to waste." "Are you sure you want to see my ugly mug every time you walk by?" I asked. "I've got a nude photo of you I look at every night on the inside of my bedroom closet door." "What!?" I said. "Where'd you get a nude photo of me?" "My husband took it. That morning after we all had sex. Remember?" "He got those enlarged?" "It's a beautiful picture. We're both hugging you like you're a god or something, and we all look so peaceful, except for the violent redness of your fallen erection laying across your stomach." Stephanie licked her lips at the mention of it, and patted my butt. We had strolled around to the back of the house as we talked, and there was Charlotte, lying wrapped in a blanket on a luxurious-looking deck chair. "What's this about an erection?" she asked. "I was just telling him about my closet boy-toy fetish." "Damn! Yeah, that picture is hot!" "Feeling better?" I asked her. "Much." "Me too." "Mom and dad have been taking care of me all day. I feel like such a little princess." "You are a little princess," I said. I sat down beside her and kissed her forehead. She was as beautiful as ever, in spite of her illness. "Can you come for a drive?" I said, winking at her. "I've got something to show you." "Trust me, she's see it," Stephanie joked. "Up close and larger than life." Charlotte evidently decided to play along with her joke, wanting to avoid even the hint that we were going to be looking at a porn script. "If you want to fuck me, just ask, baby," Charlotte said, winking back. "You don't need to 'take me for a drive', or anything like that." She made finger quotes in the air to emphasize the euphemism, and Stephanie laughed gaily from the deck chair next to us. "Yes, Anthony," Stephanie said. "Don't ever feel the need to hide what you guys do from us. Sneaking around is more offensive than fucking our daughter right in front of our eyes. We know she fucks. We've seen it many times. We encourage it in fact. Just be real, and everything will be fine." "Well, then," I said. "Do you want to come for a drive so we can go somewhere and fuck like animals until we're sore from it?" "Sounds like fun. Just let me get dressed." Char disappeared into the house, and her dad came out. "There's my gorgeous stallion of a man now," Stephanie said. "Come here, honey. I've got something for you." Much to my shock, Ronald walked up and Stephanie slid his shorts down and took his cock into her mouth, right in front of me. Well I could only see the back of her head mostly, but I knew what was happening. Ron smiled down at her, and then nodded at me while his wife sucked on his prick right in front of me. He reached down to fondle her breasts, and she cupped his scrotum, tumbling his testicles across her fingers and deep-throating him at the same time. I was amazed. I'd seen her giving him head before, but not from this close. I could have reached out and pushed on the back of her head if I wanted to. I just sat there, half staring at the motion of her head, and half glancing around nervously at the swimming pool and landscaping. Suddenly Ron was coming in her mouth and I couldn't tear my eyes away. He groaned lustily and emptied his load into his loving wife with a shudder and a smile. Then he patted her on the head and sat down on a third deck chair, kissing her cheek with such tender affection that I was suddenly jealous of the perfection of their love. I could stand to take a few lessons from the man. Charlotte wandered out and sat in my lap, cuddling up to me for a moment as though trying to keep warm. It was a bright sunny afternoon though. "I can't get enough of this boy, mom. What the hell is wrong with me?" Stephanie mumbled something back, her mouth still full of Ron's come, and I gathered she said something to the effect of total agreement on her part concerning Ron. Then she flicked her tongue out at us, showing us the pearly white cream she had taken from him, oozing across her happy little tongue. Then she swallowed it down, and smiled wantonly. "I only hope we can be that sexy in twenty years," Charlotte said. I had mixed feelings about the scene myself, mostly because I wasn't used to parents being so sexually open in front of their kids like they were with Charlotte. It wasn't wrong I guess, just different than I was used to. We got up and headed for the truck. We drove away and I just cruised around while she read my script. She pulled the pen from the spine of the notebook and began crossing out entire chunks of dialog. I looked at her with intense curiosity. "Don't mind me," she said. "I'm just cutting out stuff that would just never work on screen. You're thinking like a novel-writer here. It's great stuff, but it's just not gonna play well on camera." She got through the whole thing, and I was feeling a little self-conscious, hearing the pen strokes wiping out entire sections of my heart-felt dialog. When she looked up there were tears in her eyes though. "It's absolutely brilliant!" she said. "I don't know what to say." "Really?" I asked. "I kinda figured you didn't like it, by the way you were cutting things out there." "No, no! Not at all. I cut stuff out, but only stuff that's taking away from the power of what's essentially there — a heart-wrenching story of love and sacrifice. Oh my god, Anthony! I love it. Fiona dies in the end, giving herself up for the greater good, but not really. They actually become one whole being! It's beautiful! And you did it all inside of an extremely arousing framework and in the right time-span too." "You think we can pull it off?" "Damn right, we can." "Cool." "Has Sheila seen this?" "Yes, actually. This is the second draft. She helped me rework the first draft into this." "It's incredible work. If only we could get you writing for daddy. He could use some good stories like this." "I'd feel too weird." "His current writer gets $25,000 a pop." "Holy fuckin' shit!" I said. "Yeah, seriously. Daddy pays the talent well. It's part of what makes the company successful. It also keeps people very loyal. Mom and dad are well-respected across the whole industry." "Do you want a drink?" I said. We had pulled into a convenience store parking lot and were sitting there parked. "Sure. Some fruit juice would be nice." I got out and got it for her, getting myself a drink as well. When I came out there was a very sexy brunette leaning in the window talking to Char. I noticed her ass first, because she was sort of bent over with her back arched, waving it back and forth playfully. You couldn't not notice it. It was gorgeous. "Anthony, this is my friend Jade," she said. "Her daddy's in the business too. We've been friends since we were little." "Hi, Jade," I said. "Damn, you're fine, boy," Jade said bluntly. "Are you gonna let me try him out sometime?" "I'm sure he wouldn't mind," Char said. "He's packin' like a mule, too." "Sweet," Jade said. "Whip it out. Let's see." I glanced around nervously, but then slid my pants down to my thighs, lifting my ass as they went. My cock sprang up like it was on a spring release and Jade gasped at it. "I take it back," she said. "You ain't just fine, you're a god." "Thanks," I said, pulling my pants back up again. "So what are you guys doing right now?" Jade asked. "Nothing. Just driving around." "I'm meeting some friends for a bit o' the hot and nasty. You wanna come along?" "Are all you gals over-sexed nymphomaniacs?" I said with a chuckle. "There seems to be a club you can join or something." The two girls laughed. "Yeah we do seem to be a tad promiscuous, don't we?" Jade said. "Can you blame us though — being raised in homes where sex is as natural as watching TV?" "So who are these friends of yours?" Charlotte asked. "Just a couple of guys from school — athletic types with more body than brains. Just the way I like 'em." "Packin?" Char said. "Not terribly, but they can go all night. We've been getting together every night this week for threesomes. I'm just here to get myself some condoms." "Well maybe we can hang out with you guys, but we're probably not gonna join in." "Why not? I'd love to have a go at this friend of yours." I'd have loved to have a go at her too for that matter. She had a killer smile and eyes that seemed to suck all the air out of the universe and make you have to catch your breath, and from what I could see, tits that were at least D's, hanging out of her shirt right in front of Char's face. "Anthony and I are saving ourselves for a nasty hot fuck tomorrow night. He's being holding it in all week and when he finally does come it's gonna coat me like a Boston cream pie, right in the face. It'll be awesome." "Sick, making him abstain like that, but a wicked idea. I'll have to try that sometime, if I can make it. " "I know. It's been hell. I've wanted to fuck him every minute of the day since Sunday night when we last did it." "Well just call my cell, and we'll hook up later, Char." Jade walked into the store and I saw that she was indeed deliciously padded in all the right places as she wandered into the store. She wasn't in rock-solid shape like Char was, but her curves were appealing in their own visually satisfying way. I could see her ass jiggle as she nudged the door open with her hip to let a little kid out of the store with his arms full of drinks and snacks. "She was my first lesbian experience," Char said, also eyeing her up from beside me. "We got drunk one night with some guys we were planning on fucking, but they both passed out on us, so we did each other. It was very naughty, but the whole time I was sort of seeing it through a spectator's eyes, if you know what I mean. If the guys woke up, how fucking sexy would it look? That type of thing. You know. I'm not really into that sort of thing, with girls, but she's a damn fine specimen to experiment with. She squeals like a maniac when she comes. It sounds like a fucking semi slamming on its brakes or something." Charlotte laughed at that, and then turned to find me staring at her. "I love you, Char," I said, seeing beauty in her that no other woman alive could ever compete with. ------- Chapter 45: Jaded We were parked on the street across from a park near Charlotte's place. It was late afternoon now, and there were kids running around the park battling one another with sticks and cardboard shields, vying for dominance of the childhood kingdom laid out before them, with so much passion and drama that it was hardly even a game anymore. "So do you want to go hang out and watch Jade get fucked six ways from Sunday by these two guys?" Charlotte asked. "I don't know," I said. "I think the less we aggravate this little monster between my legs the better. Do you want to?" "I wouldn't mind to, at least to stop in for a while if that's okay. I haven't seen Jade for like over a year now. Can we go down and just hang out for a while?" "Sure," I said. "As long as you're sure she won't try to rape me or something." Charlotte laughed. "Actually I'm not sure," she said, "now that you mention it. She's like, super-aggressive. This one time, she sucked a guy's cock so wildly that he was actually slapping her, trying to get her off of him. It was nuts. She had him down to the root, and she was sucking like a blown airlock and the guy must have been in pain or something because he started trying to push her away, but she wouldn't let go, and finally he started slapping her face, but that just got her even more wound up. She completely buried her face in his lap and just sucked and bobbed and held on for dear life until he was coming down her throat." "Sounds like fun," I said. "It was hilarious, and somehow weirdly sexy. I don't know if I'd ever get turned on by getting smacked around, but she sure was." "I wonder if I could handle her." "Well don't worry too much. I think the intensity of it was just part of that one situation. She likes those extreme sexual adventures, but for the most part she's as normal as you and me." "So you're admitting she's more adventurous than you, oh mighty Queen of Sluts?" "Well if you've ever wondered if there's a bigger slut than me wandering around, it's her. She's done everything, gang-bangs, anal, orgies, bondage, S&M. There's literally nothing she won't do. I'm still the Queen of Sluts of course, being a lot classier than she is, and way hotter all-around, but she's a close second. Granted she's older than me, but not by much. She told me one time she used to fuck her cousins when they were all kids. That was kind of a weird confession on her part, but we were into this I'm-a-worse-slut-than-you debate, and she beat me out big time there. I don't even have cousins." Charlotte giggled. She started to say something else, but the giggle caught me off guard with an overpowering lust for her. I grabbed her and cut her off with a deep and sensual kiss. She melted into it, as they say in the trashy romance novels, and it was a beautiful feeling. Her body was soft and yielding, and her every motion told me that she was absolutely mine in every way. I loved that. The kiss continued, like waves on a shore. "Don't," she said, finally breaking away. "What?" I asked. "Don't do that!" "Do what?" "That!" She pointed down at her crotch. I suddenly discovered my hand was in her panties and I was diddling her clit with two of my fingers. I hadn't even realized it, it was so natural now. "Whoa! Sorry," I said. "Normally, I'd love that, but I'm dying to get fucked right now, and I won't be getting any, so you're gonna have to have mercy on me." "Do you want me to go down on you?" "No. Honestly, even if I come, that'll just make me hot for cock. I can't handle that right now." "Just imagine, within 24 hours we'll be fucking again. It feels like it's been weeks." Charlotte grabbed me by the shirt and pulled my face to hers. She looked me directly in the eyes and made me a beautiful promise. "I'm gonna do you so good, baby, that you'll forget you're even alive. I swear! You've been so amazing this week. I don't know of any other man alive who could have been through what you've been through for this movie. I'm gonna suck on you, and fuck on you, and wrap every part of myself around you until your brain turns to sludge and all that's left inside you is come, shooting out all over me like liquid love." "I can't wait," I said, and shuddered from the very bottom of my being. We hugged for a while, and then I started up the truck. "So where does this Jade live?" I asked. "Not far," Charlotte said. We got to Jade's house, another mansion of sorts, but not nearly as nice as the Lawsen's place. Charlotte led me inside, without even knocking. "Weren't we supposed to phone?" I asked. "Sure, but she'd have to pop the cock out of her mouth to answer it." "You're so certain that's what she's doing right now?" I said with a laugh. "Can't you smell it?" Charlotte said, stopping at the top of the stairs to sniff the air. I could, now that she mentioned it. The smell of sex was thick in the air. Sure enough, when we walked into the den in her basement, she was on her hands and knees giving head to a happy-looking young man who sat spread out on her couch like a limp rag, overwhelmed by the apparent ecstasy he was in. Behind her was another young man who had his cock buried up to the balls in her jiggling ass. The three of them looked up at us with surprise at first, and then they all grinned, except for Jade, whose mouth was full of cock. "Come to join the party?" one of the guys asked, eyeing up Charlotte like she was a vagina on two legs. It sort of creeped me out. "We're just here to see Jade," Charlotte said, putting her arm around me. "Don't mind us. Continue." They didn't look like they'd planned on stopping on our behalf. I sat down in a chair across from them and Charlotte sat in my lap, clinging to me with an urgency I'd never felt from her before. It was almost like she was afraid. From this new point of view we could see that Jade had come in her hair, and hanging in ropey strings off of her ass and lower back, sliding down her waist to drip in gobs on the carpet by her knees. How long had they been going at it before we got there? It looked like she'd already taken a couple of loads each out of them. We watched them for a few minutes and it soon became apparent that Jade was fully in charge of the situation. She controlled the moves, the pace, the pleasure, and the guys were basically just there to provide the erections she was amusing herself with. Jade popped off the penis she had been mastering and turned to look back at us. "Glad you guys could make it. Are you sure you won't join in?" "We're good," Charlotte said. "You have fun, J." "This is Kurt, and Keith, by the way. They're twins. Not identical, but close enough. With your eyes shut you can't tell the diff." Keith grabbed her by the head and stuffed his cock back into her mouth. She responded to his attempt at authority by reducing him to babbling with a furious bobbing of her head, and a suction that made him cringe all over. "Fuh!" was all he could say. He was whipped back into submission almost instantly and it showed all over him. Kurt, who was in her ass to the very hilt, wrapped in a lime-green condom, made an attempt at domination as well, by slamming aggressively into her ass a few times, as though in defense of his brother. He was also cowed to whimpering once again by a forceful squeeze of her tight little asshole that caught his breath in his throat and seemed to affect his entire being. Charlotte and I couldn't actually see the squeeze she gave him, but we saw it in his reaction. His thrusting ceased and he hunched over her ass with a cringe of super-sweet pleasure and froze behind her like a statue for a moment, trying to look macho, but not doing a very good job of it. Both of them, though they perhaps wanted to put on an alpha-male façade for us, were wrapped around her little finger. It was plainly evident, even though we'd only been there for less than ten minutes. Eventually they just grinned at one another, and resumed fucking her mouth and ass like the good little fuck slaves they were. Charlotte shifted in my lap and her ass pressed into my erection. She turned back to look me in the eye and raised her brow suggestively. I shrugged and gestured at the scene before us. In spite of the weird psychological dynamics that were playing out, it was hot, and it was affecting me at the basest level. Charlotte seemed to understand my unspoken assessment and agreed. "Me too," she whispered into my ear, and I shuddered once again. Then we began kissing while the three of them fucked in front of us. I thought for a moment about how I'd feel if it was Charlotte in Jade's place right then. The idea didn't appeal to me at all. Charlotte may be a slut, but she was not a skank. I just could imagine her being used like that. The very thought of those two guys even touching her was offensive to me. I don't know why, considering I'd let her fuck Mick right in front of me the night before. You'd think I'd be all for it, but I wasn't. There was just something weird and creepy and disgusting about what the three of them were doing. I couldn't put my finger on it. Was it the anal sex? The threesome? No. None of these things were bad in and of themselves. So what was it? "I don't like the way that guy's looking at me," Charlotte whispered to me beneath the noises of their sex. "It's making me really nauseous." I looked up and saw Keith staring at my girlfriend like, I don't know, like he wanted to kill her with is cock or something. I don't really know how to explain it. There was a kind of misogynistic violence in his eyes. It wasn't even a physical violence, it was a sexual violence, like he wanted to brutalize her pretty little pussy and that was somehow supposed to be sexy. It wasn't though, not at all, and we both felt it. The only thing I could think of to explain it was that perhaps they were resentful on some level at having been mastered by Jade, and they wanted to take it out on Charlotte who seemed sweet and innocent, relatively anyway. Suddenly the guy pulled out of Jade's mouth, grabbed her by a fistful of hair and jerked a load out onto her face and into her mouth. She took it, moaning like a whore, and half-laughing in what sounded like triumph. All the while he never took his eyes off of Charlotte. I almost wanted to punch him. In response Charlotte just continued kissing me, unzipped my pants, pulled my cock out, bent down and gave it a little kiss on its mighty head. Then she put it away again, all the while never taking her eyes off of him. Keith stood there with a shocked look on his face, still wiping the last dribbled of his come onto Jade's cheeks and forehead with his inferior manhood. The message had gotten across. He wasn't eyeing her up anymore. Charlotte had gotten a message across to me as well in that simple gesture. I realized once again that she'd given herself to me completely, and I knew that she realized this too, and wanted this Keith guy to know it too. I also realized that I would probably never have to doubt her or be suspicious of her for any reason as long as I lived. She would never do anything to disrespect me, not to my face, or behind my back. She was in love with me, and she had shown it to both me and Keith at the same time. I wanted to ravish her with adoration, but I restrained myself to a mere pat on the head. She got the message though, and that made me feel good as well. Kurt was coming next. He pulled out, yanked off his condom, and spurted his own mess across her swaying ass. I could see his face in the floor-to-ceiling mirror behind the couch. He actually looked kind of goofy when he was coming, sort of like he was suddenly stricken with brain damage for a half a minute. His face looked really stupid and I could only hope I never looked like that myself. "Go get me a towel, boy," Jade said, once again stressing her authority over them. "And you go get us all some drinks from the fridge upstairs." They departed, and Jade looked at us with a huge grin after they were gone. "Are these guys fuckin' boneheads or what?" she said. "Holy shit, Jade," Charlotte whispered back. "I thought you had more respect for yourself than to reduce yourself to these fucking clowns." "Well, they're easy to control, and it beats fucking a dildo. I'm really just using them as you can see. I like to come at least three times before bed, and I can do it with these guys with very few complications. I think they like being my little bitches to be honest. It seems to get their rocks off on some level." "Yeah, you're normally so sweet. This is a side of you I've never seen," Charlotte said. "Sarcastic bitch," Jade answered. "You're calling me cruel, but there you are rubbing that sweet ass all over this poor boy when he can't even fuck you 'til the end of the week." "Tomorrow actually," I said, "and I can't wait." The twins came back in, one with a towel and the other with five drinks on a tray. They looked like a couple of waiters, except that they were buck naked with their cocks hanging down in front of them. "Nice," Jade said, licking their lips. "I'm one lucky bitch, having all the cock I can handle at my very fingertips like this." She gave us a sideways glance that told us she was just playing them once again. We smiled back at her, and then she was giving head again. Kurt hardened in her mouth and Keith got behind her, rubbing the towel across her ass, wiping up the mess his brother had made there. Finally he was hard again as well, after she began rubbing her ass back against him, and he rolled a condom on from a strip on the end table, and thrust himself upward into one her holes. We couldn't tell which one. Char and I gulped down the drinks they'd brought us, and sat watching once again, a little less excited than we were at first. Now it was Kurt eyeing Charlotte up as Jade gave him a sloppy, slurpy blowjob. Rather than go through the same pantomime his brother had seen, Charlotte simply took me by the hand and led me toward the stairs. "We're gonna get going, J," she said. "We've got some stuff to do yet." "It was nice meeting you," I added. Jade simply nodded and moaned something into Kurt's dick. "You too," Char replied, as though she knew exactly what she'd said. "I'll call you." Then we were gone, but as we headed out the front door we heard one of them exclaim, "Damn, that was one fine-ass bitch! What I wouldn't give for a piece of that!" The other one moaned in agreement, and then there was a whimper. We couldn't tell who it was. I laughed dismissively, but Charlotte was obviously upset. "Bastards!" she said. "Are you okay?" I asked. I hadn't seen her that mad since she'd kicked Trevor in the nuts at school. "I'm fine," she said. "It just disgusts me that they would talk that shit about me with their dicks in Jade like she's a piece of meat or something. They don't deserve her." That was all she said about it. I agreed with her completely, but kept it to myself. Charlotte had said it all. "The first chance I get, I'm getting you to fuck her," Charlotte said. "Then you'll see that she's not really like that. She's actually an incredible lover who deserves so much better." We got into the truck and drove away into the evening. ------- Chapter 46: Words It was dark outside when we left Jade's, which was a surprise because it didn't really feel like we'd been in there that long. It's always disorienting I find, coming out of a building into nighttime when it was daylight when you went in. It makes you feel like you've lost some time somewhere, which you did really, but when you don't see it happening it kind of throws you off. "How long were we in there?" Charlotte said. "About forty-five minutes, I guess." Charlotte stood looking up at the sky, perhaps still thinking about Jade, or pondering the stars perhaps. I couldn't tell what she was thinking. We stood there in Jade's driveway for a moment. She looked intensely beautiful. Even watching her breathing was exciting. She closed her eyes after a moment and took in the cool night air. Her head dropped back and her chest thrust out with each breath. Her long blonde hair flowed down passed her butt and her hands were slightly spread outward from her hips, palms up, as though catching something that fell down from above. Wow. "You feel that?" she said. "What?" I asked. "I don't know. It just feels like life. It's amazing." I looked up at the sky, and then back at her. The night sky above our little city was pretty, but it was nothing compared to her. The only amazing thing I felt was the energy that seemed to flow out of her. "What do you think?" she asked. "I think you're a prism," I said after a moment. "A prison?" "No, a prism. I can look at anything beautiful in this world and it just seems flat and one-dimensional, but when I look at it through you it becomes a rainbow; looking at you looking at the stars is more beautiful than the stars themselves. I guess that's what I'm trying to say. Does that make sense? I don't know. I feel kind of mushy in the head right now." Charlotte hurried up to me as though I were about to flee or something. She crushed me against the side of my truck and locked onto me with a passionate kiss. She squealed in ecstasy as she kissed me, as though some great joy was exploding inside her like fireworks. She squealed and laughed and moaned and sighed into the kiss, but kept kissing without a pause. I gripped her too, feeling a little unworthy of such adoration, but grateful at the same time. Then she broke the kiss and told me the exact same thing I was thinking right at that moment. "I don't deserve you," she said. I didn't have an answer, so I just let her kiss me some more. She kissed me as though her very life depended on showing me how much she loved me at that moment, and in some convoluted sort of irony, I began to see stars — little twinkling sparks that floated dizzily behind my eyes. I sort of watched them and sort of watched her at the same time. She broke away looked at me kind of funny. The stars seemed to be trying to touch her. "Breathe," she told me, giving me a little shake. I gasped in a deep breath and suddenly realized I had completely forgotten to even breathe. Holy shit! I stood there panting and soon the stars went away. "I'm so desperately in love with you I think I might die from it," I said. "You and me both." She pressed her ear to my chest and held me there for a while, listening to my heartbeat as I softly stroked her hair. "Do you want to go somewhere?" I asked after a few minutes. "I want you to make love to me again. I'm literally aching for it, Anthony. You have no idea." "Well, take everything you're feeling, turn it inside out, and point it back at yourself. That's where I'm at right now." She thought about that for a moment. "I'm really that amazing," she said. "If you're feeling for me what I feel for you right now, I must be a fucking goddess or something." I did not disagree. "So do you want to go somewhere?" I asked again. "I have to be home by 10:30 or so. My parents are flying out tomorrow morning and it's my last chance to spend time with them for the entire week." "It's a little after eight now," I said. "Let's just drive." We drove. That's all we did. I took her out of town a little ways and just went down the darkened highway for a while, listening to romantic love songs on a lite-rock radio station. She lay with her head in my lap, looking up at me with dreamy eyes. The light from the dash lit me up in a gentle orange glow and she seemed to be lost in a trance over it. I looked down at her every once in a while and smiled. She just lay there staring blankly back, not talking. We passed a truck on the highway and in the brief flash of headlight in the cab of my truck I saw that she had actually completely removed her pants and was masturbating beside me. The glazed-over look was apparently lust. "Do you want me to do that for you?" I asked. "Just drive," she whispered, "like I'm not even here. You're so fucking sexy I could scream. I just want to watch you and fuck myself stupid like the helpless little slut that I am." So I just drove, and tried my best to ignore her, but I could feel the heat of her gaze. I could sense the motion of the seat beneath her ass as she swirled and wriggled and humped her pelvis up and down against her hand. I could even feel and smell her hot breath blowing up at my face. Mostly I could hear her panting, mewling, and moaning, though she was trying her best to restrain it. She came after a few more minutes and the sound of her orgasmic squealing and deep lusty groaning was more than I could bear. "Damn, you're so fucking sexy, Charlotte Lawsen," I said. The words died in the air between us though. They were impotent, like trying to paint the Sistine Chapel with a toothpick. I hated not having the right words to describe how amazing she was, but as she rounded the bend into her second orgasm I decided it was pointless anyway. It was not something that even needed describing really. Words would only hinder the beauty of the moment. The strangest song was on the radio at that point too — "Dreams" by Van Halen. I'd never heard it before, but it seemed to be the most perfect song imaginable right at that moment. We were flying down the highway at night, Charlotte had her legs sprawled out, one of the back of the seat and one on the dash, her hands were desperately caressing her sweet squirming vulva, digging orgasms out of it, and to top it off, she was kissing and licking my stomach, sending incredible chills through my whole body with her luscious little tongue and making my head tingle even more. We flew on through the night like that, and after about six of seven orgasms (that I could count anyway) I had to pull over and rest my tortured brain. As soon as the truck was stopped however, she jumped up and started trying to tear my pants open. "Fucking sexy bastard, if you don't fuck me right here and now I'm going to fucking rape you!" "Wait! Wait! Don't!" I said, trying to wrestle her off me. "The- The movie, Charlotte. We've already come this far. We can wait a little more!" "No! You need to fuck me right now! Fuck the movie, and fuck everything on earth except your cock inside me! Right NOW!" She was dangerously aggressive. Her pants and underwear were off and she was literally trying to rape me. She actually had my cock out and was trying to yank my jeans down when I grabbed her by the wrists and managed to wrestle her arms behind her back. She was strong though, and fighting like a hungry tigress. I managed to overpower her and got her onto her back on the passenger's side seat. Trouble was she jerked her legs upward on each side of me, and my partially exposed erection was suddenly crushed snuggly against her upturned vulva. Damn it felt nice. "Yes! Oh gawd yes! Fuck me, Anthony. Fuck me." "No!" I said firmly. "You need to calm down or you'll be bruised for the video tomorrow." I reached down and put my cock away with my free hand, still holding her down with the other. "FUCK!" she screamed, and then, not surprisingly, burst out bawling like a baby. She literally crumbled in my arms and was all sobs and confusion. "I'm sorry, Charlotte," I said, "but I promised to do this and I'm gonna stick to it, if for no other reason than to prove to myself on some level that our relationship is not all just an illusion of lust. It's happened to me before and my fucking soul would die if it happened again with you. I love you with everything inside me and you have to believe that without me fucking you silly, and I have to know that you believe that." Charlotte's sobs wound down. After a while she answered. "You're right, Anthony. I'm sorry. I'm being stupid. I'm being Charlotte the horny little fuck slut who uses sex to hide from her emotions. I'm, you know, I've never been in love before and I don't know how to feel, and I don't know what to think, and I'm all over the place in my head. I feel like a little child and a burning hot sex goddess at the same time, and I don't know how to deal with the insanity of it. All I know is I feel like I'm dying inside right now because I can't explain to you how much I totally love you in every single way. The only way I've ever known was by sucking you and fucking you and making you come. Without that I feel useless." Then we were both silent, both breathing heavy, both sort of crying, in the darkness, listening to "I'll Never Break Your Heart" by the Backstreet Boys. "Sit up," I said. "Look at me." She did. I had to help her because she was lying on her own hair, but soon we were face to face in the dashboard light again. "Tell me you love me," I said. "I do." "So tell me. Explain it. Use words instead of sex." "I love you. I can't explain it with words. I'm not like you, and that's what makes me sadder. I'm no good with explaining things. I just feel this great big mush of life and death and desperation and power inside me that's all about you and it's driving me crazy because I can't fucking explain it right! I just want to fuck you because the pleasure, the pleasure, the fucking delirious pleasure — it makes it real, sort of, like, I don't know. The pleasure makes the words I want to say not even have to be said. And it makes the crazy scary feeling go away for a while because I feel like I'm touching you in every way." Wow. I just hugged her. I was looking into a window of her soul and I fully understood how she felt about me in that moment. I was completely in love with her and there was nothing in between our hearts and minds at that point. There was absolute clarity and I just wanted to take care of her forever. That's not the feeling I expected at that moment. In the past I'd simply felt the dread of ever seeing the girls I loved with other men. With Charlotte though, I just felt like all the love inside me was about her, and I didn't even matter. It was like walking out of a house and being surprised to see stars in the sky, when you were expecting the harsh glare of the sun. I realized that I'd perhaps finally discovered true love. "I'm never, ever, ever going to leave you Charlotte. Not ever. You're my girl and I don't want anyone else. I'm never, ever, ever gonna change my mind about that. Not ever. I need you more than I need to breathe." So then she started bawling again, and I wasn't sure if they were happy tears, sad, tears, or scared tears. I wiped them away with my thumbs and kissed her again. That seemed to calm her a bit. "Do you know how good it feels, to know the one person who means everything to you will do everything in his power to keep you by his side forever, to love you and cherish you forever?" Charlotte said this looking me in the eyes and softly caressing my lips. "Do you feel that way about me?" "YES!" she said. "What else can I say to convince you!?" "I'm already convinced," I said. "I just like hearing you say it." Charlotte stopped for a moment, staring out the window as though searching for something. "I think... I think I get it now," she said with a gorgeous little giggle. "For me, love is about feelings, sensations, and emotions, but you need to hear it, with words, in order to feel really loved. Does that sound right?" "I just need the complete package, Char. I need you to fuck your love into me with everything you've got every chance you get, but I also need you to tell me you love me as well." "And I just need you to keep being you, because you're absolutely perfect!" "I doubt that." "Come on, Anthony. Don't you think I tried to think up a million and a half reasons not to fall in love with you? I couldn't think of a single one though, and it scared the hell out of me. It still does." "Time will tell, I guess. You're probably just biased right now. Love is blind, right?" "Maybe, but I don't think anything I ever find about you will ever outweigh the perfection I see in you right now." "I hope not," I said, and then I put the truck in gear and headed homeward. Charlotte got her pants back on and even replaced her seatbelt. She leaned lovingly against me the whole way home and we listened to Corey Hart's "I Am by Your Side" all the way home. It was a beautiful night. "Tomorrow," I said. "Sheila will capture one of the most beautiful sex scenes every recorded on camera." "No fuckin' kidding," Charlotte said. ------- Chapter 47: Party Time I drove Charlotte back to her place and walked her to her door. The driveway was full of cars. We heard music and laughter from inside and it sounded like there was something big going on. "Oh yeah," Charlotte said. "I forgot they were planning a party." "A party?" I asked. "Yeah. It's a going-away-slash-celebration party. They mentioned it this afternoon but I completely forgot. They usually always do this before a major trip. It's a lot of fun. You wanna come in and see?" What kind of party would the actors and producers of some of the nation's hottest porn have? Now this I had to see. We went inside and sure enough there was something big going on. Bottles were everywhere and people were in various states of drunkenness and undress. It looked like an orgy from where we stood. An incredibly hot blonde was giving Mr. Lawsen head while she was fucked from behind. She also seemed to be fondling Mrs. Lawsen at the same time. Damn it looked hot. Onlookers were cheering them on, laughing, drinking, and commenting as they watched. Charlotte and I watched from the hallway and none of the six or eight people seemed to notice us. "They're playing Sex-Dex, it looks like," Charlotte said. "What's that?" I asked, noticing that they all had cards in their hands. "It's a card came dad had custom made where everyone is dealt six cards and they have to play them all. The cards have various sex acts on them. You play as many of them as you think you can pull off in a single turn. See, Daphne there has obviously played at least three of her cards. She has one man in her ass, Clark I think his name is, Dad in her mouth, and is finger-fucking mom all at the same time. It's fun to play, but you need at least four really uninhibited people for a really good game." "And who's more uninhibited than a group of porn stars?" "Exactly." "So what's the object of the game?" "You have to be the first to play all your cards. The thing is, if you are unable or unwilling to perform an act with someone who calls on you as a partner, you have to draw a card. So it's fairly challenging. There's a lot of strategy involved. But everyone wins in the end, I suppose." As though to prove her point, the man fucking Daphne in the ass pulled out and streamed a load across her ass in four or five stringy ropes with a deeply gratified grunt. She had one hell of a nice ass too. I got hard just looking at it. "Are these people all porn stars?" "Yeah, pretty much," Charlotte said. "Nice looking bunch, aren't they?" She wasn't kidding. Both the men and the women in the group were nothing less than gorgeous. The men were all well-hung, and the women were all full-breasted. "Hey! Charlotte's here!" one of the ladies yelled. Her speech was slurred a bit, and she looked like she could hardly see. She had a stray dribble of come on her cheek, but she didn't seem to notice. "Hey Charlotte, who's the hottie?" "This is Anthony," Charlotte said, "my newly acquired boyfriend." "He looks yummy. I could just eat him up for dessert," another woman said. I blushed, in spite of my best efforts to remain cool. She was a true nymph of a lady, very petite and very sexy-looking. There didn't seem to be an ounce of fat on every inch of her tight little body, except in her chest which bobbled outward from her taut frame in great jiggling globes. "Well don't get any ideas, gals," Stephanie said. "He's only a teenager." "Oh to be 16 again," the nymph answered. "I'm sure he wouldn't tell, would you, Charley?" "Anthony," I said. "Whatever," she said back. Charlotte laughed. "Maybe I can rent him out to you ladies," Charlotte said. "How much? I've got five-hundred here, says he's mine for the night!" "Five-fifty!" "Six!" "Down, girls! Down! I was just kidding!" Charlotte said. Stephanie just winked at me. "Well if you ever change your mind, let me know. I love a good snack in the morning." "How's he hung, Char? Nice fit?" "Oh yeah!" she said, stroking my ego in front of this smorgasbord of porn beauties. Then she held her hands apart in front of her face to show them, and they all squealed and cheered. One girl even fell off the couch she was so enthusiastic. Then they all laughed. "Ladies," Mr. Lawsen said. "I've got my final hand ready to go, are you ready?" "Lay it out, babe." Ron spread five cards down in front of him and they all looked. The guys cheered and the gals squealed like a bunch of cheerleaders whose team just won the game. "What the fuck! You had five felatio cards? No wonder I haven't gotten any head all night! You've been holding out on us." "He's the best," Stephanie said. "Let's get in line, girls." "In line?" Ron said. "Fuck that. Gather round, bitches!" Moments later there were four absolutely stunning women lined up cheek-to-cheek in front of him, eagerly grasping at his cock. He had three different hands on his shaft, and one on his balls, and suddenly there were mouths everywhere. His head fell back in triumph and he raised two Vs above his head with his fingers, as giddy as a teenaged boy. "Lucky bastard," one of the guys said. Suddenly the doorbell rang. Mrs. Lawsen popped her mouth off of her husband's cock and called out, "That's Montague's. Clarissa, you wanna pay the man?" "Will do, honey," she said. She was the only one not involved in the felatio gangbang. There was a delivery guy in front of the door and Clarissa, a half naked sexpot with a rack that of nicely jiggling double Ds strolled up to greet him. His eyes widened and a big grin spread across his face. "Um, hey there, ma'am!" he said with a nervous little squeak to his voice. "Hey, cutie," Clarissa said. "You've got something I want in my mouth." He handed her the food, but she shook her head no. Then he grinned. "This is the part in the porno movies where you deliver the food and get a nice blowjob as a tip," she said. "I worked six extra shifts for the regular delivery boy for this," the kid said. "You shan't be disappointed." She pulled him in, still grinning, and floated down to her knees to face his crotch. His cock came out and slapped her in the face. He was visibly shaking, but seemed in no discomfort about the situation. She went down on him and I watched him turn to mush under her efforts. She was a professional after all. She licked and lapped at him a bit first, teasing him, driving him mad with anticipation, and then finally dove onto him. In one quick downward stroke her lips kissed around the base of him. He cried out and bumped his head backward against the wall he was leaning on. Then she began bobbing away at him. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a disposable camera and held it above his head. She gave him the okay sign with two fingers and flashed her eyes for the camera. Her mouth was full of his cock and the flash lit the hall, capturing the moment forever. Then he put the camera away again. Clarissa turned her attention back to his throbbing erection, bobbing and slurping with slow purposeful motions of her head than had his knees shaking beneath him. Her tongue was everywhere and I saw a strange curiosity light Charlotte's face as she watched. "I'll have to steal that move," she said. "Please do," I answered... "Oh my god! Oh my god!" the young man said. "What are you doing to me? It's so nice!" Whatever she was doing must have been absolutely fantastic. The poor guy came embarrassingly quickly, spraying his load onto her blushing cheeks and chin. The rest she caught in her mouth. The kid yanked out his camera again to snap another pic. Clarissa wagged her pearl-laden tongue back and forth before his lens as she waited for the flash. Poof! The moment was captured forever. Clarissa swallowed his load down with a happy, and somewhat amused smirk. Then she rose to her feet again and kissed him on his cheek. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to her. "You'd think I got paid by the minute or something," she said. "What was that, 90, maybe 100 seconds?" "Sorry," he said. "Don't worry," she replied. "I get that a lot." Then she pinched his butt playfully. "I'm sure you do, miss. You're really, uh, talented." "How much?" she said. "Three-hundred and fifty-seven dollars." "Here's four," she said. "Keep the change." "Thought you already gave me the tip," he said with a wink. "It doesn't count unless you last more than two minutes," she said, returning his wink. Then she picked up the bags of food and wandered away. The delivery guy watched her ass waddle as she went and then he turned and left still grinning, perhaps about the story he would tell his buddies. "Some party, huh?" Charlotte said. "I've only been to a few parties in my life and they were nothing like this." "You wanna go upstairs and snuggle? All this stimulation can't be good for you." "I think that would be even worse stimulation up there." "I'll be gentle with you." "Sure," I said. I followed her upstairs and we got in her bed. We snuggled up completely clothed and just held each other listening to the distant music and laughter. We just lay like that for a long time, kissing tenderly from time to time, but otherwise we were completely innocent. Finally Daphne wandered past Charlotte's bedroom door and poked her head in when she saw us laying there in the dim light on Charlotte's bed. "I can't believe you guys aren't fucking!" she bellowed. "Shit, if I was in bed with him I'd be on him like it was my last day alive or something." "We fucked several times already today," Charlotte lied. "He was incredible. He wore me out." "I wanna see," she said. "Do it again!" "Honestly, he's really worn out," Charlotte said. "Bullshit! A hot young stud like that? I'm sure he can go all night with a hot little minx like you." She was right. Charlotte couldn't deny it. "If he puts it in me will you leave us in peace? We're trying to snuggle here." "Put it in her hot little ass, baby. That'll be sweet!" Charlotte and I looked at each other, a little uncomfortable. That was dangerous territory. The woman swayed on her feet, in the doorway, squinting at us expectantly. "Well?" she said, grinning. "Go on." "Okay. I'll take him in my ass, but you gotta promise you'll leave us in peace after." "Hey, you guys!" she called down the stairs. "Charlotte's gonna take stud-boy in the ass. Get up here quick!" "Oh shit!" Charlotte said. Suddenly there were five people in the doorway, waiting for a show. Some of them were even eating as they waited, making us feel even more on the spot than we already were. "Come on, baby! Give us a show!" the nymph said. She still had come on her face too, but somehow she was chewing on a chicken leg without reservation. Nasty! "Shit," Charlotte whispered. "I guess we have to do it now." "Be gentle with me," I whispered back, whimpering a little. ------- Chapter 48: Performance Charlotte bounced off the bed and gave them a little strip tease. I lay there watching her, and was actually distracted by how sexy she was being. Her arms slid out of her sleeves, her ass came out of her jeans, and slowly, piece by piece the rest of her clothes fell to the floor. She was naked again, and as beautiful as the first time I'd seen her. Doug Devone was there too, staring at her from the doorway. My heart flip-flopped in my chest all of the sudden. He was ogling my now naked girlfriend as she swayed back and forth, wiggling her ass with two hands holding onto her bed post. I had a sudden twinge of jealousy again, and I couldn't for the life of me figure out why. It wasn't like she was about to fuck him or anything. She was about to fuck me in front of him, and jealousy should have been the furthest thing from my mind. It was there though. Dammit! Charlotte then proceeded to strip me down, making a show of that as well. My cock sprang out and there was a round of gasps and comments on its size. "Hey Ron, I think you've got a new recruit up here," one woman called down the stairs. "That thing'll hurt going in, but it'll hurt even more pulling out," another woman said. "I change my bid to a thousand," a third woman said. Charlotte giggled. My cock throbbed. Charlotte reached into her night stand and pulled out a tube of sex lube. She smeared it ever-so-carefully up and down the entire length of my cock and then dipped her fingers into her tight little bottom hole. "Ouch," she said. "This is gonna fucking kill me." "Just go slow," a woman said. "Relax and let it in, your body will want to squeeze once he's in there, but don't, whatever you do." "Don't stress about it, it makes it harder." They seemed to know somehow that it was her first time. The tip of my cock touched her puckering little hole and I felt the heat of it immediately. She pressed downward. Then I felt her stretching open to swallow me, all wet and slippery and tight as a vice and I struggled to relax. The last thing I wanted was to get all excited and blow my wad right then after such a torturous week of abstinence. What a waste that would be. My cock head popped inside her, slipping into the grip of her fiery little rectum and she continued downward. She was going as slowly as she possibly could, watching me closely for any loss of control on my part. My head slipped in and then my shaft began stretching its way inside as well. I was soon in a good three inches. Then I saw her eyes watering a little. "Are you okay," I said, panting from the strain of self-control. "Yes. It just really hurts." "Just relax, honey. Breathe deep," someone said. Charlotte did. "Don't squeeze. Don't resist. It just hurts more." Charlotte gathered me into her, slow and hot. Then she began bobbing up and down on it, gently and carefully gathering more and more of me inside her with each downward stroke. It was absolute heaven. Strangely, I was able to simply enjoy it for its own sake, without desperately trying not to come. The peaceful pleasure moment wouldn't last long, but it was a nice couple of minutes in the mean time. "It's like getting your cherry popped all over again, huh babe?" "Uh-huh," Char replied. "It hurts. Fuck!" Tears were flowing freely now, and she was shaking badly. Her breath was shaking too, in carefully controlled sighs and whimpers. "Damn that's hot," someone else said. "Anyone mind if I masturbate here?" "Not before I do." It was then that the total irony of the situation dawned on me. A group of porn stars were watching me fuck, instead of the other way around. I almost laughed at that, but I was too busy trying to remember to breathe. Charlotte continued bouncing downward until she was near the bottom of me. Finally her ass cheeks touched down on my pelvis and we held still for a while, breathing, holding hands, with our eyes locked in a non-verbal communication of love and reassurance. "I love you," I said, without voice. She read my lips and leaned down to kiss me. They all got a better view from that angle and we heard them sighing and moaning as well. "That's it. Take it all in," someone coached her. "It takes some getting used to, but you'll learn to love it." Charlotte sat up carefully and began gyrating in slow circles, not really fucking me, just giving me a hot, wet massage with from deep inside her. We were still holding hands. "It does feel kinda nice, in a weird way," Charlotte said. "That's it, right there. Concentrate on that feeling. Make it grow." She tried, slowly bobbing up and down once again, but she stopped immediately. In spite of myself, I almost didn't want her to. "I can't," Char said. "It really hurts." Her breathing was short and sharp and her face was flushed red from strain. "Did you use enough lube?" "Tons! Owie, owie, owie." "You should stop if it hurts," someone said. "No," she replied. "I need to do this. I want him to be able to enjoy every inch of me, inside and out. I just gotta get used to it." "I love you, Char," I said. "Kiss me, okay?" Charlotte leaned carefully down again and kissed me on the lips, gently and quickly and then quickly got back up again. That angle made it even tighter some how and she could only stand it for a moment. "Fuck him, now. Fuck him good. Make him come in your ass, baby!" "No! Go easy. Don't injure yourself. He's got a monster there." "Do it! Give it to him. Take the pain!" "She'll hurt herself, and him maybe!" They seemed to be arguing amongst themselves while we sat frozen, locked onto each other's sex in a seemingly iron grip. We were both shaking. Charlotte's tears were dripping down onto my stomach. I dipped my fingertips in the wetness, brought it to my lips and kissed them. "Look at that! You can see the stretch! Damn, that's making me hot!" "Fuck her, man! Fuck her! Pump her ass good!" (And this was from a woman!) "Why don't you fuck me instead? I can take it!" Suddenly Charlotte's dad was at the door. "Okay, come on, you hounds. Let's leave these kids in peace," he said. "There's plenty of sex going on downstairs that's way more exciting than this." Somehow I don't think they agreed. They groaned and murmured, but honored his wish. Ron shut the door and we were alone at last. "Very slowly pull off me," I said. "Oh god, I think I'm gonna come." "Think about baseball scores or something," she said, and began the sweet sensuous tug of withdrawal. I was out of her ass in a matter of 30 seconds or so and she collapsed on top of me, panting and shaking like a leaf in the October wind. She kissed me about 20 or 30 times over the course of the next five minutes and finally I rolled her off me. Her pussy was sweetly kissing the head of my cock as she moved on top of me, and I was dying to fuck her. "Damn, that was intense!" I said. "It's just one adventure after another with us, isn't it?" "Not that I'm complaining." "Me, neither, but damn, my ass is sore now. That really is gonna take some practice." "I felt like I was going insane there for a moment." "But did you like it, honey?" "I liked it as much as I possibly could without flipping out and ploughing you like a lifeless fuck doll. You were awesome. I love your ass to pieces, you know." "You almost did I think," she said, and then giggled again. Her hands were on my chest, stroking me, feeling my muscles and she whimpered pitifully. "You okay?" I asked. "No," she said. "I want to fuck you for real. My heart is breaking." I knew exactly how she felt. My insides were all tangled up with the frustrated desire to simply surrender and connect myself to her flesh in a sweet sexy fuck — a fuck to end all fucks — but it would have to wait. Charlotte climbed on top of me and kissed me again, a long, slow, sensuous kiss that told me she loved me and would do anything for me, no matter what it cost her. She straddled me as we kissed and the next thing we knew my cock had "accidentally" slipped inside her half its length. It was oozing slick with lubricant and was conveniently aimed at the exact right spot when she just happened to push downward to kiss my chest. It went it so quick and so snug that we both gasped. Her mouth dropped open and her eyes shut. I moved to pull it out but she stopped me. "Don't. Not yet. Oh god, Anthony, I miss fucking you. Just hold still for a moment." She lay there squeezing me over and over without moving. It was as though her pussy was kissing me. Her cheek was on my shoulder and I could hear her breathing, shaky and almost frightened-sounding. Finally she pulled off again. "As much as I loved that, I have to go and wash myself. That's not exactly hygienic." I followed her. Squeezing her ass with my hand as we went and we both washed our privates in the bathroom. One of the women from downstairs popped in and stumbled against the door. She had come all over her tits and stomach, and neck, and apparently some in her hair too, and she snatched a towel from the rack by the door to wipe herself down. "You kids finish up?" "Yeah," Charlotte said. "It was awesome. I'm just here to wash the come out of my ass." She was such a good liar it was scary. "You still look like you need a little more, hot stuff," she said to me. My fiery red erection was still standing full staff, twitching in the wind with every beat of my heart. "Nah," I said. "I'm good. I'm just here to wash up too." "If you guys ever make a porno together, let me know. I'd pay good money to see it." This coming from a porn star! Charlotte and I glanced at each other, and then back at her. She was already turning to leave though. "If only she knew," Charlotte said. We got dressed and headed downstairs again. It was an all-out orgy down there now. Everyone was naked and cocks and cunts and tits and ass and mouths were bouncing in every direction. The whole room was filled with moans and giggles and sighs. The whole place smelled like sex — sweaty flesh, dripping wet pussies, and come. It was intoxicating. "Well y'all," Charlotte called out. "Anthony's going now." "Bye Anthony. Nice meeting you," one woman said, and then her mouth was stuffed with cock again. "Wow," was all I could say. Out on the porch Charlotte hugged me again. "Tomorrow's the big day, huh?" she said. "Yup." "I can't wait. I don't think I'll sleep a wink tonight." "So what are you gonna do?" I asked. "I'll probably go over your script in my head and work out some of the production details. Sheila's doing a storyboard for the camera shots. I called her earlier and talked to her about it. She's just as excited as we are." "So what should I do?" "You go home and get some sleep, you big stud. You're gonna need it. You're gonna get more sex in the next few days than any teenaged boy in the history of fucking." "Will do," I said. "I love you," Charlotte said. "I love you, I love you, I love you. Have I said it enough?" "I love hearing you say it. Every single time, it makes my guts go gooey all over again. "I love you, Anthony James Mitchell, and tomorrow I will take every last drop of come out of you and leave you as flaccid as a noodle by the end of the night." I had so much to say to her, but only one main thought stuck in my mind. She looked at me expectantly, but I paused, thinking. "Listen, Charlotte," I said. "If you get a chance tonight, I don't know how, but if it comes up, I want you to fuck Doug Devone, okay?" "What? Why?" "I just want you to be happy. That's all. I'm still a little jealous of him I think, somewhere deep down inside, but I know you've got the hots for him, and I'm pretty sure he wants to do you like there's no tomorrow. So if you get a chance, go for it. Let him fuck your sweet little ass off. Enjoy yourself." "I couldn't do that, baby," Charlotte said. "I don't want to fuck Doug Devone." "Why not?" Charlotte didn't hesitate. "Because he's not you." I smiled. I grinned. I kissed her. She kissed me. Then I left, feeling like I was floating all the way home. I fell asleep feeling like I was two feet off my bed. Tomorrow I would be fucking again. ------- Chapter 49: Confession "Anthony, we may have a problem," Charlotte said. I adjusted the phone on my ear a bit better, sitting up in bed and rubbing sleep from my eyes. It was just after 7 a.m. "What's wrong?" I said. "Well, it's kind of a long story, but I did something really stupid last night." My thoughts went immediately to her sleeping with someone else. What else could it be? "Like what?" I asked, trying to remain calm. "Well after you left, I went straight to bed. I went upstairs, shut the door, got into bed, turned on my sleeping music, and went straight to sleep. I swear." "And?" "Well I woke up somewhere in the night and there was a cock in my hand, but you see, I didn't really wake up. I was half asleep, half awake, you know? But anyways there's a big fucking cock in my hand and I was stroking it. I swear to god, in my half-asleep state I honestly thought it was you for some reason. You're the first person I thought of. Who else could it be, I thought to myself. I just started tugging on it, stroking it, and tickling the balls, soaking my panties right through within minutes. The next thing you know I'm up on one elbow sucking you off, only it wasn't you. It was someone else." "Obviously," I said, but she ignored it. "So I'm lying there sucking this guy off, thinking it's you, giving the best head I possibly could, desperately, passionately, thinking I must be dreaming or something, and he was gasping and moaning like I was killing him. I mean, my tongue was all over him, all wet and slippery, bobbing, and sucking, and slurping him all up and down, you know? And shit, he almost came right there. He had to push me away with all his might, because I wanted him to come in my mouth, and I wouldn't let go. I wanted you to come in my mouth is what I mean. I thought it was you." "Yeah," I said. My hands were shaking a little. "The next thing I know the guy's climbing in bed with me. He's getting between my legs, and all I could think about was how happy I was that you were finally gonna fuck me again. I mean, I was so out of it, but I was so fucking horny at the same time — sopping wet horny! You could have wrung out my panties like a sponge. I swear! He went down on me first though, and oh my god! I just turned to jelly. It was maddeningly good. I'm so sorry, Anthony. I shouldn't be telling you all these details, I know, but I have to. I have to get it out." "It's okay," I said, but that was only partly true. My guts were burning with hot fire. I felt like I was floating above the bed, I was pumped so full of teenaged hormones. "His tongue — he was an expert with it, and his fingers inside me, hitting me in this maddening little spot. I can't even explain it! I came all over the place like a loaded cannon. It was incredible! One, maybe two minutes, and I was fucking done! I popped right off and wet his face, and he fucking laughed down there. At least I think so anyway. It might have been a cough. He sure was surprised anyway. I must have fucking squirted I came so hard. I felt it gush out of me." She never did that with me. I was shaking with wild emotion. "Suddenly he's getting up on his knees and guiding his big fucking dick into my little pussy. I just spread wide and helped him get it in. I was so wet, and shaky, and hot, and ready, it could have fucking been anybody and I wouldn't have stopped them." "Who was it?" I asked. "Doug. It was Doug, Anthony. I'm sorry." My mouth went dead dry. I swallowed what felt like a mouthful of cotton. Somehow I'd already known it though. "Why are you sorry? I told you to go ahead and do him." "You said that, but I didn't believe you really meant it. I don't believe it now either. I can hear it in your voice — you're upset." She was right, I had to admit. I had a hard on though, just listening to her story. "So anyways," she went on, "he gets his cock inside me, breaking me open down there to stretch over his thickness and I moaned so loud I think my parents might have heard me. I was tight around him, his size, you know, but I was so wet he stroked it all in in one thrust. Then he kissed me. I kissed him back and wrapped my legs around him, and he started fucking me. It felt so good. I'm sorry, but it did. I have to be honest. I actually came again in like, less than a minute. He was diddling my clit and dicking me deep and slow with that big beautiful cock of his; he was hitting my G-spot again. I came again almost immediately." Her voice sounded panicked, and I began to worry. Could the story get any worse? "At least I thought it was immediately, it might have been a couple of minutes. I don't know. I can't really tell, I was still sort of half asleep. I was just laying there getting fucked, and I kept thinking about you, Anthony. I swear! I even called him your name a few times, 'Oh, Anthony. Fuck me, baby. I love you so much, ' and stuff like that. I came, and then I came again, a few minutes later — three times I think, maybe four. I don't know. I mean, my legs were all wrapped around him, and he was kissing me, and fucking me sweetly, slowly, and I slowly began to wake up, and snap out of it, but it was too late." "What was too late? What do you mean?" "He pulled out and started coming across my stomach, up to my tits, and I fucked up really bad, Anthony. I said to him, 'Anthony! What are you doing? You were supposed to save it for the movie!' Oh my god, I think he knows, Anthony. I think he knows." Oh Shit! "Did he say anything?" I asked. "He didn't say anything. I'm not even sure if he heard me, or if he even knew what I was talking about; I'm hoping he thought I was just dreaming or something, but I don't know, the way I was fucking him back, I don't know. He might put two and two together, and rat us out. I don't know, Anthony. What do you think?" "What happened after that?" "He started just stroking me with his cock and his fingers, nice and slow, across my clit, and I just laid there, trying to pretend I was asleep, but I was shaking all over from coming, and from fear, and from feeling his cock all over me like that. Then he put it in me again, all the way up inside me, until I felt like I couldn't even breathe. I kept on gasping, because it was so big, so I don't know if he really believed I was asleep. He started fucking me again, and I tried my best to just lie there, but he lifted my thighs to his chest and just started really giving it to me. There's no way he could have believed I was asleep. I — oh, I'm sorry, Anthony — I came again, a couple more times. I couldn't help it. He was just so fucking good!" Charlotte was crying now, torn between the physical ecstasy she'd felt, and the guilt that was torturing her after the fact. My heart tumbled with a chaotic mess of emotions — lust, jealousy, self-pity, doubt, fear, love, anger. Was she crying because she felt bad about what had happened, or was she crying because she was having second thoughts about being with me, when a guy as good as him was available? "Anthony, are you there? Please say something!" "I don't know what to say." "You're mad, aren't you? Please don't be mad at me. I'm sorry." "I love you Charlotte," I said. "I love you too, baby. I'm sorry for telling you all this, but I just have to get it out. I feel so terrible, and I'm so worried." "So what happened next?" "He fucked me for like ten minutes there, and then he came again, but like," she paused a moment, "in my mouth this time. He just grabbed me by the hair, all rough and sexy, and pressed his cock into my mouth, and I took it, licking and sucking and pumping it with my hand. He finished in my mouth and I swallowed it. I didn't know what else to do; I was still trying to pretend I thought it was you." "But by that time you knew it wasn't." "Yeah. I knew it, but I was so scared for what I said. He came in my mouth and I swallowed it, and then he kissed me on the head, and he said, 'Damn, girl. You're as good as your momma.'" "Did you say anything to him?" "No. I just kept kissing and licking his cock, cleaning it, you know? I don't know if he knew I knew it wasn't you by that time. I think he must have known though." "Why didn't you just tell him you knew?" "I didn't want him to get the impression that I was open for that now, you know, any time he wanted it? So I just kept pretending I thought he was you. 'Oh, Anthony! That was incredible!'" I paused for a moment, digesting everything she told me. "So then what?" Charlotte gulped, strangled with guilt. "He flipped me over and fucked me again, from behind. That's like my favorite position, you know, and I was going mad by then. It was so deep, and the feeling of his body slapping my ass. I moaned like a whore and just let him take me. Shit, Anthony." She didn't finish the story. She just trailed off, into pained thoughts. "Did you say anything else?" "No, I just told him to keep on fucking me, not to stop. I told him I loved it. I'm sorry." "So that was it, after that one?" "Yeah, he came on my ass, and just sort of laid me down and snuck away. I was just laying there shaking and wishing it really had been you. I feel so awful! I mean, you must totally hate me now, for one thing, and then I went and spilled our secret to top it off. If he tells my parents what we're planning, if he figures it out, I'm so dead." "I don't think he'll tell," I said. "Why not?" "Because he raped you." "He what? No! It wasn't rape. I-" she swallowed hard and then spoke in a whisper. "I loved it." "It was rape, Charlotte. Technically he has to get your permission before he starts anything. You can't just fuck a sleeping girl. You have to make sure she's okay with it first. That's the law. Even I know that. And beside, you're not 18 anyway, so it's rape either way. I don't think he'll say anything. He knows your dad would kill him for fucking you." "I guess so," Charlotte said. "So do you hate me?" "That's a dumb question, Char. Come on." "I don't know. I'm telling you all these graphic details. It must be driving you nuts." I didn't answer. We exchanged a mutual sigh. A moment passed. "So, you loved it, huh?" I said. "Anthony, you know I did. I already told you that. Why are you even asking? You know I love getting fucked. I couldn't help enjoying it anymore than you could if it had happened to you." It had happened to me, with Sheila's mom. Charlotte hadn't held that against me, but I was upset about this. I felt like a heel. "I'm not mad at you, Char. I'm just trying to get my head around this, you know?" "Yeah. I'm sorry." Then she said something that really bothered me. "I'm such a fucking slut!" "What!?" I said. "I am! I'm a fucking whore! I don't deserve you!" It wasn't so much what she said — she'd said those things plenty of times before — it was how she said it that bugged me. She said it in an angry, accusatory way, like she really meant it, and that was a bad thing. I'd never heard her talk that way about herself before. All of the sudden being a slut was a terrible thing. Why? Was I destroying her self-esteem with my jealousy? Fuck that! No way! I'd die first. "Charlotte, don't say that," I told her. "It's true, Anthony. I'm a stupid fucking slut! Any other girl would have kicked him in the nuts and sent him tumbling out the door, but I just went for it. What the hell is wrong with me?" "I told you too do it!" "No you didn't, Anthony! Be honest! You never meant it! You just wanted to hear me say I wouldn't do it, even if I got the chance. You're still jealous deep down inside. I know you are, and I don't blame you at all either. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! This is all my fault." "Charlotte, stop it!" I said. She shut up with a surprised squeak. I'd never used such a harsh tone with her before. "Whether I meant it or not is irrelevant. I said it, and that's that. It's my fault if I'm insecure, not yours. I don't ever want to hear you talking like that about yourself again. You're not a slut. You enjoyed something I told you to enjoy, and there's nothing wrong with that. I still love you, and I still respect you. I adore you. You're my princess, my prize, my greatest treasure and nothing's gonna change that." My voice quivered with emotion — anger and passion. She was dead silent; I didn't hear so much as a sniffle from her. "I knew you loved fucking when I asked you to be my girlfriend. You even warned me about it, remember? It's me that's gotta change, not you. I'm determined to get over this insecurity of mine. I don't care what it takes. I'm gonna be as strong and secure as I need to be for you, or I honestly don't believe I deserve you. Please believe me; I don't hold this against you at all. It shocked me at first, but I'm over it now." "I believe you," she whispered. "You're so amazing, Anthony." "I love you, girl. I do. I do." I pressed the phone against my forehead and kissed the receiver, feeling overwhelmed and incompetent to show her the full extent of my feelings in that moment. She sighed like a confused little girl. Another moment passed. "You don't think he'll tell?" she asked again, trying to relieve the last of her anxieties. "I'd bet money on it. He's not stupid. He's probably feeling like it was all a big mistake. He's probably scared shitless you'll tell your dad. He stands to lose a lot more than we do, if he pisses the boss off." "You're right." She sighed again, even more relieved. "Now, please tell me you don't feel bad about this anymore. I want to hear you say you loved fucking Doug Devone, your long-time crush." "I loved it. It was incredible." Her voice was barely above a whisper, and it made my cock throb. "I know I don't compare with him; he's fucked more women than I've even met, so I'm not even gonna worry about that. I'll just do my best when I do fuck you and I'll try to keep learning how to please you the way he can. I know this is not over. I know this will be bothering me in the back of my mind for a while, but I've gotta deal with it." "Oh, Anthony," Charlotte said. "I can't compare you to him! It's totally different!" "What do you mean?" "I mean, it's like, sure he knows how to please a pussy, but I know damn well it's all mechanics and technique with him. I was just another fuck to him, just another notch on his belt, just another stroke to his ego. But with you it's all emotion, and passion, and heart. It's real because I know you love me, and I know I love you and want to be with you forever, and one second of that kind of fucking is ten million times more satisfying for me than a lifetime with Doug Devone. Don't you ever think for a moment that I'd prefer fucking him! He could fuck me all night and it would never be more to me than a very vivid masturbation fantasy. But just thinking about holding your hand rocks my world, Anthony. I hope you understand because that's the best I can explain it." She made an excellent case, I had to admit. I felt much better. The little hole in my soul that had opened up like a wound filled in again. "So is everything ready to go for tonight?" I asked with a grin she could probably see right through the phone. She sighed excitedly. "My parents' flight leaves at 2:15. I want you to take the afternoon off with me so we can drive them to the airport. I don't drive so well downtown, but I wanted to see them off. Can you do that?" "Of course." "Then we should be home by the time school's done and we can get Steve and Sheila to meet us at my place." "Then we'll be fucking," I said. "Oh my god, yeah!" "I can't wait!" Charlotte just groaned in response, a long, slow, frustrated groan, like a starving woman with a steak dangling before her nose. "I gotta go take a bath," she said. "I still have dried come on me." She giggled, and my cock throbbed again. "How do you feel?" she asked me. "Are you ready to hose me down with the greatest male orgasm ever captured on film?" "Every minute is torture until then, my dear. I swear." "Once this is done, I'm not gonna stop fucking you," she said. "I'll be a slave to your cock's every pleasure for the rest of my days, and I'll just fucking love it. You deserve nothing less, my master." "I fucking love you, Char. Dammit!" I almost felt like crying, she dazzled me so much. I closed my eyes and saw her tits in front of me, bouncing as I fucked her, and the look in her eyes, and the smell of her skin, her gorgeous long hair sprayed out like golden angel wings beneath her, her wet sexy thighs spread in a welcoming display of sexual submission, her tongue sparkling between her lips like a sweet wet peach, calling me forward into a kiss... "I gotta go," she said. "I'm going nuts over here, just thinking about it." She was apparently thinking the same thing I was, and that made it even sexier. I shuddered, snapping myself out of the lustful stupor. "Me too," I replied. "Soon, my love. Okay?" "Yeah. Soon." ------- Chapter 50: Best Solution School was hell. I sat through my three morning classes like a total zombie. I had a hard on through the whole thing too, and that made it even worse. Girls were poking each other and pointing at me, whispering and giggling. I didn't care much about that though. The thing that pissed me off was how slow the clock was going. Every time I glanced up at the clock expecting ten minutes to have gone by, I was dismayed to see that it was only a minute or so later. This went on for three hours and it was torture. Suddenly someone slipped a note into my hand: Can I get a piece of that? I glanced up and saw about four different girls staring at me. Which one had written it? I gave them a lazy smile and went back to pretending to stare at my text book. A second note found its way into my hand: I'm serious. I really want to fuck you! I glanced up at the four girls and raised an eyebrow this time. I looked from one girl to another to another, scanning for clues as to who wrote it. Nobody 'fessed up though. Finally I pointed at the note and looked puzzled at them. They all looked over at Janine Best who, when she saw me glance over at her, gave me a killer sexy smile and a wink. She was pumping a lolly-pop slowly in and out of her mouth. I shuddered. Ah Janine Best, the gothy-looking little sex pot who'd been mildly flirting with me a few days before. Apparently she had stepped up her campaign to seduce me. I returned her smile and turned back to my book. Moments later, another note slid into my hand: Charlotte said she's fine with it, if you're game. Are you? I wrote back: When did she say this? She replied: On the phone last night. I concluded the correspondence with this: We'll talk. I waited for everyone to leave the room so they wouldn't see me walk out with an erection thrusting out of my pants. I just sat there watching everyone leave, still pretending to be engrossed in my text book. When the teacher followed the last student out, I began throwing my books into my bag. Suddenly there was a pair of hands on my shoulders. They slid down across my chest. "We're all alone now, sexy. So talk," Janine said. "What's there to say?" I asked. "Are you gonna fuck me or aren't you?" As if to emphasize the question she took my ear lobe in her mouth and gave it a gentle nibbling suck, breathing hotly into my ear as she did. "I guess I could do that. How's this weekend for you?" "How's right fucking now?" she said, sliding her hands down to massage my erection through my pants. "Not good. I have to meet Steve about something at noon, in 85 seconds." "I think you're gonna be late for it," she said, unzipping my fly, popping my button open, and sliding her hand into my pants. She found her way into my underwear, still kissing and licking my ear with her dexterous little tongue. Suddenly my cock was cooled by the soft, sliding grip of her hand. "You're gonna have to stop that," I said. "I can't do this right now." "Feels to me like it's perfectly capable of doing anything I want with it." "Yeah, but I've got a date with Charlotte tonight, and I want to save myself for it — keep myself fresh, know what I mean?" "Charlotte told me I could fuck you if I wanted. I believe her exact words were, 'If you can handle it, he's all yours. Just try not to fall in love with him. He has that effect on us girls.'" I could see Charlotte saying that. "So what are you planning to do, straddle me right here and get your rocks off with another class coming in this room any minute?" "There's no class coming in here. It's lunch time. The room is free until one, and I'm pretty sure Mr. Kent locked the door behind him." Her hand was stroking more purposefully now, and it felt damn good. I reached down and pulled it away though. Then I turned to face her. "Look Janine, I know this is gonna sound like a brush off, but it's not. I honestly do want to fuck you, and as soon as I get a chance I will. It's just a crazy week for me this week, and I just can't do this with you right now, no matter how much I want to. I swear it's not a brush off. I've been wanting to hook up with you for almost a year now. I promise." I wanted to sound firm and resolved about it, but the hungry lustful look in her eyes was weakening me. She really, really did want to fuck me right there, and it was written all over her face. Uhg! What a challenge! "Kiss me," she said. "Why?" "I just want to see if you're telling me the truth. Kiss me like you really want to fuck me, as much as you say you do. Prove it." I kissed her. I kissed her like I really wanted to slide my cock inside her snug little pussy and give it to her until she literally screamed for me to stop. I even massaged her tits and kneaded her ass a bit as I did, pawing at her with desperate lust. Normally this type of blatant groping would have turned a chick off, but Janine wanted me, probably more than I wanted her. She was all flustered and giddy when it was done. "How's that?" I asked. "I'll take your word for it," she replied. She fanned herself with her hand and blew out a sigh at me. "I'm all fucking wet now. Thanks a lot!" I was already worked up to a boiling point before this, from the cock massage, the kiss, the groping of her fine physique, but when she said that it made me picture her sopping wet little pussy soaking right through her panties. I shuddered with lust and something snapped inside me. Like I said, it was a crazy week. I stood up, spun her around on the desktop until she was facing me, and dropped my face into her lap, up under her skirt. I tugged her panty crotch aside and pressed my mouth to her vulva. I did all this in one fluid motion that seemed to shock her with its dexterity and speed. One minute she was just sitting there on the desk behind me, and seconds later she had my mouth on her hot, wet little pussy. She shuddered all through her body and grabbed at my head. "Oh fuck!" she said. "Yes!" I gave her clit a good lashing for a couple of minutes and thrust a couple of fingers inside her for good measure, stirring and stretching her, exploring the sheath I would soon be fucking. She had a gorgeous little pussy, pouting and puffy, like an overripe peach. She was completely shaved too, and that made it even hotter. She was indeed snug down there but she was also dripping wet, as she'd said, and it got me even more excited. I'm not sure why I did it, but I stood up, spread her legs open and pressed my cock into her right then and there, on the spur of the moment. It was still hanging out of my zipper and I managed to get it in a good six inches before I hit the bottom of her. It popped inside her, lubricated by her flowing wetness, and all that was required was a steady push to get it down to the very bottom of her slick little pussy in one slow wet stroke. She groaned heavily, and turned instantly from the confident, self-assured young woman I was used to, into a shaken little girl whose mouth was stretched open wider than her vagina. "How's that?" I said. "You like that?" I thrust it hard and deep into her, and she moaned again. "Uh! Oh, god!" Her eyes glazed over, and looked a little watery, like she was about to break down crying. It was a weird contrast from the super-confident vixen she was only moments ago. Now she felt me inside her, stretching her, thrusting at her, fucking her more deeply than possibly anyone had before. The pain she was feeling was written on her face. My cock was uncomfortably large. She took it like a trooper though, not murmuring a word of complaint. Overall, she just looked incredibly sexy, struggling in vain to recapture the sexy little vixen façade she had put up. Mostly though, she just looked like a young girl who had bitten off more than she could chew. I thrust again, feeling an orgasm building already from the tight wet squeeze of her struggling teenaged pussy. My cock was bigger than she could handle, without some nice hot stretching, and I had to freeze inside her, fighting off a premature orgasm that struggled to release itself deep inside her. "Oh god, Anthony!" Janine said. "So fucking big..." She was panting and shaking breathlessly, apparently stunned with lust at being simply taken and fucked by me on the spur of the moment. She began struggling beneath me, trying to be sexy in spite of the pain, working my cock in and out of her with grinding pelvic gyrations. I had to grab her waist to still her again. It was too fucking sweet. "Bigger than you thought, isn't it?" I said with stammering breath. "You're not so aggressive now, are you?" "Fuck me, baby," she said, shaking in my grip like a frightened animal. "Fuck my pussy. I'm all yours. Give it to me." She thrust herself on and off me again, with force that I couldn't restrain, and that was about all I could stand. She was too damn sexy. I pulled myself slowly out of her and stoof in front of her, tensed in all my being, trying to restrain my ejaculation. She stared at me in awe, panting and gyrating her now empty vulva in front of me, as though she wanted more. I put my cock away in my underwear, shaking quite a bit myself. "What?" she said. "What are you doing?" "When I fuck you," I said. "It's going to matter. It's going to blow your fucking mind. I'm not going to waste our first moment together in a musty old classroom." "Go Ahead! Waste it! Waste it! Please!" she said. "I don't care!" "I do." "Oh please, Anthony. I'll do anything. I swear. Anything! Just fuck me, please. I'm begging you. It was so fucking nice. So fucking big!" "You were in pain though. I could see it." "Of course I was in pain! And I fucking loved it, you stupid moron! Don't you know anything about women at all? I want you to just fucking rip me up. Make me bleed like a virgin all over again. What are you stopping for?" "I told you. When I fuck you for real, it's gonna matter. This was just an appetizer." "Oh my fucking god!" she said, and I wasn't sure if it was annoyance or awe. Maybe both. She rolled her eyes at me, but let out this deep, yearning sigh at the same time. "Don't worry. You won't be disappointed." I kissed her dramatically adding to the bullshit I was piling onto the scene, trying to cover for having almost come in three strokes. "You have an extremely beautiful pussy," I said. "It was wonderful, and I will fuck it someday soon, all night long until you can't even walk, but for now we have to stop. Go to the washroom and make yourself cum all over your panties, and then bring them to me. I'll be out by the front doors. I'll keep them as an IOU." She looked very stunned, a look I'd never seen on her before, but she nodded slowly. Damn she was sexy, all flushed and flustered with rampaging sex hormones. I would have masturbated her myself, but I was worried the stimulation might make me come in my pants right there. She really did have a beautiful pussy. I patted her on the ass and she headed for the door. As soon as she was gone, I put my head down on the desk where her ass had been and released a long frustrated groan from the bottom of my being. How much longer could I stand this torture? I was going nuts, almost raping poor Janine right there on the desk — not that she would call it rape of course, but you know what I mean. I finished packing up my bag and headed for the office, telling them I would not be in classes this afternoon as I had errands to run — personal family business that they didn't ask about. I also told them I might not be in the next day either, depending on how I was feeling. Friday was a day off. The secretary nodded, scribbled down a note to herself about it and waved me away. Over by the front doors I chatted with Steve for a bit, reminding him to meet us at Charlotte's house at around four. "I can't believe how lucky you are!" he said. "I would kill to fuck Charlotte Lawsen, and here you are making a porn shot with her." "You wanna keep it down there, buddy?" "Oh, sorry," he said. "I'm just excited. That's all. You're the luckiest bastard on earth." As if to underscore that statement, Janine walked up right then, dangled her panties in front of me and dropped them into my palm, right in front of Steve and anyone else who might have been watching. The panties felt hot and damp in my hand, soaked right through with the come she'd poured out, coming her ass of to fantasies of fucking me. She leaned in and kissed me once again "You owe me." I nodded in agreement and she swaggered away, looking a little shaky on her feet. Steve stared at me completely stunned. I turned to him a grinned, shoving the panties into my pocket. "Holy fuckin' shit!" Steve said. "You're a god! I swear!" "Nah," I said. "She's just a friend of Charlotte's. She's just teasing me." "Didn't look like a tease to me! She looked like she would have dropped to her knees and sucked you off right here and now, if you would have told her to!" "Maybe," I said. "But Charlotte's much better at it." "I'll say!" That stung me. I suddenly remembered that Charlotte had gone down on him as well. I'd completely forgotten about it in all the excitement with Doug Devone and everything else. "So be at Charlotte's at four, then. And remember, we're there to work. No fucking around. Got it?" "I got it." "In fact, you might want to jerk off a couple of times before you get there, because it might be hard to deal with if you don't. You'll be coming in your pants." "Way ahead of you, man. I've been jerking off all day." "Okay, too much information, but yeah, go with that. Come prepared to work." Then I was in my truck driving over to Charlotte's house. They were eating lunch when I got there. It was quiet. I gathered they were feeling a bit hung over. There were still a couple of porn stars flopped about on couches and chairs, not passed out or anything, just sort of lazily relaxing, waiting to see the Lawsens off. Doug was there too. "How's it going, Anthony?" he said. "It's good," I replied, in my best clued-out schoolboy voice. "Looks like I get Charlotte all to myself for the weekend." "Looks like it," he said, with a very subtle grin and a far-away look in his eyes. "She's a good girl." "Yeah, I think so." Doug went back to the plate of food he was eating, leaned up against the counter and then hugged and kissed, Stephanie. He also hugged Charlotte — a completely innocent hug, as though he were an older brother or something. "Well, it looks like it's time to go," Ron said. "You all look after my little girl now. Pop in on her through the week. Make sure she's okay." "Dad!" she said. "I don't need anyone to check up on me? What am I? Nine years old?" "Come on, Ron," Stephanie said. "She's a big girl. She can take care of herself. Besides, she's got Anthony here with her. I'm sure he won't leave her side the entire week." "I'm not planning to," I said. "In any case, a pop-in won't do any harm, will it?" Ron said. Charlotte didn't reply. "Well all they're going to be doing is fucking the entire weekend. I don't think anybody wants to see that," Stephanie said. "After last night's display, I'd tend to disagree on that." "Dad," Charlotte said. "I need privacy. This is our first weekend alone together. I don't want babysitters popping in on me, even if they are seasoned porn stars. "I just want to make sure you're gonna be okay." "I'll be fine. Look at me. I'm sixteen! I'm not a little girl anymore." Ron kissed her on the forehead. "Pop in on her, guys. She needs supervision. Even if it's just a quick hello and goodbye, I'll want to know she's okay." His word seemed to be final, and Charlotte didn't argue with him anymore. The group helped them to the car with their suitcases and Charlotte and I got into the front. Ron and Stephanie got in the back. They waved us off and piled into their own cars one by one. There was little conversation on the way to the airport. I drove, nervously obeying every traffic law the entire way, and Ron and Stephanie kissed and cuddled in the back seat. I shot Charlotte a glance and she grimaced at me in panic. What were we going to do? How can we get into making a porn movie with her dad's friends popping in on us every few hours? We'll be caught for sure! We got them to the airport and waved them off as they boarded the flight. In spite of her exasperation, Charlotte did genuinely seem like she loved her dad, and would miss him dearly. She hugged him hard for a long time and kissed him on the cheek. Her mom gave her a hug as well, and told her to take good care of me. "Keep him warm for me," she said, and then winked at us. Then they were gone. "Oh god, Anthony! What the hell are we gonna do!?" "I have no idea! Do you think he knows what we're planning?" "I don't think so. He always gets people to check up on me like that." "We're gonna need a guard." "I think so. We need someone to stay upstairs the whole weekend and give us a shout if anyone stops in. We have to be ready at a moment's notice to stop everything and look like we're simply playing pool down there or something." "Who to get though?" "Who can we trust with our secret?" "I don't know." We thought about it as we walked to the car, and all of the sudden Charlotte noticed a bulge in my pants. "What's that?" she asked. "In your pocket?" "Oh!" I said, laughing light-heartedly, "That is a pair of come-soaked panties, courtesy of your good friend Janine Best, who you supposedly set upon me like a bitch in heat." Charlotte laughed loud at that. "She really came after you? I thought she was just kidding?" "Well nothing happened. She tried to fuck me in the classroom, and I poked it in her a couple times, right there on the desk, but that's all. She was all messed up about it though, so I sent her to go masturbate in the bathroom. She brought me her panties when she was done, as a souvenir." Charlotte laughed again, apparently unphased that I had stuck my cock in another girl. I might as well have told her I stuck a pencil in Janine's ear, for all the humour she was getting out of it. "You cruel bastard. How can you do that to a person? Shelia's mom too, dammit!" "Well if it wasn't for this movie I'd have done them both by now." "You better go do them when this is all over. I don't want people saying my boyfriend's a cunt tease." "How well do you know Janine?" I asked. "I've known her for years. We're not exactly best friends or anything, but she's always been cool to me." "Do you think she'd be cool to stand watch for us?" Charlotte's face lit up like I'd just turned on a light bulb in front of her. "She would actually. She owes me a favour." "What favour?" "I let her fuck my boyfriend, of course." I laughed. "So she'll do it?" I asked. "Not for the entire weekend. I think we'll have to get two people." "I could call Mick," I said. "He'd be cool for sure." "Yeah, he would. I think that will work. It's still pretty scary though. We're gonna have to get all the shooting done in the first two days. I'm too nervous to drag it out any longer than that, with daddy's babysitters popping in on me every few hours." "Janine and Mick will be there though." "Yes, but do you realize how dead I'd be if they fell asleep on watch of something and I got caught?" "Shit." "Yeah." "So we'll try and have everything done by Thursday night then. It's only a 20-minute movie, right?" "Yeah. We should be fine. I'm just nervous, that's all." I grabbed her hand as I drove. She was trembling a bit. "Think about the fucking," I said. She closed her eyes for the rest of the trip, leaning on me, releasing happy sighs every now and then. "I'm wet already," she said, and I believed her. When we got to her house, Steve and Sheila were sitting on her front stairs. "We've got a problem," we told them. "Uh oh," Sheila said. "What?" Charlotte explained everything to them as I called Mick and Janine. I told them to come over to Charlotte's as soon as they could; we had a proposition for them. Both of them agreed immediately, assuming it had something to do with sex. It did, but in a way they never would have imagined. ------- Chapter 51: Final Preparations "Steve's already been hitting on me," Sheila whispered to me in the kitchen. "We were only on the front steps for like ten minutes, and he was all, 'So, looks like you and me are gonna be hard up all week while we watch those two fucking. We're gonna have to satisfy each other maybe. Heh Heh Heh!'" Her impression of him was hilarious. She had his laugh down to a tee, all husky and slow, like someone who'd just climbed a mountain or something. "So what did you say to him?" "I said, 'Speak for yourself. Once they get the first few come shots out the way, I'm gonna be wrapped around Anthony like a condom. Never off.'" I laughed. It was probably true. I patted her on the ass, and gave her bum a little squeeze. "Promise?" I asked. "Try and stop me." I laughed again, and gave her a little kiss on the neck. She was making sandwiches for the group. Mick and Janine hadn't arrived yet. Charlotte and Steve were downstairs getting things ready. "I can hardly wait," I said. "I miss fucking you." "Yeah right! Like I can compare to Charlotte." "It's not about comparing to Charlotte. It's about you being a hot little fuck in your own way. We've got history, me and you. Charlotte can't compete with that." "Anyway," she continued, somewhat flustered, "I do feel kinda sorry for the guy. It'll be hell for him if he doesn't get any. Maybe we should hook him up with someone." "We can't. We've got a busy schedule that's gonna be pretty much steady for the next, oh, 30 hours or so. Maybe we'll get someone down here for him after it's all done. We'll have a wrap party, or whatever it's called." "We better make sure he gets laid good though," Sheila muttered. "I don't trust this guy any further than I can throw him. He's gonna spill our secret. I know it. If he feels like he's left out, he'll be bitter and he might try getting back at us." "He's not gonna spill. He knows he's dead if he does. Plus, Mick's coming over too, so that's even more intimidation for him. In any case, I think our movie's gonna be so awesome he won't want to ruin it." "What if he wants a copy? What if he shows it around to his nerdy little friends?" "Then he dies, plain and simple. He's not getting a copy anyway, so that shouldn't be a problem. Charlotte's gonna have the only copy, and I don't think she'll be showing it to anyone." "Don't I get a copy?" "We'll talk about it later." "Hmph. After all this work. Of all the ingratitude." Charlotte walked in, came straight to me, and gave me a nice little kiss. "What ingratitude?" she asked. "Sheila was expecting to have her own copy of the movie when we're done. I don't think it's a good idea." "You don't trust her?" Charlotte asked, nibbling a bite off of one of Sheila's sandwiches. "Of course I trust her. I'm just paranoid. The extra copy is just twice as much chance we have of getting caught. What if she lost it? What if she was robbed? What if her house was broken into-" "Okay! I get it!" Sheila said. "No copy for me. Fine." "Anthony does have a point. We can't be too careful. I don't even know if I want a copy. Where would I hide it?" "It just seems stupid to make an entire movie and then hide it away for the rest of our lives." "It's not your ass that's gonna be broadcast all over the world if this thing gets out, She," I said. "As fine of an ass as it is, I think I'd like to keep Charlotte's pretty little bottom all to myself." "Yeah, yeah," Sheila said, and went back to buttering a slice of bread as Charlotte and I kissed deeply in front of her. "I'm soaked already, honey," Charlotte said. "This is gonna be awesome!" "It will," I said, kissing her again. The doorbell rang. "Tear yourselves off of each other long enough to get that?" Sheila asked. "I'll get it," Charlotte said, "You kiss Sheila, like you just kissed me. I think she's jealous over there." Sheila stuck her tongue out at Charlotte and gave her a raspberry. I grabbed her before she was even finished and kissed her desperately and passionately as well. She stiffened in my arms, but then slowly softened. I moaned into the kiss. She tasted sweet, different than Charlotte's sweetness, but no less enjoyable. Finally we broke away. Sheila sighed, and slowly opened her eyes to look into mine. She was beautiful. I could see the lust and desire shining out of her gaze. It was gorgeous. "Just call me Trojan," she said. "Trojan?" I asked. "Never off." "Oh, yeah," I said. "Sheila, the human condom. Sweet." I walked out and high-fived Mick with both hands. He was suitably wowed by Charlotte's pad, gawking around at everything like a tourist in a museum. "Top notch digs, Lawsen," he said. "I knew you were well-off, but shit!" "You've been here before. Come on!" Charlotte replied. "Not inside. This is nice." The doorbell rang again. Charlotte yelled at Janine to come in. She did, standing in the doorway and gawking as well. "Fuck me!" was all she could come up with. "Don't mind if I do," I said. Charlotte giggled. Mick smirked, shaking his head at our wide open relationship. "All that beauty, fine ass, most popular chick in school, and she's fucking rich too. Bitch!" Janine said with a wry chuckle. "Don't forget, the hottest guy in school for a boyfriend," Charlotte added. "As if I don't know that one," Janine said. "Hmmm." She looked me up and down, stopping to gaze at my crotch for a moment. She knew what was in there, and she looked like she wanted it, badly. "Oh, hey, Mick!" she said finally, as if he'd suddenly appeared beside me. "Damn! I knew this would be a fun party: two of hottest guys in school, me, and Charlotte Lawsen. Who else is here?" Steve came trudging up the stairs right then. "So the DVs run straight into the PCs, directly onto the hard drives?" he asked. "There's no tapes?" "Steve Henridge?" Janine said, a little puzzled all of the sudden. Apparently she had expected an orgy or something, but there was Steve Henridge. He was the farthest thing from sexy she could imagine. "No tapes," Charlotte said, glancing at Mick and Janine who seemed to have no idea what Steve was talking about. Janine was standing there looking from Steve, to me, to Mick, and back again. Mick was looking at the various furnishings around the room, still in curious awe of the place. "That's cool," Steve said. "No log and capture that way. Saves a lot of time." "Yup," Charlotte said. I was lost too, but it was cool that Steve seemed to know exactly what he was talking about. Suddenly Mick burst out laughing on the other side of the living room. "What?" Charlotte asked. "Why do you have a giant portrait of Juanna Laime on your living room wall? Is your dad some kind of obsessed fan or what?" Charlotte and I looked at each other and laughed. "You might say that," she answered. "Who's Juanna Laime?" Janine asked. "I just thought that was your mom or something." "Her mom!" Mick said. "Yeah, right! Juanna Laime is a famous porn star! She's made tons of movies. I've jerked off over her so many times I can't even-" Mick trailed off, noticing the smirk on Charlotte's face. He looked at her, and then at the portrait, and then back at her again, and then, "Holy fuckin' shit! She is your mom! You look just like her! I can't believe I never noticed before!" "I said the same thing when I found out," Sheila said, carrying a tray of sandwiches into the living room and setting them on the coffee table. "Wait a minute!" Janine said. "Your mom's a fucking porn star!?" Steve stood at the top of the stairs grinning. "I've met her," he said. "She actually tried to fuck me in the kitchen. It was awesome!" He wasn't exactly lying. No one seemed to believe him, though. "I guess that would make your dad an obsessed fan then. No wonder you're rich! It all makes sense now." "This also explains your, um, reputation around school too, I guess," Janine said. "As a horny little slut, you mean?" Charlotte said with a bubbly laugh. "Yeah. Mommy taught me everything I know about how to master a cock." "Can you teach me?" Janine asked, glancing back down at my crotch again. "Me too," Sheila muttered from behind the couch. "It all makes sense now," Mick said again. "Wow!" "Okay, first of all, none of this leaves this house, you guys," Charlotte said. "Sheila and Steve already know, as well as Anthony of course, but you guys can't say a word to anyone either. I asked you here for a special purpose because we believe we can trust you." "What's up?" Mick asked. "I won't say a word. I swear." "I believe you, honey," Charlotte told him. "And I'm pretty sure Janine's cool too. She's after my boyfriend's cock. She'll be good, right, babe?" Janine licked her lips at me. "No problem," she said. "What's up?" We all gathered in a circle around the living room table and Charlotte told them the whole story. She started with her parents' careers and fame as porn producers, and then moved on to how she and I were going to be making our own movie, and how desperately we needed to keep it a secret. "Nobody breathes a word to a single soul outside this room — not even a hint that you maybe might know something, got it?" All nodded. She then went on to explain everyone's rolls, Sheila directing, Steve on tech, me on come shot detail, and her extracting said come shots from me, using her various slippery wet, and tight little orifices. Then she explained how we needed look-outs upstairs to keep an eye out for her parents' friends who could pop-in at any moment. "That's where you two come in. We need you to stand guard up here and scream at us if you see a car drive up the driveway at any time. Then we all stop what we're doing, switch everything into standby and make like we're just enjoying a game of strip pool down there and Anthony and I are loosing badly. Got it?" The two of them were silent for a moment, still soaking in what Charlotte had revealed to them, all in the last ten minutes. "That is so fucking cool!" Janine said. "Can I be in the movie too!? I wanna see my sweet ass on screen too, getting deep-dicked by Anthony! Damn!" Charlotte, Sheila, and I looked at one another. "Well we hadn't planned on that," I said. "We sort of have a story all worked out with Charlotte and me." "Well couldn't you write me in somewhere? I could be like the maid who walks in on Anthony getting dressed and just fucks his ass off right then and there. Or the delivery girl, or something! Anything! Please, please, please!" She was very excited about it. You could see it all over her face. "I mean, it's not like anyone's gonna see it right? It's just gonna be the six of us in on it right? Come on." "Well, I guess you could shoot a scene with him," Charlotte said, "just for fun, just to see it, but it's not gonna be part of the movie we're making, okay? We've already got it all blocked out and we don't have time to change it now. My parents are gonna be back Sunday, and we have to shoot and edit like 250 shots before then. Will you settle for a little side action outside the movie? Heck, you might even be able to keep that one, if Anthony doesn't mind." "Oh, goody!" Janine replied with a girlish squeak. "Can I fuck Mick too? They could double team me, just like in the movies! Oh, man!" Mick and I raised our eyebrows at each other. "I'm game," Mick said. "As long as I get a copy too." "I'll have masturbation material forever now! This totally rocks!" "Damn, girl," Charlotte said. "You're even more excited than I am!" Janine was bouncing up and down in the chair, grinning and wringing her hands, like a little kid who'd been promised a trip to Disney World. "I can't wait, I can't wait!" she said. "So you're in then?" "I am so in it's not even funny!" "Mick?" "Sure. I'm in." "Let's get started then," Charlotte said. "Which one of you two wants first watch?" They flipped a coin and Mick got picked. He sat himself on the couch in front of the window overlooking the driveway. "Remember, they could show up at any time! Don't be taking a nap or anything up here." "I won't. I'm good," Mick said. "Cool. We'll send Janine up in an hour. There's food in the fridge and the bathroom's right over here." "Got it. Get going, sexy." "Thank you so much, Mick. We couldn't get this done without you, baby." "Go! Go! Get busy! I'm sure Anthony's dick is ready to burst right about now!" He was correct about that. "I swear I will suck you off so good when this is done," Charlotte told him, "you'll have a heart attack and die right in front of me." Charlotte kissed him on the forehead, as though to seal the promise. "Me too," Janine said, "and so will Sheila." Sheila raised her eyebrows at her, but then simply shrugged. "I guess so," she said, "but can I do it before Charlotte kills him?" I think I was the only one who caught that one though. I grinned at her, and rolled my eyes. "Three women on my cock at once," Mick said. "Sounds delightful. Now GO!" "Alright, alright! We're going!" Charlotte said, and took me by the hand. The five of us headed downstairs to begin Charlotte's movie. ------- Book III: the Movie ------- Chapter 52: Ready... Set... Sheila had definitely done her homework. She'd taken the script I'd written and drawn an entire storyboard for it in a notebook. Every single shot was blocked out and numbered. There were 264 shots in all. It must have taken her days. "My god, girl," I said, "have you even slept this week?" "Not much," she said. "Every time I closed my eyes, I got a thousand new ideas and had to get up and sketch them out. I maybe got three hours' sleep all week." "Where'd you learn to do that?" Janine asked, paging though the sheets. "I saw storyboard work on a few different DVDs. I just made the rest up. You gotta love technology." "How come they're not in order?" Janine said, "It seems like the story's jumping all over the place." Steve fielded that one. "She put the shots in order of production. You can see the come shots come first, followed by all the miscellaneous fucking, and then the dialog shots come last." "Oh right. But why not do everything in order?" "Because every fifteen seconds of on-screen time takes like fifteen minutes to shoot. Anthony can't fuck me for that long, so we're doing all the come shots first. Then we rearrange them to line up right in the edit suite over there." "Makes sense." "It'll be a lot of fun. You did a great job, Sheila. This is gonna save us tons of time." "I knew time would be tight, so I worked it all out." "You're awesome," Charlotte said. "Shall we?" I said, with a broad, lustful grin, eyeing Charlotte up and down. "Oh god! This is so exciting! I feel like I'm a virgin all over again!" Charlotte said. That made my stomach flip over about three or four times. "I can imagine!" Janine said. "Of course a guy like Anthony makes any girl feel like a virgin all over again. I know I did this afternoon." "This afternoon?" Sheila asked, looking at me suspiciously. "I thought you were gonna save it for the movie?" "Nothing happened. I just put it in her and took it out again." "Cruel bastard!" Sheila said. "How could you do that to her?" "So that's why you didn't finish! You lying bastard! You were saving it for the movie!" "I didn't lie. I said I was saving it for Charlotte, and I am." Charlotte was stripping down in front of us. I completely lost my train of thought. Steve, who had been adjusting dials and knobs on the cameras, was suddenly hypnotized as well. Suddenly Charlotte was bare-ass naked before us all, and there wasn't an eye in the room that wasn't looking her up and down. She was hot! Almost enough to turn the women in the room bisexual I'd wager. She raised her hands over her head and did a little twirl. Her hair spun and her breasts jiggled. I almost drooled on myself. I was rock hard erect once again. "I'm gonna go nuts," Janine said. "This is gonna fuck me up for life!" She closed her eyes and pressed her hands to her head as though trying to keep her brains in. She said what we were all thinking. "Your turn, Anthony," Charlotte said. I stripped down as well, but I was too slow. Before I knew the three women were helping me, pulling my shirt off, tugging my pants down and yanking off my socks and underwear. My erection sprang out like a diving board, almost hitting Sheila in the face as she struggled with my right sock. She turned and gave it a kiss. Suddenly we were both bare naked, so eager to fuck that we were both shaking. "This is great," Sheila said. "You're all wound up like a couple of bombs. We can use this energy for the scene. Hey! Concentrate, you guys!" "Sorry," I said. I was feeling up Charlotte's breasts, massaging her nipples into erection, and she was stroking my ass. Our hands were all over each other. We turned to focus on Sheila. "Okay, the first shot is the climax of the story. No pun intended. This is where Charlotte's character has finally let go of her duality and embraced oneness with herself. She has just been fucking Anthony for the past, 6 minutes while she struggled with it, and now he is about to come. So you have to play it like you've finally found peace with yourself, Char. You have to be inwardly orgasmic, to match Anthony's outward orgasm. This is where all the energy and tension of the entire movie is released, and it's gonna spray all over your pretty little face. We have to see your passion, your lust, your love, your peace, and security all in one come-slathered expression, and we've only got one take. Can you do it?" "I've been waiting all damn week to do it! I'm ready!" "You love him? You wanna be with him forever? You never want anyone else as long as you live?" "I do," she said, looking deep into my eyes. It was almost like a wedding for a moment. "Great. Show it with your energy, your enthusiasm, your lust for him, your thirst for his come." Janine was almost drooling over there, listening to Sheila talk. "This is so damn hot!" she said. "No shit!" Steve added. "Okay, go get in a hot shower you two. You've got to look all wet and sweaty, like you've been going at it for half an hour already." We went. There was a shower in the basement that the porn stars used to clean up after their shots. Charlotte turned it on and I closed the door. "Come here," I said. "What?" she asked, obeying. "I just want to hug you for a moment. I love you so much." She hugged me and our naked bodies pressed together as the bathroom filled with steam. "I love you too, baby. I love you, I love you, I love you. I'm so glad to be doing this with you. It's the most exciting moment of my life so far. And I really meant it when I said I feel like a virgin all over again. I'm so nervous. Be gentle with me, baby." "I can feel you shaking." "You're so calm. So strong." "My tummy is doing flip flops. I'm so excited. We've come so far since we first talked about doing this, huh?" "Yeah." She kissed me, and our tongues loved one another, slow and slippery. Her body was becoming wet and sweaty and my cock slid against her belly between us. "Come on. Let's get in the shower." We got in and it was hot. It reddened our skin, giving us the appearance of vigorous fucking. We wet ourselves all over, except for our hair, which was only dampened by the steam and the mist of the shower. We rubbed each other down, getting hotter and hotter by the moment, and by the time we were done we were both panting. She didn't touch my cock however. That would come soon enough (no pun intended). I massaged her pussy though, bringing her to an almost instant orgasm. Her knees weakened and I had to hold her slippery little body up in the shower. Her pussy was hot inside, almost as hot as the shower, and it seemed tighter than I remembered it being. I rubbed the head of my cock against her clit and she seemed to come all over again. She was so wound up it seemed like anything I did was getting her off. It was beautiful. The bathroom was completely filled with steam when we finally shut off the shower. We slid out of the stall and kissed some more. Then she took my by the cock and led me out into the studio where she would suck a long overdue load from my throbbing member. The touch of her hand was beautiful, soft and snug around my shaft. Janine was on her knees in front of Sheila, where we would be positioned, and Steve was focusing the camera for the shot. They had set up the lights already as well, and the whole basement was bathed in a warm glow of yellowish colored light. They looked up at us as we emerged from the haze. "Awesome!" Sheila said, with a broad grin. "You guys look awesome!" "You didn't just fuck in there, did you?" Janine asked. "Of course not," Charlotte said. "We've waited all week; we can wait a few more minutes." "Okay, get over here, quick! Steve, are we ready to roll?" "We're good to go," he said. They jumped out of the way, and we took their place. My erection waved in front of Charlotte's face. Soon she would be all over it. "Okay, Char," Sheila said. "When I say go, you go nuts on him and make him come. This is the end of the scene, remember, not the beginning. Don't worry about starting off slowly." Charlotte was panting already. She simply nodded. Her eyes were flared with lust. I was out of breath myself. My erection was inches from her lips. She licked her lips. She played with her nipples. They stood tall against the red-flushed skin of her chest and neck. Her body glistened in the lighting, wet from head to toe. "Let me see," Sheila said, peering into the viewfinder of the camera. "Charlotte, turn your body a little towards the camera. You too, Anthony, but not much! Right there. Good." "Damn this is hot!" Janine said. "Quiet on set!" Charlotte was now gasping, and almost moaning she was so wound up. She wanted me bad. She couldn't tear her eyes from my cock. "Okay, roll it," Sheila said. Steve clicked a button on the camera, starting the recording in the control room. "We're rolling," he said. "Okay, ACTION!" ------- Chapter 53: Action! Charlotte dove onto my cock with a frenzied vigor I'd never seen in her. She took me in and just went fucking nuts, bobbing and sucking and slathering her tongue all over me, jerking me with her hand and massaging my nuts with her fingers. I actually lasted a good 45 seconds, strangely enough. I have no idea how. It was the strangest thing ever, but somehow, the come wasn't right there, ready to blast. Charlotte didn't let up though, and about 40 seconds in, I let out a long groan that told her it was ready. I felt the hot wet suction of her mouth sliding rapidly up and down on my cock. I felt her tongue all over me, slithering and swirling as though I was covered in sugar. I felt the steady tug of her hand, and the sweet tickle of her fingertips on my balls and that was it for me. She felt me throb in her mouth, and pulled off, stroking it from root to tip in her wet slippery hand. I growled desperately, as though I was being strangled, and suddenly a great white rope of goo shot out of me. It streamed through the air between us and slopped across her left cheek, hanging in a string down to her jaw. I groaned in ecstasy. She tugged rapidly a couple more times and another shot spurted forth, streaming out of the very bottom of my being and slinging down from her forehead to her chin. The third shot splashed across her nose and lips. The fourth pasted her right cheek. Her hand kept up a steady rhythm, massaging wet ecstasy into my manhood that coaxed the ejaculation out onto her panting little face. The fifth shot hit her lips and chin, and dribbled down onto her tits. She growled sensuously and tugged at me, working a sixth spurt from my climaxing erection. This one hit her nose and slung sideways across her right cheek. The last spurt spit out onto her left cheek again and that was it. I was still coming, but it was merely drooling out of me now. She stuck out her tongue and caught the rest of it in her mouth. There were a few good pulses of watery come and then I was finished, still throbbing, but producing nothing. She squeezed my shaft from root to tip and got one last juicy little nugget from me which she lapped up happily, looking up at me with a dazed look of gratitude that almost made me cry. It was lust and love, sin and heaven, sexiness and raunchiness and absolute beauty, all in one mind numbing image. She was a goddess on her knees in front of me, with her wet slurping mouth on my cock hungrily seeking the last few dribbles from it. It was all I could do to stay on my feet. She took me deeper into her mouth, bobbed on me a few more times to finish me off to complete satisfaction, and then smeared the come all over herself, using my cock as a paintbrush. Then she kissed me and just sat still, staring up at me with wonder and love in her eyes. "Cut!" Sheila said. "That was fucking beautiful! Please tell me we got that, Steve." "We got it," he said. "I love you, babe. I love you so much," I said. "That was so beautiful I could almost cry." "I know. I love you too." Janine was on her knees by the couch, masturbating to beat the band. She looked like she had come a couple times already and was struggling desperately to keep quiet. "Sorry," she said. "Couldn't help it. You guys fucking rock!" "How do you feel, Ant?" Sheila said, tossing Charlotte a towel. She used it to wipe the dripping come from her face and tits. It was everywhere. I really did come more than I thought I had. I'd been in a daze while doing it, but looking at her now, I could see I'd really coated her face good. "I feel like I just lost about a thousand pounds, and yet I feel a hundred pounds heavier at the same time." "Well you look hot as a fuckin' porn star from over here. Take a break and get ready for the next shot. Fifteen minutes. Everything okay up there, Mick?" Mick yelled something down that I didn't hear. Charlotte took me by the hand and led me to the bed where we just lay down and held each other, whispering sweet nothings to each other while Steve and Sheila set up for the next shot. I had to hand it to Sheila. She was organized like I'd never seen her. She was on the ball, making sure everything was just right. She was the only one who wasn't in a fog of lust. The next shot involved us in a bed scene. I'd just fucked the sleazy side of Charlotte's character, and we were setting up for the come shot. We got back in the shower together, this time washing the come off of her more thoroughly, and then got in position for the shot. Charlotte was to ride me like a bronco, and then flip over just before I came, and take it on the tits and neck as I straddled her tummy. She had to do it in a conflicted sort of way, as though the innocent side of her didn't want it to happen. She got on my cock and we closed our eyes and sighed as we felt her slide down around my cock, filling her tight little pussy to a thick hot stretch. "Oh, god, you feel good inside, babe. This isn't gonna last long," I said. "Get ready to jump when I say jump." Charlotte nodded, lost in a daze of pleasure. I filled her to the very top of her pussy and she swirled sensuously around on it, fucking me sweetly with a gentle gyration of her pelvis. "Don't start yet!" Sheila said. "Sorry," Charlotte said, snapping out of her daze. "Are you ready to freak out on him again?" Sheila asked. "Uh huh!" Char replied. "Okay, Steve. We ready?" "We ready," he said. "Roll it!" "Rolling it." "ACTION!" And Charlotte went nuts on me again, fucking me like it was her last day alive and she only had two minutes to finish. I hung on to her as she rocked my cock, dragging me moaning and squirming toward another beautiful orgasm inside her lovely wet little pussy. He body bucked and bounced, jerked and pumped, and somehow my cock stayed inside her. I could feel her squeezing, and suddenly she popped off into a pelvis-rocking orgasm, beating me to the punch by a good 30 seconds. "Uh. Ah! Oh god! I'm coming! Mmmm!" She bit her lower lip and just shook like a leaf above me, jerking her pussy back and forth, milking my cock for every inch of pleasure she could drag from it. I felt her wetness pour down my shaft and her motions suddenly became more ticklish around me. A few more strokes and I was there. She felt it approaching, throbbing inside her, and she jumped off me, throwing herself to the bed and pulling me on top of her. I swung my leg over her body and began jerking my cock above her tits, with my other hand on the bed beside her. She recoiled like a frightened little girl as I overshadowed her, but then grinned lustfully, crushing her jigging tits together into a mass of cleavage and nipples. The come shot out if me, spurting and plopping down in ropey streams across her areolas, spilling down her cleavage onto her neck. She panted, squeezing her tits together and rubbing the juice all over herself as I shook the last few dribbles free from my dick. I slid my cock between her tits and fucked in and out of her cleavage a couple of times, throwing my head back in ecstasy as she crushed me in the soft warm and slippery embrace of her bosom. The remainder of my come dribbled out onto her throat, and she pulled my cock from her cleavage up into her mouth, licking and sucking it, trying to get the last few drops from it into her sweet suckling mouth. Then she kissed it sweetly and rubbed it lovingly against her cheek. We held that pose until Sheila cut it. "Nice!" she said. "Very nice! You guys are pros." I collapsed on the bed beside her and we lay there panting and sighing, happy to be fucking freely again, enjoying each other for all we were worth. "We got that one, Steve?" "Yup," he said. He seemed to be handling this a lot better than Janine was. He wasn't freaking out or anything. We all expected him to be jerking off behind the camera, but he was coolly standing there waiting for the next scene. Janine, on the other hand. Where the hell was Janine? We got up and went upstairs to look for her. There she was on her back on the couch, with Mick's dick, pumping slow and thick in and out of her. Her legs were sprawled whorishly in front of him, offering up her wet little crevice to his intruding manhood. Mick was fucking her patiently and calmly, keeping one eye on the driveway out the window. Charlotte laughed. "Couldn't hold off any longer, huh?" she said. "No... fucking... way. Was... dying... down there." "Well go ahead and enjoy yourself, just keep-" Sheila stopped in the middle of her sentence. "Wait a minute! Don't come, Mick! We can use you! When's the last time you had sex?" "With Charlotte, the other night." "Okay, you should be good for a come donation. Come on." "What's going on?" Charlotte asked. "We need some supplementary shots. Close-ups." "No, let him come. I need it!" Janine whined. "Make her come, Anthony. Let's go, Mick," Sheila said. Mick pulled his cock out of her and waved goodbye with a sad little smirk. I watched them head down stairs, a little puzzled myself. "Don't waste any come, though!" Sheila yelled up at me. "Okay, then," I shrugged, and got down on my knees to finger and lick Janine's hot little pussy. She came in under a minute and gripped my head between her thighs like she was about to be thrown from the earth and I was the only thing she had to hang on to. She panted and squealed, moaned and gasped, and I finished her off with a delicious little swirl of my tongue on her clit. Finally she let me up for air and I went downstairs, leaving Janine to keep watch in a daze of semi-satisfaction. She still hadn't been properly fucked, but at least she'd come really good. Down in the basement Charlotte was giving Mick a madly decent blowjob. He stood in front of her with his head back, arms at his sides, and she knelt before him, sucking greedily on his cock, as though he owed her. Sheila motioned for me to be quiet and pointed at the view finder. The view finder showed a miniature of what the actual shot would look like on screen. It was zoomed into Charlotte's face and only the head of Mick's cock was visible, going in and out of her mouth, and being slathered up with her tongue. None of the length showed. Delicious slurping and sucking noises emanated from their slippery connection and I could literally hear the pleasure he was feeling as her mouth bobbed up and down on him, sucking and swirling, reducing him to a helpless victim of her oral ecstasy. While it was happening, I grabbed Sheila and hugged her from behind, rubbing my cock against her ass and fondling her tits and pubic mound with my hands. "Damn, that's hot!" I whispered into her ear. "It's almost as much fun to watch it as it is to be doing it. She amazing at it either way." "No shit, hey?" she said, rocking her pelvis to meet my motions. "This movie's gonna be awesome, I'll promise you that. Maybe the best porn film ever." Charlotte got him off moments later. He grunted lustfully, and began spraying out a third come shot onto Charlotte's blushing, panting, pretty little face. From the angle Steve was filming at, you'd never have guessed it wasn't really me. It just looked like Charlotte getting her face creamed again. It was hot. He covered her cheeks, lips and chin, with a little spurt on the side of her nose to finish it off, and she took it eagerly, jerking him dry with both hands. Sheila cut the scene and Steve gave her the thumbs up that it was all on tape. "You ready for a third go, Anthony?" Sheila said. "I'm ready!" I said, dazzled by the sexiness of my come-coated girlfriend. She smiled over at me and began licking her fingers clean. "This is the most fun I've had in years," Charlotte said. "Me too," Steve groaned pathetically. "Oh wait. Correction: Ever!" The third scene with Charlotte and I was our beloved rear-entry position. It was the scene when the dark side of Charlotte first emerges, as I spanked her ass, talking very dirty to her. We were only shooting the come shot of this scene, but Charlotte had a line. We got ready and I slid it in again, fucking her tight little pussy as I ogled down at her glowing, swaying ass. I watched my cock sliding in and out and felt the wet slippery constriction of her beautiful little sexual massage. I held onto her hips and thrust aggressively in and out of her, stretching the walls of her cunt around my thickness with each hot slippery inward thrust, making her moan, and squeal deliciously beneath me as I filled her almost to the hilt of my cock... Her vocals were turning me on terribly, and I was sure they were also impacting everyone else in the room. She was hot, in her feigned reluctance and faltering innocence, and it drove my lusts forward, wanting to shatter her innocence completely. I began slapping her ass and talking dirty to her. "You like that, don't you, you sexy little bitch? You like my hot throbbing cock thrusting in and out of you like this! You love it!" Sheila waved her hand at us, frantically telling us to keep going. Evidently it was coming across very powerfully. I needed no coaching though. Charlotte's reaction was inspiration enough. "Ooh. Mmmm. Yeah. I like it. It's... It's nice. Nice and thick, and hard inside me. So big. So tight. So wet. Fuck me, baby! Fuck me hard! Deeper! Oh yeah! Just... like... that! Mmmm-YES!" You could actually hear the little girl fading away into the cock-hungry woman. It was almost scary. I fucked away though. Having come a couple of times already, I lasted a good five minutes, and we kept building the intensity all the way through it, until finally I was paddling her ass steadily out and ramming her tight little pussy, feeling her juices flowing down my balls. "Harder! Oh, harder! Give it to me! YES!" "Ah, god! I'm gonna come! I'm gonna-" It was all over. I grabbed her by the hip, grabbed my cock in my other hand and blasted all over her ass and sweetly arched lower back. I jerked out a good four or five spurts, moaned happily, tapping her ass with my cock a few times, and then I slid myself back into her for a snug little squeeze to finish it off. Charlotte looked back at me, with fire in her eyes that wasn't there a moment ago. "I don't know who you are, but it is damn nice to meet you!" A few seconds rolled by and Sheila cut it. We all applauded Charlotte and I gave her a kiss. "You were incredibly, darling," I said. "Absolutely stunning! I'm the luckiest bastard alive, I swear." "You know it." Sheila sent Charlotte and I for a 90-minute nap and she went to the computer to review the shots. Charlotte and I passed out immediately, and when we awoke, Sheila had sandwiches ready for us. "You ready for more hot, wet fucking?" I asked Charlotte. "Correction," Sheila said. "We're doing all the oral sex filler next, so get ready to work out your jaw, girl." "Where's Janine and Mick?" she asked. "They're passed out on the couch, they started fucking as soon as you guys went upstairs and went at it for a good hour. I think they might become an item before this weekend's done." "Nah," Charlotte said. "Janine, just likes cock. She's a lot like me." "We'll see," I said. "Mick's a pretty good guy. She might just fall for him." "Maybe." "You guys ready for three hours of blowjobs?" I grinned. Charlotte rubbed her jaw, frowned, and then winked at me. "I'm ready. If you've still got a hard-on for me, I'm on it." We headed downstairs and Charlotte sucked my cock for the next two and a half hours, in about seven different positions, from about 30 different angles. I only came twice through it all too, exactly when Sheila told me too, coating her face the first time with what was left of my virility. The second time Sheila allowed me to come in her mouth, after which Charlotte waggled her come-pearled tongue at me and then swallowed sweetly. By the time the night was done we had thirty-five minutes of footage, and we were done about 40% of the shots. Mick drove Steve home, and Charlotte, Sheila, Janine, and I finished off the night on the couch, in front of a crackling fire. I was pretty exhausted, but the girls surrounded me, licking, kissing and sucking me all over until I was painfully hard once again and needing release. They each took turns fucking me as I sat back on the couch, and I discovered the exquisite joy of kissing one woman deeply while another one was pleasuring my cock. It was beautiful. I came deep inside her, Sheila I think, and then they gathered around in front of me and nursed my cock back into the final erection of the night, three beautiful young girls fighting over the inches of my cock they could get their mouths around. I was fucked again, by each of the three in turn (two of them went twice I think), and each came again with my cock deep inside them, right where they wanted it. They complained of exhaustion and soreness after that though, especially Charlotte. Janine had fucked Mick all afternoon, and Sheila was still semi-virginal, so she tired easily. I'd kept up with the lusts of three young women, and satisfied them all. They could not go on, but I had yet to finish, so I sat back like a king while they finished me off with their mouths. When I was about to come, they playfully and lustfully fought over it, but finally Janine shouldered the other two out the way and locked herself down around the end of my cock with an almost painful suction. I don't even know if I had anything left to give at that point, but Janine made a swallowing motion nonetheless, perhaps just for my ego's sake, or perhaps to make the other gal's jealous. I sat back with a tired smile and said thanks. "It tastes yummy," she said. "He's so sweet." After that we just laid around talking about the day. Well, Charlotte and Janine talked mostly. Sheila and I just lay there cuddling in the dark, enjoying the feeling of each other's post coital affection. Sheila always was a gal of few words. My tired mind appreciated that, though listening to the other two sexy beauties talking about cock and come shots and getting fucked six ways from Sunday was appealing too. Clarissa popped in around ten, said hi, and then left again, saying she had a hot date with a male dancer she didn't want to be late for. Charlotte wished her good luck, lisping tiredly from sucking so much dick all day and Clarissa laughed at her knowingly. We took turns calling our parents, telling them we'd be sleeping over at Charlotte's. Charlotte locked up the house, put out the fire, and we all went to bed in her parents' king-sized bed, a mass of naked well-fucked teenaged flesh. It was paradise. We fell asleep almost immediately. Tomorrow was another big day. ------- Chapter 54: Sheila's Dream I woke up that Thursday morning in the arms of my Charlotte once again. She lay with her cheek on my chest and her arm across my stomach, hugging me protectively, as though my presence beside her defined safety and security for her sleeping mind. I stared down at her ass for a while, admiring its beautiful round shape for the hundredth time. She was covered by a sheet, but I could still see the gorgeous curves of it thrusting out of the fabric. I wanted to grab it, squeeze it, worship it, but I didn't. I let her sleep. Her hair was a sweet golden river, flowing down off her upper back and down across the bed. I couldn't see her face but I could imagine it, sweet and serene, defining beauty for my sleepy mind. My cock was hard and I could feel her breath on it from across my belly. With a slight upward wiggle I brought it to her lips and stroked it across them with its hot shiny head. She opened her mouth like a baby and started sucking on it. She stopped though, twenty seconds later, fading back to sleep. I sighed happily. What a woman I had! She even sucks cock in her sleep. I thrust forward into her mouth once again, and she sleepily resumed her sweet little mouth massage once again. It felt wonderful. I petted her head and sank back into the bed, enjoying the sweet little blowjob she didn't even know she was giving me. She would stop every once in a while, and I would get her going again with the slightest little nudge of my cock across her tongue. Her cheeks would hollow with suction, and she made little chewing motions on it, rolling its head between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. It wasn't gonna make me come or anything, but it sure was a nice feeling. I remembered fucking her the night before. My cock throbbed hotly in her mouth as I thought back on the love we'd dragged each other through the night before. It had been beautiful, after waiting all week to enjoy each other again. There had been three though, hadn't there? It suddenly occurred to me. The other two weren't there when I woke up and I'd completely forgotten about them for a moment. I didn't see Sheila or Janine anywhere. I pulled my cock from her sweet oral massage. She whimpered a bit, like a baby who'd lost her soother, but then fell back asleep almost immediately. I slowly slid myself out from her loving embrace, placing a pillow under her cheek in my place. Then I walked out of the bedroom and went to the bathroom to wash up. Where were Janine and Sheila? My first thought was that I would find them downstairs in a steamy girl-on-girl sex romp. I grinned to myself and decided to sneak up on them. I quickly washed my face, and straightened my hair. I found a cupboard underneath the counter with about three dozen new, wrapped toothbrushes. I took one and gave my mouth a good scrubbing with some seriously delicious toothpaste. I stood staring at myself for a moment when I was done. I didn't look like the kind of guy who found himself in bed with three beautiful girls, all falling all over themselves to get a piece of his cock. I just looked like an ordinary high school kid. How had I become so popular, so sexy, so desirable to women? The only thing I could think of was Charlotte's love. She made me desirable because she desired me. Other girls saw it and followed her. But what about the women who didn't even know Charlotte, like Sheila's mom, or Stephanie Lawsen, who had her pick of some of the sexiest men in the country and had no need to be influenced by her daughter's opinion of me? Once again, it was Charlotte's love. She'd given me the self-confidence that all these women seemed to find irresistible. I suppose it also helped that I had a big fat ten-inch dick at the prime of my sexual life. I was disappointed when I got downstairs. On the kitchen counter was a note from Janine: Hey guys, I left for school just before nine. I'm gonna be late of course, but I don't care. It was so worth it! I'll be back after school. Anthony and I still have to do our thing together. It'll be awesome. Can't wait, baby! Janine Best So Janine was gone. No girl-on-girl action today. Not yet, anyway. That left only Sheila. She was probably downstairs doing some edits on the shots we'd gotten so far. I tiptoed down the stairs wanting to surprise her. She was down there, but she wasn't alone. She was sitting on the couch with Doug Devone. Apparently he'd come to check up on Charlotte and found her down here by herself, hopefully not in the process of editing our movie. They were just talking. He had his hand on her knee. Evidently they'd been talking for a while. "So you liked that scene with Juanna," he said. "What did you like about it?" "Well, everything. The lighting, the motion, the sound, the energy. It was paced like a runaway locomotive, slowly building up to a furious finish that left me gasping the first time I saw it. It was incredible." "It got you hot?" Doug asked her. "Of course! I mean, you'd have to be dead not to-" She stopped in mid sentence. His hand slid up her to her thigh. She looked down at it, and then up at him. I could tell she was trying to play it cool, but I knew she was absolutely flipping out inside. She'd finally met the man she'd been lusting after for the past year or so, since she'd started watching porn. He was right beside her, with his hand on her leg no less. What would happen next? I hid myself in the shadows at the bottom of the stairs and watched. I hoped with all my being she would finally get a chance to do her dream lover. She'd seemed so sad, since she and I had first done it. I wanted her to have a thrill greater than she could have ever imagined. Evidently, so did Doug. "So, you got hot," he said, now stroking her earlobe with his fingertips as well. "How hot? Very hot?" "Very, extremely hot," Sheila replied in what was almost a whisper. "Almost as hot as I am right now." "What would make you even hotter right now?" Doug asked. "Do you even need to ask?" "I wanna hear you say it. Prove to me that you're woman enough to live the experience in real life." It was a line he'd probably used on dozens of women, but Sheila didn't seem to notice. "Well, I don't know if I'll be woman enough compared to Juanna Laime, I've only ever been with one guy, but I can promise you my pent up teenaged lust for you will more than account for any lack of experience I have." "So what are you gonna do about it?" he said. "Well, first I want to suck your cock. It's such a beautiful cock and my mouth waters every time I see it on screen. Then, maybe, I was hoping you would go down on me, make me come with that exquisite little tongue of yours, get me all wet and ready for anything else you feel like doing to me." Sheila's voice had dropped to low and sultry tones, baiting his lust in ways that only women knew. Doug swallowed, staring straight into her eyes. "And what would that be?" Sheila was playing with his fingers now, in her lap. He seemed like he was getting as excited as she was. She saw it in his eyes, eyeing her up like a helpless little child under his power. She saw it and worked with it. "Well then I was gonna let you fuck me, Doug. I was gonna let you slide yourself into my tight, wet, virgin little sweetness, feeling what young boys get to feel when they fuck young girls like me, the tightness, the innocence, the eagerness, the things men dream of but never taste, except you, Doug. For you I'll spread willingly and let you in me, and I'll buck and thrash beneath you like a wounded animal, almost split in half by your incredible cock." Those last lines sounded like something from a porn story, and they probably were. Sheila was very well-read after all. She said all these things, without looking at him. She was looking down at his hand on her thigh the whole time. When she finally did look up into his face again, he kissed her. It went from there. He kissed her. He caressed her. He embraced her. She melted into him, probably feeling dizzy in the head from the whole experience. Her hands went to the bulge in his pants, sealing the seduction with a trembling grip on the thick hard shaft she felt there. There would be no turning back now. She began stroking it as they kissed. He caressed her breasts and I heard her whimpering and sighing. I imagined how wet she was getting right then, and I shifted a little, letting my cock poke out of my shorts. "Yes, yes, Sheila. I'd love to be inside you like that. You know exactly what I want. You know exactly how to give it to me. Take out my cock and have your way with it. It's all yours." Sheila slid off the couch and onto the floor between his knees. She flipped his belt and button open like she'd done it a million times before. Her little fingers whipped his pants open deftly and eagerly, with only a slight tremble. She didn't look up into his face. She kept her eyes on his bulge, and when she slid his pants down and saw it tenting in his underwear, she closed her eyes, leaned forward, and gave it a nibble. She nibbled up and down its bulging length, teasing it from behind the fabric wall of his shorts. It was a move she'd probably also seen one of his on-screen lovers perform on him. Perhaps all her moves would be. His face showed the excitement he felt and mine reflected it as I watched. Soon her hands were sliding his shorts down and his erection flopped out and smacked lightly into her cheek. She jokingly tossed her face to one side as though she'd been backhanded. Then she grinned up at him and took him in her hand. Then she added her other hand above that and stroked him up and down several times. Her grin faded into abject lust, a look so stunning that I almost wanted to step from the shadows and join in. I didn't though. This was her moment. She pumped him with both hot little hands and then added her tongue onto the end of him, slithering all around its head and licking like a kitten across its face and the underside of its shaft, teasing him, torturing him with anticipation of her full oral pleasure. Her tongued flickered and licked up and down him, pausing to tickle his scrotum and jostle his balls back and forth and around and around. The she went up him again and teased his cock some more. He was used to getting head immediately and without hesitation from some of the finest cock suckers in the country. Sheila evidently had her own intentions though. I couldn't tell if it was out of reluctance, self-consciousness, or a genuine desire to tease him to distraction with her sweet little tongue and fingertips. Maybe it was both. In any case, he seemed to love it. He was in no hurry for her to proceed any further. He perhaps knew she was inexperienced and perhaps a little reluctant. He let her do what she wanted without rushing her. Perhaps her girlish reluctance was turning him on. She kept at him like that for a several minutes until his cock was finally covered with her sweet saliva, then, without warning she licked all the way up the face of him and captured the head of him in her warm slippery mouth with a naughty little giggle. Then she went down on it. All the way down to be specific, and she surprised both of us. I don't know how she did it, where or who she had practiced on, but suddenly her lips touched down around the base of him. Her jaw was stretched wide, and she bobbed down on him, one, two, three times before coming up for air. He moaned as she slid off of him. She pulled right off and gagged a bit, but got her mouth immediately back onto him again. She bobbed up and down on the end of him this time, sucking and slurping all around him, wagging her head back and forth for emphasis, and then went all the way down again. She was giving him really good head. I was jealous! He just sat back with his arms across the back of the couch and enjoyed it. She continued rapturously sucking his cock like that, up and down, on and off, for a good ten minutes. I would have been coming long before that, but somehow he maintained control, even when she sped up into wild bobbing and jerking with her hand. She was evidently trying her best to conquer his cock, but she couldn't. "Oh, Dougy, come for me. I wanna taste it," she panted. "I'll come when I'm good and ready to, little girl, after I've had my way with you, with your entire body, inside and out." ------- Chapter 55: She Shines Sheila moaned in excitement, with her mouth around his cock. He pulled her off it with a slurp of suction. She apparently didn't want to let go of him. She craned her neck forward to capture it in her hot little mouth again, but he pushed her away and stood her up. Then he was undressing her, kissing and caressing every inch of naked skin he exposed, starting with her shoulders, her arms, her chest, her tummy, and continuing with her waist, her thighs, her calves, and even her feet. She was almost crying by the time he got around to her panties. She tugged and stroked at his cock, adoring its size and hardness as he worked her over with his mouth. It looked huge in her little hand. Her whole body looked small standing naked before him in fact. She only came up to his chin. Suddenly he lifted her into the air and dropped her down onto the couch, as though she were a toy. She gasped in excitement, and gripped his head as his mouth met her hot pink little nipples. He nibbled and bit at her, and her breathing quickened. He sucked and swirled all around them with his lips and tongue. She panted, lovingly caressing his head, getting more turned on than she'd ever been. Then he stopped all of the sudden and merely taunted her with a slow circling of her fingertips that had her moaning like a two-dollar whore. "Two can play the teasing game," he said. "I love it. Don't stop. Tease me all you want. It's getting me so fucking hot!" I didn't know she loved being teased like that. Every time I'd fucked her it had been straight in, after a little oral sex and some kissing. I felt bad for a moment about my insensitivity to her pleasure, but then I realized she probably hadn't even known she loved that until now anyway. The other option was that she was merely telling him what he wanted to hear, but by the looks of her that wasn't very likely. Doug lay down above her down on the couch and continued his slow torture with his hands, lips and tongue. Now I couldn't see her I could only see him, but I could hear her, and man was she into it. She was moaning like I'd never heard her moan before. I struggled once again with a little bit of jealousy, but forced it down again. I'd be a fool to expect to compete with a man who's forgotten more about pleasing a woman than I even knew at that point. I just considered Sheila lucky to be having this experience and decided to be happy for her. Doug was now eating her pussy. I saw her legs come up and wrap around him. His hands went to her thighs and his head bobbed lightly as he licked and lapped at her. She was now gasping and whimpering, almost crying, as though she was running a marathon on a broken leg or something, but I knew it was anything but agony for her. She was in heaven, physically and emotionally, living a fantasy that every young girl has about her favourite celebrity crush, but so few every get a chance to experience. Doug Devone was tenderly tending to her clitoris, labia, and her tight little hole with his masterful mouth and probing fingers, and it was driving her wild. I knew first hand how tight she was. I'd just fucked her the night before in fact, pumping that sweet little orifice like I owned the thing and stretching her with a thick steady stroking that had her almost weeping on my neck as she kissed and cuddled me from above. She'd come hard too, driving me sweetly to an orgasm of my own within the spasmodic constriction of her tight bucking climax. She had pleasured me good and I had been grateful. Now it was Doug's turn. I could imagine how excited he was, eager to get himself inside that wet little squeeze, but he waited patiently for her. It took her a surprisingly long time, but eventually she popped. She actually slapped herself in the face when it happened too. I have no idea why, but holy fuck did it ever sexy. "Fuck! Oh shit! I'm gonna come! God dammit!" Slap, slap, with her left hand, and then, smack with her right. Red hand prints appeared on her cheeks and she released a long, slow groan as the orgasm washed through her, pouring out of her, onto his lips and chin. He kept going until she was thoroughly satisfied. She bucked her pelvis up into his mouth, and clutched at his head, opening and closing her legs over and over again like the slow flapping of a butterfly's wings. Finally she collapsed onto the couch and just lay there weeping. "Was it that good?" he asked her. "Better," she said. "I feel like I'm going insane." "Glad I could help." With that, he sat on the couch and pulled her on top of him. She straddled him and they kissed for several minutes more while he rolled a condom on. I'm not even sure where he got it from. The man was a magician. Suddenly there it was, unwrapped and rolling down onto his shaft from head to root. She looked down at it and her eyes widened in surprise. She hadn't even noticed him put it on. I wondered for a moment if he'd used a condom with Charlotte, when he'd fucked her the other night. I decided a few seconds later to just assume he had. He wasn't stupid. There was no way he would risk getting the boss's daughter pregnant. Sure she fucked a lot of different guys and he could easily claim it probably wasn't his, but we live in the age of DNA tests and he was surely smart enough not to take any chances. She hadn't mentioned him wearing one though. That troubled me. She had a pretty keen attention to detail when it came to sex. Perhaps, like Sheila, she hadn't even noticed him put the thing on. Sheila's arched her back and gyrated eagerly above him. She offered herself to his pleasure with a wordless motion he'd surely seen a thousand times. His cock found its way into her well-lubricated slit and she wriggled on it, trying to pop it inside her. She pushed down, he thrust up, but she was too small. "Sorry," she said. "You're gonna have to let me..." Her hand went down, and she did something that made her face twist up into a grimace. Suddenly it popped inside her and she sank down on it half its length, blowing out the breath she had been holding all at once. "Mmmm! There it goes. Ah fuck!" she panted. "Owie, owie." "My god," Doug said, throwing his head back and closing his eyes like he was suddenly about to faint. The look on his face was that of a man who'd stumbled onto treasure beyond his wildest dreams — reverence, awe, and jubilation. He was panting like an excited teenaged boy. I could see the deliciously wet squeeze she was giving him and the burning hot stretch he was giving her written all over both their faces. She rose up a bit, painting the end of him with her wetness, and then fell further down onto it. More of him was wetted, and when she rose and fell again, it went down even deeper. "Damn, that feels good," he said. "So fucking tight!" I believed him. I'd felt it too. It was wonderful. She lifted off of it, and dropped down again and then wriggled her pelvis in a slippery little circle, nestling him into the very bottom of her. Then she held still, clutching his shoulders, and trembling like a frightened bunny. "Holy fuck, you're big! I can hardly breathe!" Her panting was that of a marathon runner once again, and though she seemed like she wanted to kiss him, she could barely catch her breath. He took her by the waist and lifted her up and down on his cock a few times, and just when I thought her breathing couldn't get any heavier without actually jogging around the block, she began gasping lustfully at the feel of him, plunging in and out of her innocent little teenaged pussy. Her knees were pressed into the couch beside his thighs, and she rocked gently up and down on him, ever so slowly dragging his cock in and out of her gorgeously crushing vaginal squeeze. I could hear the slurping and sucking noises it made as it swallowed him wetly, over and over again. Sheila had her eyes closed as well and she looked confused, frightened, pained, and yet ecstatic all at the same time. "Um... hoo... ha!" Sheila said. It was so fucking cute. But there was a tinge of agony to it as well. He was tearing her up inside with his thick hot stroking, but she took it like a trooper, apparently loving it more than I could imagine. I got chills. "God, you're beautiful," Doug said. "Unbelievable!" She made no reply. She thanked him for the compliment with her body, pleasuring his cock in the tight wet massage of her pussy. "Are you okay? Does it hurt?" he asked. She nodded, squeezing her eyes shut. The nodding made a tear spill down her cheek. He reached up and wiped it away with his thumb. "It feels absolutely wonderful, girl. It's straight perfection, all around me, sliding, stroking, sweetly all over me. I can't even put it into words! I love it. You're wonderful." I assume she was dazzled by his lavish praise somewhere inside, but she could not be dissuaded from the pain she felt. She smiled, but the smile didn't make it up to her eyes. Her eyes looked frightened. Suddenly I realized that she was probably putting on an act for him. He was not much bigger than me, and she didn't react this way when I fucked her. I guess she figured he'd get off on her playing the innocent little virgin roll. She was milking it to a tee. I was getting off just watching her. The tears in her eyes though, suggested that she was only partly acting. Doug was thicker than me by quite a bit. She pulled off of him, and crawled shakily up onto the couch on all fours, offering herself from the rear. He took the bait, kneeling on the couch behind her and sliding himself back into her now loosened pussy. It was loosened a bit, but not much. She still cringed and whimpered when he slid it back in her. "Oh. Damn! Owie, owie, owie! Shit!" she said again. "Easy, big boy. You're hurting me." He reached around and began massaging her clit as he fucked her. I watched her ass jiggle and quiver, and imagined the sweetness of her pussy, delightfully slurping on his cock as he struggled in and out of her vaginal grip. It bent a few times, in spite of her extreme wetness, and I saw her little fingers reach down and straighten it again, guiding it back in as deep as it could go with a backwards push of her body. He moaned at these times, and sputtered some more praise of her delicious little sex. She panted in reply and bounced back against his every forward thrust, impaling herself on him over and over again, as deep as she could get him. "Ah, god!" she said. "I'm gonna fuckin' come! Oh, don't stop!" She came again as he pumped himself in and out of her, diddling her stiff little clit and swollen labia as he went. Suddenly he froze up all together and looked almost in pain at the orgasmic crush of her fluttering little teen pussy. She buried her face in the cushion of the couch and screamed in what sounded like agony, a long whimpering weeping scream that would have sent me running to the phone to call an ambulance if I'd heard it from upstairs without knowing what was going on. Was she really hurt? I was a little worried. "Are you okay?" Dough asked. "Don't stop! Oh, god, don't stop!" Doug resumed his thrusts, though it looked incredibly difficult, like squeezing his cock into the mouth of a pop bottle or something. She came some more and screamed some more into the couch, ripping at the fabric with her fists, shaking all over, like she was trying to keep from falling off of a galloping horse as Doug pumped himself deeply in and out of her churning pelvis. His cock was all the way up in her belly, and she loved it, pushing back hard on it as her orgasm crested and splashed through her once again. Finally he slowed, letting her catch her breath. I have no idea how he kept himself from coming, but he did. He was a fucking master! I would have been finished long ago. "Holy fuckin' shit!" she said. "I've never come like that in my- Oh god, it's still going!" She slid into babbling again, and finally collapsed onto her belly, dragging him down with her in her tight pussy grip. He lay on her back, softly stroking in and out of her, and whispering things I couldn't hear into her ear. It sounded something like "I've never [something-something] in my whole life. You [something-something] me and I'll [something]." She told me later that he was talking about how incredibly tight she was, and he was worried about injuring her so they'd better finish up. He slid himself out of her and yanked off the condom. She turned over, bowing down to his twitching, slimy red cock. He was the one who looked like he was injured. His dick almost looked purple. She went down on him again, weakly yet desperately struggling to finish him off. It only took two minutes and suddenly he was coming in her mouth. He gripped her head and groaned as he came. She squealed like a little girl who'd just been given her very own pony and his cock throbbed and pumped out his goo into her bobbing and sucking mouth. His pelvis thrust and jerked, involuntarily fucking her hot oral suction as he came, and she took it all without pausing for breath. She milked him dry with her mouth and hands, and her mouth filled almost to overflowing with his hot sticky come. Finally he sagged down into a half crouch, and cuddled her gorgeous little head, begging her to stop. She pulled off of him without spilling a drop, turned her face up, and dropped her jaw open to show him the mess he'd made in her sweet little kiss. She wiggled her tongue back and forth, proud to have taken Doug Devone's come from him with her hot little mouth. Then she tilted her head back to swallow. It took her a couple of gulps but she got it all down. She went down on him again, lapping up the stray dribbles and kissing his slimy wet cock lovingly. "So, am I woman enough for you, Dougy?" she asked. "Damn right," he said. "I just hope you're not hurt or anything." "If I am, I'll heal. It was worth it. Did you enjoy me?" "I did," he said. "It was the best sex I've had in a long time, and that really says something, as I'm sure you can imagine." "I am only sixteen though. You know that, right?" She stroked and pumped his cock with her hand as they talked, keeping him hard, perhaps for a second round. "I knew you were young, but I didn't know exactly how young. You've got moves on you that could pass for a porn star." "I learned from the best." Did she mean me, or Stephanie? I grinned in either case. "No kidding, girl. Let me know if you ever want a rematch." "I want one right now, but I've just got one condition." "What's that?" She took a long slow lick up the length of his shaft, and topped it off with a wet swoop of her tongue around its head. Then she continued. Her girlish innocence had somehow completely disappeared. "If you ever tell a single soul what you saw on those monitors in the edit suite this morning, I'll have your sweet ass thrown in jail so fast you won't even have time to pack a toothbrush. I'm sure my friend Anthony over there would agree. I know you like the young stuff, Doug. I've heard about your reputation for near misses with the law over teen girls. I won't need very much proof to have you put away for statutory rape once and for all." She licked him again, from the scrotum to the eye of his dick, with the broad flat slithering face of her sweet wet tongue. "But play nice and you can have my hot little pussy, my mouth, maybe even my tight little sixteen year-old asshole anytime you want 'em, give 'em a good hard workout whenever the urge takes you. You rat us out though, and the best you can hope for is a romp with a big hairy-assed cell mate. Got it?" Doug looked stunned. He nodded slowly, with a gleam of fear and desire in his eyes. She was still licking his cock as she said these things. He looked like he'd completely lost all his power and was now in her control. Perhaps he thought her threats were empty, the words of a teenaged girl trying to talk tough, but if he did, it didn't show. "Got it," he said. "I won't tell a soul." "Good," Sheila replied. Then she kissed him, and pulled him down on top of her for another fuck. "Give it to me good, baby. I ain't pretending to be a scared little girl for you this time. Fuck my ass off." That was the last thing I heard. I had to get upstairs and tell Charlotte the whole story. Sheila Unger was fucking awesome! ------- Chapter 56: Morning's Angel I ran up stairs to the second floor, brimming with excitement. Doug Devone had caught us, but Sheila had taken care of it. I barely even knew how I would explain it to Charlotte. I was humming with lust too, for that matter, after what I'd just seen, and my brain was even more foggy than usual because of it. When I got to Charlotte's doorway I stopped for a minute, trying to decide how I would break it to her before I barged in on her. After a minute I decided I would just tell her, good-news, bad-news style. Charlotte was still asleep. She was lying on her tummy on her bed. The sheet had slipped off her ass and she was now completely exposed. And my god, what an ass it was too! I stood there staring at it for a moment, completely forgetting that I had anything to tell her in the first place. I stared at its glowing naked beauty, stunned, like I'd been slapped in the face. Either there was an all-knowing God in the universe, capable of creating the absolute most perfect figure of a woman and lying her naked before me, or everything was all random, evolving out of sludge into the reality we see today. I was never really sure which was which, but at that moment, as I looked at the way her hair spilled off her back down along side her hourglass waist, the way her sweet round ass stood out proud and round, the way her thighs stretched out beneath it, so creamy and smooth, slightly parted, exposing the pouting little lips of her pussy in their shadows, I began to believe the former. If there was a heaven, it was lying right before me, and it loved me back, bringing the heaven inside me as well as in front of me. I walked up, knelt on the bed behind her and kissed her ass. You would have too, I guarantee it. Her thighs parted further and she moaned softly. Suddenly her vulva was exposed, and me with a raging hard on. What was a young man to do? I reached down and stroked my cock, still kissing her beautiful ass. I licked her lower back, and slowly made my way up to her neck, stroking, kissing, caressing her. My cock found its way into her crevice and nuzzled happily into it as I kissed her ears, her cheek, her jaw line. I pressed forward and slipped into the wetness of her inner labia. She was warm and slippery. I pressed forward again and felt a hot little hole engulf me. It was like coming home. Pressing forward more, I found myself sliding into her snug little pussy until half my length was inside her. I couldn't go any further though, as her ass and her partly closed thighs hindered me. I reached down and parted her legs. They spread open until they were both perpendicular to her body. She was amazingly flexible. Finally I was able to sink to the bottom of her, pressing into the kiss of her cervix and feeling the tickle of my scrotum on her sheets. I fucked her. My cock stroked slowly in and out, gripped in the loving vaginal embrace of my sleeping beauty. She cooed and whimpered a little in her sleep but did not wake up. I was not fucking her very hard. Mostly I was just enjoying the feel of her pussy walls, exploring the slick textures inside her with my curious cock. There was no urgency, there was no rush to come. I was actually enjoying the slow and loving pace of it. I was enjoying the fact that she was getting off on my cock, even in her sleep, gently rocking her pelvis up and down against each movement I made. And god, she was tight! I mean, she was generally tight overall, in her sweet teenaged way, but she was also squeezing at me, constricting those slick wet textures all around me as I stroked in and out of her. It was sweet ticklish heaven. It was beautifully mind-numbing pleasure. It was like fucking a goddess, and I trembled above her like I was dying. I played with her hair, I nibbled her ear, I kissed her neck. She shivered and I felt the sweet little squeeze inside her tighten even more when she did. I kissed her neck again, and she shivered again. I felt the squeeze again and throbbed in response, telling her sweet womanhood "I love you too." I wasn't sure if I was allowed to come though. The girls had drained me dry the night before and I'd had the night to recuperate. Would I be required to shoot more today? I wasn't sure, so I didn't. I just stroked her lovingly for a good twenty minutes, slowing to a tortured stop each time I felt an orgasm building. Finally I simply pulled right out of her and rested on her back for a moment, kissing her, squeezing her in my arms, trembling. My cock was hot and red and slick with her wetness from root to tip. I got up off the bed and wiped it down with a towel. Her legs closed again as soon as I'd gotten off of her, and I lay down beside her. She felt my presence next to her and turned on her side to hug me. Her breasts pressed into my ribs and I closed my eyes, feeling their sweet textured areolas brushing against me. She slid one leg over mine and I felt the stiff little nub of her aroused clit press into my thigh. Her chin was on my shoulder and I could feel her breath on my neck. I nuzzled my head into her face and just lay there enjoying her touch. "I was having such a nice dream," she said quietly after a while. "I was dreaming I was getting fucked on a sleeping bag, on a cliff on a mountainside, above a bottomless drop. It was scary and exciting at the same time. I was so high up, but I felt safe at the same time, on a solid rock with a solid lover. It was nice." "Yes, it was," I said. "My pussy is so wet right now, I feel like I got fucked for real." "Maybe you did." "Oh? Helped yourself, did you?" "A bit. I didn't come or anything, though I came close a few times, just listening to you moaning in your sleep." "I was moaning?" "Yup." "How could I not, I guess, with your little monster in me." "Who were you dreaming about? Who was fucking you on the mountainside?" "I assume it was you. I don't really know though. It could have been anybody." "Hmmm." "Why?" "Just wondering. Am I the man of your dreams, or what?" "Of course you are." "So I hate to shake you out of your slumber, but I've got some good news and bad news." "Oh no. What?" "Well, it seems we had a visitor this morning, checking up on you." "Uh-oh. And?" "He saw the movie on the monitors in the edit suite." "Oh my god! Who?" "Doug Devone." "Oh, shit!" She sat up in bed, like she'd been lashed with a whip. Her whole body was tense now. Her eyes were wide open, and she looked panicked. "That's the bad news. There's good news." "What?" "Sheila took care of it." "She what? How?" "She fucked him senseless. You should have seen her. She was brilliant. She played this innocent little girl role that had him drunk with lust, and he ploughed her up good. Then when it was over, she suddenly turns into this cold psycho bitch and tells him he'd better not say a damn word about it, or she's gonna report him for statutory rape." "You saw the whole thing?" "Yeah. I meant to sneak up on her, but she wasn't alone. Man was she ever incredible. You'd have been amazed." "Fucking, or handling Doug?" "Both! She was incredible. I almost wanted to join in, but I didn't. You should have seen it. Anyway, Doug swore he wouldn't tell a soul, and then they went back to fucking again, this time with Sheila being the aggressor. She's always fantasized about him, but when I left them down there, it seemed more like she was the star and he was the love-sick fan. It was awesome!" "They're still here?" Charlotte jumped to the edge of the bed. Her breasts jiggled with the motion. "As far as I know. They're probably still fucking." "Let's go see!" We got up and hurried down the stairs, both still bare-assed naked. At the top of the basement stairs we heard moaning. It was Doug. They were still doing it. "Anthony broke me in last week. I was a virgin up until a week ago. How does it feel being in a tight little virgin pussy for once?" Sheila was driving him wild with a steady banter of mind-numbing sex patter. Charlotte raised her eyebrows at me as we crept down the stairs. Sheila was riding him, straddling him, facing us. She saw us creep down the stairs and she cocked an eyebrow at us, and motioned for us to keep quiet with her finger on her lips. "Of course with a cock like yours any girl feels tight, don't they, Dougy? Don't we all just wrap around you like hot slippery vacuum cleaners, sucking the very come right out of you, huh baby?" "Ah, god!" Doug said. Charlotte and I sat down. Her mouth was open and there was a mixture of fear and arousal on her face. Sheila winked at her, and gave her the okay sign with her fingers. "You're not gonna tell on us, are you, Doug? You're gonna keep those pretty little lips sealed up tighter than my hot little pussy, aren't you?" "Yeah." "Promise?" "Yeah?" "Of course you will. You love fucking me, don't you, baby? I'm the hottest fuck you've ever had, aren't I?" That was doubtful, but he seemed to agree with her at the moment. She bounced up and down on him, grinding her clit into his body with each downward bump. He gripped her waist and sucked on her breasts. Then finally he just hugged her tightly to him and announced that he was gonna come. "Oh, give it to me, Dougy! Shoot it deep inside me! I wanna feel it shooting right into my fucking virgin womb. Do it! NOW!" Evidently they had forgone the condom this time, unless she was just being raunchy with him. I couldn't tell. Doug came with a stammering howl. He hugged her hard, grunting and growling into her cleavage as his seed pumped into her. She continued grinding down on him in slow wet circles, milking him of his hot ejaculation with her pretty little pussy. He shuddered and flinched as her body massaged him. His cock was buried almost to the hilt in a hot and willing sixteen year-old girl, he was coming hard and long deep inside her, and he was loving life. Who wouldn't be at that moment? Suddenly Sheila broke into an orgasm of her own, and she went wild too. It happened after he was almost finished his, and she dragged him through a cock-crushing climax of her own, thrusting and bucking back and forth on him until he cried out for her to stop. She didn't though. Who would? She was coming and she wanted to finish. Charlotte grabbed my hand and pressed it to her pussy. She was dripping wet. It was leaking down to her ass. I pulled her up onto my lap and within seconds she was on me to the very bottom of her. She bounced up and down a few times, fingering her clit as she watched the fuck before her, and then she leaned back against me, with her arm around behind my neck, thrusting her pelvis forward away from me, and backward down onto me. She wanted to come as desperately as Sheila did. Sheila's eyes widened when she finally opened them to look at us. Her orgasm was almost resolved and Doug was whimpering helplessly by then. Sheila saw us and actually sped up her thrusts. "Fuck me, Doug! Fuck me, or I'll just go get Anthony to do it. I wanna come again!" "Ah, god!" Doug whimpered. Charlotte and I were still dead quiet compared to them. She bounced on my cock and turned her face to kiss me as she did. I massaged her tits and ran my hands up and down over her belly and down to her clit. Then she turned back to watch Sheila fuck her porn idol. "You're right, she's really fuckin' hot!" Charlotte whispered to me with a breathless pant. "Ah, god, I'm gonna come too. Holy shit!" Charlotte came. It had only taken 30 seconds or so, but she was coming. Her pussy gripped me hard in its ecstasy, desperately begging me to come along with it, but I didn't. I held back, tensing my entire being in resistance. She continued fucking me hard though, through her orgasm and Doug finally turned to see us. "Oh, god! Hi, Doug," Charlotte said. She was still coming and could hardly talk, but greeting him seemed like the proper thing to do. "How's Sheila?" "Sheila's just fine," he stammered. "Good," Charlotte said. "So I hear you got an eyeful in the studio this morning." "I did," he admitted. "What did you think?" "I thought it was very hot, and then I had this little minx all over me so I sort of forgot about it for a while. I think my amnesia may get worse as she goes on. What sort of project was it?" "Just a one-scene fuck," Charlotte lied. "We just wanted to try it, just for fun, you know." "It looked fun to me." "Daddy would kill me though, if he found out about it." "Found out about what?" Doug said. "Keep going, Sheila," Charlotte said. "Whatever you're doing it seems to be working." "Care to join us?" Doug asked. "There's another hole back there, Anthony, if you want it." "Oh, god! Do it Anthony!" Charlotte said. "I would just die watching the two sexiest men I know fuck at the same time." "Excuse me!" Sheila interrupted. "Don't I have a say in this? They'll rip me in half!" "I'll get the lube!" Charlotte said. She popped off my cock and was gone upstairs. As excited as I was about this new scenario, I was a little disturbed at the same time. Did I want to be that close to another man's hard on? Would Doug want to fuck my Charlotte as well afterward? Would she want to fuck him? I stood there with a stunned look on my face until Doug spoke again. "What about it, sexy?" he said. "Think you can handle two men at the same time?" "I can try," she said. Her wall of confidence was faltering. She was genuinely freaked-out. You could hear it in her voice. Charlotte was back. "I wanna put it in for you, Anthony? Can I?" she said, giddy with lust and desire. "If it's okay with Sheila," I said. "Is it, She?" "Have you ever done that? Two guys at once like that?" Sheila asked her. "Well, I've given a guy head while another fucked me, but not like this, not one in each hole down there." "Really?" Sheila asked. "Yeah, my ass was cherry until a few nights ago when Anthony got in there." "He seems to be doing a lot of that," Doug said. "There's not gonna be any cherries left for the rest of us by the time he's done." He grinned at me, and then flinched as Sheila swirled around on his cock once again. "I'm sure you've broken in your share of maidens," I told him. "When I was your age, yes. Dozens. At least 40 that I know of, a few of them may have been lying though. That was back in the 80s when girls were still expected to be virtuous." "And you still managed to claim 40 cherries!" Charlotte said. "You stud, you!" "Could you say no to him, if he poured on the charm?" Sheila asked. "I doubt I could." "Probably not." "So you ready to do this?" Doug asked. "Let's do it!" I said. ------- Chapter 57: Double Double Charlotte and I walked up behind Sheila and I leaned over her, with my hands on the back of the couch, on each side of Doug's shoulders. "Go way easy, boys," Sheila said. "Don't forget I'm still mostly a virgin here." Charlotte kissed me, and while she did she squirted a palmful of lubricant into her hand. Then she smeared it all over my cock from root to tip, giving me a nice little hand job while she did, stroking and massaging me in her hot little hands as she lubed me up. Then she knelt down and pressed her mouth to Sheila's ass. She licked all around it and Sheila moaned, hesitantly at first, but then gratuitously as Charlotte's tongue worked its magic. She squirmed on Doug and Doug moaned as well, still tingling perhaps from his recent orgasm. (He was wearing a condom after all.) Finally Charlotte lubricated her finger and smeared it all around Sheila's asshole, even sliding a finger inside her to grease her up on the inside too. "Oh god!" Sheila said. "This is gonna kill me!" "You'll love it, Sheila. I bet you will," Charlotte said. "How would you know?" "Mom raves about it, and she would know. I can't say it was entirely unpleasant when I tried it too. Anthony's cock is beautiful no matter where it is." Sheila did not respond. Charlotte got up and moved behind me, gripping my steel-hard cock in her hands and guiding its tip to the little pink orifice in front of it. I touched it and shivered. Then I felt Charlotte's pelvis behind me press me forward. The little eye of Sheila's ass opened a bit from its frightened squint and the tip of my cock slid in. Charlotte pressed forward again and suddenly the head was in. "Holy fuck! Holy fuck!" Sheila muttered, almost in a panic. "It's going in! It's going in! Holy fuck!" Charlotte pressed me forward again. I could feel her pubic bone press on my ass and suddenly my cock slipped right inside Sheila's ass. It was a hot slippery little kiss that squeezed me with a panicked intensity. "Relax, Sheila," Doug said. "Don't freak out. It's perfectly natural. It's sexy. It's fun. Just stay focused on the fun of it, if you can. You're getting your hot little ass fucked by a sexy young hottie, just like in the movies you've seen. Remember me with Donna Drysdale?" Sheila nodded. I felt her grip relax a bit and Charlotte pressed me forward. I was in a whole two inches now, and Charlotte pulled me out a bit, sliding her grip down to the base of my cock and pulling me backward away from Sheila. With her hands on me, sliding up and down like that, I already felt like I was engulfed. It was nice. Now Charlotte grabbed Sheila by the hips and pushed me forward again. I went three inches in. She pulled back, all the way out and then pushed me in four inches, then five, then six, then all the way to the bottom of her. Sheila was shaking like an injured animal, but she didn't complain. "There it is! It's all the way in. How does she feel?" Charlotte asked me. "Oh, god, I love you both so much," I said. "It's wonderful!" "How do you feel, She?" "Full," she said, grunting and gasping as though she had a two-hundred pound weight on her chest. "Completely and totally full of cock." "You're mouth is still vacant?" Charlotte said. "Where's Mick when you need him?" "What do you think I am?" Sheila panted. "Some kind of whore?" We all laughed. Sheila's sharp sarcastic wit never failed. She had two cocks in her, one in her pussy and one up her ass, and she was putting up mock protests of virtue. It was hilarious. Charlotte's greasy little hands were on my hips now and she began licking and kissing my back, pulling me in and out of Sheila's ass with a gentle tugging and shoving motion. Doug resumed fucking as well. "Oh, god! This hurts! Holy fuck!" Sheila said, finally breaking from her tough girl façade. "Just relax, girl. It doesn't hurt as much if you relax," Doug said. "Fuckin' easy for you to say!" Sheila snapped. "Uh! Fuck!" "He's right, She," Charlotte said. "You gotta calm down and try to relax." "You're next, bitch!" Sheila said. "See how well you can relax with 20 inches of cock in you." I laughed a bit, but then stopped. Did I want Doug fucking Charlotte again? I did want to try fucking Charlotte's ass again, but did I want Doug's cock in her pussy while I did it? I already felt a twinge of jealousy just knowing how much he was enjoying my Sheila. He was a decent enough guy though, I decided. I could probably be friends with him in fact, if the circumstances were right. It was better for me to just let this whole jealousy thing go once and for all. It was easy enough to do at the moment, with my cock buried in the fiery hot grip of Sheila's tight little ass. This, combined with the feeling of Charlotte's tits and kisses caressing my back, was enough to drive me to distraction from any issues I had with Doug. I could feel him stroking against the thin wall of membrane separating the two orifices. It felt weird. I didn't want to admit it to myself, but it actually felt very stimulating, like a tongue behind the wall of her asshole. Don't get me wrong. I'm not gay or bi or anything, and I'll never willingly have direct sex with a man as long as I live, but fucking Sheila like that did feel good. I'm just being honest. Having Charlotte's hands all over me as I fucked Sheila didn't hurt either. Sheila was so incredibly tight that I was worried she would tear if I wasn't careful. I looked down and saw the root of my cock crammed into the tightly stretched circle of her anal opening. It was hot as hell inside her and it felt amazing. "You're doing fine back here," I said. "Okay. Okay. Just hurry, okay? Please." "It feels beautiful. It won't be long. I promise." I felt a tickle on my balls and jerked upward, fearing I had touched Doug's scrotum with my own. Sheila flinched. It was Charlotte's hand I felt down there. Her fingers began caressing and tickling my balls. "Sorry. I'm sorry," I said. Sheila was crying now. "Ow. Take it out. Please take it out. I can't stand it anymore." "Massage her clit, Doug," Charlotte suggested. "I am," he said. "Can you feel it, She, his hand on your clit?" "No! It just burns everywhere! Oh god. Please stop!" Charlotte pulled on my waist and I slid slowly out, finally popping out with a silent slurp. "Is that better, She? Do you want to finish on Doug?" "No. Everything hurts. I gotta stop." "Okay. Climb off. Slowly." Sheila slid off Doug's cock and flopped weakly down onto the couch beside him. "I'll take a turn, She, just like you said. I'll give it a try. You can watch Anthony fuck my ass. I'll know how you felt in a few seconds, okay?" I didn't argue, not wanting to seem like a jealous wimp in front of Doug. It was the wrong reason to do it, I know, but it was the best I had. Charlotte glanced at me with the question in her eyes: is this okay? I nodded. She grinned and kissed me. Moments later she was impaled to the hilt on Doug, and fucking him sensuously with hot little circles of her pelvis. "Gotta get warmed up here. Oh my goodness, this is nice!" Doug sucked on her tits and panted in excitement. He was fucking Charlotte again, the object of his secret desires for so long now, and this time she was a willing participant. She turned her head back and kissed me, still bobbing up and down on Doug with her tightly gripping pelvis. Sheila just lay weakly on the couch where she fell, and stared at us with a half-drunk gaze. I smiled at her as I lined up my cock with Charlotte's ass. She just nodded, still panting. Her eyes seem to challenge me though: give it to her good, you bastard! I wiped my cock from bottom to top, greasing my fingers with the lube and smeared it all around her asshole. "Do the inside too," she panted. "As deep as you can go. Make it wet." Doug exhaled sharply, probably overwhelmed by the sexiness of the situation. I poked my finger into her ass and stirred it around, as deep as it could get. Then I pulled it out and lined my cock up for its forward thrust. "Don't forget to relax," Sheila said, smugly, knowing she would forget immediately. I thrust in suddenly inside her half my length. "Son of a bitch!" Charlotte grunted. "Oh my god!" "Uh-huh," Sheila muttered. "Hurts, don't it?" "Ah, fuck!" Charlotte cried out. "Not so fast Anthony!" I'd conquered five inches of her ass already and was pushing deeper still. I stopped though, at her request and pulled out to give her a breather. Then I pushed in again and gained seven inches, then nine on the third thrust, and with a gentle forward plunge, conquered her entirely. "How's that feel, Char?" Sheila said. "Feels like a fucking curling iron up your ass don't it, burning hot and stretching you 'til you wanna cry?" Charlotte nodded vigorously. I gripped her waist and started fucking her. My cock was drenched in lube and I slid in and out easily. It was hot as hell though. "Oh, god! Oh, god! Dammit!" Doug chuckled softly, not in a mocking way, but in an intensely pleasured way. He shook his head back and forth, smiling with his eyes closed. I fucked her ass a little harder, pumping her firmly, a little out of anger that he was enjoying her pussy at the same time — my pussy! I let it go though, almost immediately. It felt so damn good inside her ass it was almost insane! She was squirming desperately too, as though searching for some pleasure in the burning fire of sodomy, of dual penetration. "This isn't so bad, actually," she said. "It hurts, yes, but the stroking feels nice, from both sides. It feels nice. I think I might actually come here." "You're more woman than I am," Sheila said. She was masturbating though, gently massaging her clit as she watched us. "How do we look, She?" I asked. "Pretty damn hot, actually, now that it's not me with baseball bats up two of my holes." "Uh, fuck! I'm gonna come!" Doug said. "I'm losing it here." Holy fuck! Doug Devone, the master himself was losing it? I suddenly had more reverence for Charlotte than ever before. He seized up and Charlotte pressed down on him, instinctively servicing his cock's pleasure, even with me in her ass. I felt Doug's cock throbbing behind the wall of flesh and he growled as he spewed whatever he had left into her sweetly grinding pussy. The condom was still on, but it no doubt made little difference in a girl as tight and responsive as Charlotte. I came myself, moments later, pumping my seed into her ass, spewing out a fresh morning gob of come into her beloved body. I pulled at her, trying to hug her to me, but Doug had her by the waist. "Ah god!" Charlotte hollered. "I can feel it! Both of you... coming! Ah god!" That's when Charlotte lost it herself. She climaxed and everything got tighter all of the sudden, squeezing, crushing, relaxing, squeezing, crushing, relaxing, in between her gasps for breath. Her body churned on us inside its new experience of orgasmic fulfillment. I pressed my forehead to her back and pumped helplessly around in her pulsating grip, still coming as she shook and shuddered violently in front of me. "AH! FUCK!" she screamed, and then collapsed onto Doug's panting chest. She had been squeezing him tightly with both her arms and her pussy, and he seemed like he could hardly breathe when she finally released him. I collapsed onto her back, and we both crushed him beneath us, gasping in out-of-sync panting, three hearts beating in our chests and in our hypersensitive genitals. Our breathing slowed, our hearts wound down and our sweat flowed. I looked over at Sheila. She was dazed, drunk-looking and stunned. She looked like she had just seen an alien space craft, or a train wreck, or something. It looked intense. The four of us held our positions, for a good three or four minutes before Charlotte finally spoke. "Please. Get off me. Get out of me. I'm dying." I pulled out of her ass, and she slid off Doug and fell right down to the floor, panting and sighing like she'd just finished a 20-mile run. I stumbled backward and fell onto the opposite couch. Doug yanked the condom off with a quick snap and tied it off. He was soaked in sweat and looked like he'd just run ten miles, naked. "Okay," Charlotte said. "Now I've officially done everything." "Not yet," I said. "You're mouth was vacant that whole time." Doug chuckled. "And you still haven't pulled a train, I'll bet," Sheila added. "No, you're right. I still haven't pulled a train." Doug's cock was withering. Mine was still strong and tall. "You guys better get showered. We've got work to do before Steve and the others get here later." "On what?" Doug asked. "Exactly!" Charlotte said from the floor. "See? He's forgotten completely." "Can you do us another favour, Doug?" Sheila asked. "What's that?" he said. "Can you make sure no one else comes to check up on us? Just you?" "I'll make a few calls. I can't promise anything though. I'll tell everyone I've already been here and everything's fine. I'll call your parents each night and say you're just having orgies over here. It should be fine." "Good. Do your best." "You should still be careful though. Someone might stop by anyway, if I can't get a hold of them all." "Yeah, well we'd plan to be extra careful anyway," Charlotte said. "Thanks, though." "No, problem. You girls have made me very happy this morning. I admit I've got a bit of a thing for young girls. I know it's wrong, but when you've fucked as many women as I have, it kind of loses its appeal after a while. The only time I can remember being really excited about sex is when I was younger, Anthony's age, fucking fresh young girls who usually had no clue what they were even doing, when everything was fresh and fun and carefree, sex for its own sake, no games, no expectations. I don't really know how to explain it. It just turns my crank somehow, really hard. Enjoy it while you can, kids. It only gets worse from here." "My parents seem to be doing fine," Charlotte said. "I'm sure I'd be fine too, if I'd married Stephanie. I haven't found a woman to match her in all my days. You're the closest thing I've ever found, Charlotte, but I can't have you. I can dream about it though." "You dream about having me?" Charlotte said, flattered beyond belief. "Yes, actually. Sorry." Doug Devone, one of the hottest men in the country, had the hots for my girlfriend. I was astounded. "Hang onto her, Anthony," he said. "You'll never find another girl like her in a million years. You're not too bad yourself, Sheila. I've never had so much fun with a girl. Not in a long time anyway. It was just plain fun sex. I loved it. I'm sure Anthony agrees. You're gonna make someone a very happy man one day. Don't you ever doubt it." He kissed them both, gathered up his clothes, and left. Charlotte, Sheila and I lay there for the longest time thinking about what he had said. ------- Chapter 58: Faster Disaster "We still have a few hours before Mick and Steve get here," Charlotte said, sitting naked on the floor with her back to the couch across from me. "Is there anything we can do on the movie without them?" I asked. "Not really," Sheila said. "We could rehearse the dialog scenes, I guess, but who's really in the mood for that right now?" Charlotte and I looked down at the floor, silently agreeing. "Well, first thing I'm gonna do is have a shower," Charlotte announced. "Sounds great," Sheila said. "I think I will too." Sheila was still stretched out nude on the couch, with her chin resting on her hand. I sat there staring at the two of them and felt a little twitch in my cock again. They were delicious-looking. "Look at him," Charlotte said. "He still wants more." Sheila glanced up at me, and noticed the swelling of my erection. She cocked an eyebrow at me. "What can I say?" I told them. "There are two beautiful girls in front of me, totally naked, looking all flustered and fucked." Charlotte got up and took Sheila by the hand. "Come on," she said. "We'll show this boy flustered and fucked." I thought I would be jumped again, but instead she led Sheila to the bathroom. "You coming, boy?" Charlotte said. I got up and followed. Charlotte fired up the shower again and got inside, pulling Sheila in with her. Sheila followed, seeming curious, amused, and mildly horny, in spite of the battering her privates had taken fifteen minutes ago. The two of them got all wet from head to toe, turning and stretching beneath the spray of misty water. My eyes widened. This was gonna be good! Charlotte looked over at me and then whispered something into Sheila's ear. She grinned at me. Sheila looked over at me, and then back at Charlotte and whispered something back. Charlotte nodded. Then they kissed. Two beautiful teen girls, with the spray of a hot shower streaming down their naked slippery bodies, kissed in front of me, full on, open mouth, deep tongue kissing. I stared in utter awe. Their breasts mashed together as they kissed, and their fingers locked together in each other's hands. Then they let go and started stroking each other down. It started out as them trying to get a reaction out of me, but it soon tumbled down into an all-out make out session for its own sake. They kissed, caressed, fondled, stroked, squeezed one another in front of me, getting hotter and hotter by the second. Charlotte grabbed a bottle of shampoo and squeezed some into Sheila's hair. Sheila did the same for her and soon they were both lathering each other's hair into a rich sudsy mess, although Sheila had a lot more work to do. Then they rinsed and next came the conditioner. They exchanged cream rinse massages, looking like they were both in ecstasy, massaging the slippery goo through each other's manes. Then they kissed again while it set in. Their bodies were all creamy and slippery with the stuff now and they giggled as their nipples slid against each other. They straddled one another's thighs and began slowly grinding up and down on each other as I watched. Needless to say I was stroking my cock from my position on the little bathroom bench. They didn't even notice me though, they just went at each other like hungry kittens at a bowl of cream. They rinsed out each other's hair and then broke out the moisturizing body wash. I have to say I never saw a more erotic site in my life than watching the two of them scrub each other down with the sudsy sponges. They began panting again, and moaning out loud, and then when Charlotte turned Sheila around and hugged her back to herself, sliding her hands all over her wet slippery front, Sheila actually cried out loud. Charlotte's hands slid down into her vulva, cleansing it with a soft massage, and Sheila ground her ass into Charlotte's pelvis. The only thing that was missing was some slow stripper music, and the image would have been perfect. Charlotte had one hand in Sheila's crevice and the other on her breasts, and Sheila seemed to be going crazy. She turned her face back and kissed Charlotte, licking her outstretched tongue and then sucking on it like it was a little pink cock. I think she had an orgasm then too, shaking and shuddering all of the sudden and squeaking like a strangled chipmunk into the kiss. Sheila let go of Charlotte's head and pressed her hands to the shower wall, steadying herself, perhaps trying to keep from falling down. She pressed her ass backward into Charlotte and then thrust it forward, jerking it against Charlotte's probing hand. When she was finished, she turned around again, and did the same for Charlotte, hugging her from behind and stroking and massaging Charlotte's breasts and pussy. Charlotte was a lot more vocal. She opened up her voice and let her pleasure ring out through the room. It took a while longer for her to get off, perhaps because of Sheila's inexperience, but she eventually did come, and she came hard, grabbing Sheila's hand to guide her, and pressing her other hand to the wall as she jerked and pumped her body in time to some internal rhythm she was feeling. My come shot out and hit the shower curtain. Charlotte wound down from the pinnacle of heated sexual exploration and she pulled Sheila's probing fingers away with a trembling hand. Then she turned around and hugged her hard. They held each other for a minute or so, just standing there shaking and sighing with their faces buried in each other's necks. "That was so... wow!" Charlotte said. Sheila just breathed out a sigh that sounded both relieved and surprised at the same time. Finally they looked over at me, sitting there with come on my knuckles and a slack-jaw gawk on my face. "Was it good for you too, dear?" Sheila asked me. I just nodded. The girls finished rinsing off and I washed my hands in the bathroom sink. Then I handed them towels as they stepped out of the shower. Charlotte left it running though, and I stepped in. "I don't suppose I'll be nearly as exciting as you two were, but you're welcome to watch me if you want." "You couldn't tear me away," Charlotte said, stroking my ego in that sweet little way of hers. She sat down on the bench and watched me with a rapt look in her eyes as though she would have paid to be there. Sheila meanwhile sat beside her, staring as well, but with a more far-away look in her eyes, as though she were comparing me to some distant memory. "Ew! There's spew on the shower curtain. I just noticed that." "Sorry," I said. "Couldn't help it." She got up and wiped it down with a wet wash cloth, offering it to Sheila as a nice light snack. Sheila wrinkled her nose in decline and Charlotte rinsed it out in the sink. I washed up quickly and Charlotte kissed me as she handed me a towel. Sheila got behind me with another towel and the two of them patted me dry from head to toe. It felt wonderful, like being a little kid again, fussed and fawned over. When I'm old and grey and thinking back on those times, I may not remember all the sex, but I'll always remember being toweled off by two naked girls. It felt like love. Charlotte grabbed up all our clothes and threw them in the washing machine. We all put on robes and went upstairs to get something to eat. We were quiet for a while, just lost in our own thoughts as we ate our salads and sandwiches. Sheila was looking over her storyboards and notes, Charlotte was staring off into space with a thoughtful look on her face, and I was looking back and forth between them, thinking about how they were both so beautiful in their own ways. Charlotte was beautiful in a lust-arousing, total hottie way, and Sheila was beautiful in a smart sexy way. Perhaps it was a beauty that only I could see, though; she wasn't exactly beating guys off with a stick, but she was beautiful. She was beautiful like art is beautiful — the longer you stare at it, the more things you notice, subtle things, movements and mannerisms, facial expressions, the wrinkle of her nose, the wiggle of an eyebrow as she thought about something. Charlotte was outwardly, obviously beautiful, in a way that hit you in the gut and made you want to throw her down and fuck her right where you were. I appreciated both kinds of beauty equally. "How's it looking, She?" Charlotte asked. "It's looking good. We've got a few more hours of shooting to do, and then it's all editing, polishing, and finishing. We can do the rest of the sex today, and all the dialogs and such tomorrow." "You look concerned." "Well, I'm looking at spending the whole weekend editing this thing down. No sleep, no distractions. I should have it done by Sunday night." "It shouldn't be that bad," Charlotte said. "It goes pretty fast on the computers. It's mostly just dragging and dropping in FCP." "FCP?" Sheila asked. "It's the video editing software my dad uses. I'll show you after lunch. I'm sure Steve knows how it works too." "How did you think you were gonna do it?" I asked. "I don't know actually. I knew it was done on the computer, but I just couldn't imagine sorting through all these shots." Then she shifted in her chair and added, "Damn, my ass still hurts!" Charlotte smiled. "The things we go through to get our men off." "You spent the morning fucking Doug Devone, your life-long celebrity crush, a man most women would die to be in the same room with, and you're complaining!" I said. Sheila picked up a cucumber from the counter in front of her. "Bend over, Anthony. I wanna show you something." Charlotte burst out laughing and a spit a leaf of lettuce across the table. "Oh my god!" she said. "That is so funny." She high-fived Sheila and went back to eating, blushing cutely as she picked up the half-chewed food she'd spat out. "If it's such a problem, why do women freak out over big dicks?" I asked, genuinely curious. "I have no idea," Sheila said, squirming on her seat again. "It's psychological mostly," Charlotte said. "Since the beginning of time women have sought out the cave man with the biggest, uh, club. Dominant males mean security." "I don't think they were taking it up the ass back then though," Sheila said. "Sodomy didn't come about until the formation of government." Charlotte burst out laughing again, and this time she fell right off her chair. It was hilarious to watch. "Oh my god! That was priceless! I can't breathe!" Sheila just shrugged and went back to reading. "Is Janine coming back again?" She asked. "The formation of government!" Charlotte repeated from the floor, and then she flew into another fit of laughter. "Are you okay?" I asked. She couldn't answer. She was almost hyperventilating. It was funny, I laughed, but Charlotte was killing herself laughing. "I got a million of 'em," Sheila said, wiggling her eyebrows and munching a carrot stick like it was a cigar. "Dammit! I'm sitting on my own hair! I can't get up!" Charlotte said. "Ouch!" "You're silly," I said. "You must be a hilarious drunk." I helped her up, and she slid into my lap. The next thing I knew she was kissing me all over my face, like I was a prized possession or something. Man, was she giddy. "Did I mention that I love you today?" she asked me. "Not with words," I said. Sheila rolled her eyes. "I love you, I love you, I love you! My hot, sexy, sweet, fuckable, little sex monster." "Well, you'll love him even more this afternoon," Sheila said. "He gets to spend the afternoon going down on you for about 45 different shots." "Nice!" Charlotte replied. "I'm so spoiled." "Me too," I said. Then she kissed me again. "Are you gonna take me to the dance tomorrow, baby?" Charlotte asked. "There's a dance?" I said. "Well, d'uh! They've only been announcing it for the past month." Sheila looked like she hadn't heard about it either. "I'm gonna wear the prettiest little dress for you, and you can wear me like a flower on your arm." "As long as I don't have to dance," I said. "I dance like a dork. I'll embarrass you." "He ain't kiddin'," Sheila said. "Only the slow dances then," Charlotte said. "We'll be the hottest couple there!" Charlotte was being uncharacteristically teen. It was a side of her that I'd hadn't seen yet — the giddy little schoolgirl that thought going to school dances was cool. It wasn't a bad thing. I was just more used to seeing her fuck, suck, and swallow like a porn star, like a full grown woman. This side of her was perhaps more "normal" for a girl her age, but it was relatively new to me. Going to dances wasn't normally my thing, nor Sheila's, but I decided I'd go if it made her happy. "Sure, I'll take you," I said. "I'd be honoured." "What about you, She? Anthony's got another arm." "No thanks," she said. "Third wheel's not my style." "We don't even have a song, our song!" Charlotte proclaimed. "We need a song!" "I guess," I said. "I never thought about it. We've only been a couple for a week now." "We gotta have a song!" "Faster Disaster, by Stonecold Buzzbone," Sheila offered. "Disaster?" Charlotte said, confused. "It's a beautiful song! It's about this couple who's like so in love that they die from it." "Sounds... great," Charlotte said, doubtful. "What's your favourite song, Char? Love song I mean." "I have a few, but none that say how I feel about you." "For me, it would have to be Underneath Your Clothes, by Shakira, except with a guy singing, to a girl," I said. "How does it go?" Charlotte asked, excited. Sheila answered, reciting rather than singing. "You're a song, written by the hand of God. Don't get me wrong. This might sound to you a bit odd, but you're the place where all my thoughts go hiding. Right under your clothes, is where I'll find them." "Ah, that's pretty," Charlotte said. "It gets better:" Sheila said. "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story. There's the man I chose. There's my territory, and all the things I deserve for being such a good girl, honey." "I'd have to hear it," Charlotte said. "I like it," I replied. "It has to be a song that says how we both feel about each other," Charlotte said. "What's your mom and dad's song?" I asked. "Some old seventies thing: Power of Love, by Jennifer Rush. It's seriously cheesy." "That's an awesome song!" Sheila argued. "So sexy too. It's about total surrender to the one you love, physical, emotional, everything. Total trust, even when you're terrified." "Sounds like us," I said. "I don't think they'll play it at the dance though." The phone rang. Charlotte answered. "Mommy!" she said, but then her face scrunched up in confusion. "Oh, hello... Yes, he's here." Someone was calling Charlotte's house for me? Sheila looked puzzled too. "Hello?" I said, putting the phone to my ear. "Anthony! Oh my god, I'm so glad to hear your voice! I'm freaking out over here!" It was Vanessa Unger, Sheila's mom. I glanced over at Sheila. "What's wrong?" I asked. "I got this number from your mom. I'm sorry to call you over there, but it's an emergency. I have no idea where Sheila is. She didn't come home last night and she didn't call or anything. Then I get a message on my machine at home from her school saying she wasn't in today. This is nuts! Where is she? Do you have any idea where she is? Have you heard from her?" "Hold on," I said, and passed the phone to Sheila. "What? Who is it?" Sheila asked. She put her phone to her ear, said "hello" and then there was a bunch of screaming. Sheila pulled the phone from her ear as though the thing had bit her. All three of us cringed. We heard the F-word about 16 times in first thirty seconds. Vanessa was hysterical. "I-" More screaming. "I-" "What have you got to say for yourself?" Vanessa screeched. We could all hear her. Sheila looked embarrassed. "I left you a note!" she said. "On the fucking TV. On top!" "Get your ass home right now! You're grounded!" Fuck! Charlotte and I gawked at each other! Our movie was apparently cancelled all of the sudden. "No! Fuck you!" Sheila said. I cringed. Charlotte's mouth dropped open in shock. "I'll call the police if I have to! Get your ass home NOW!" Sheila hung up the phone and slammed it down on the table. Then she stormed off. She went down into the basement. Charlotte and I looked at each other, stunned. "Oh no!" she said. The phone rang again. "Don't fuckin' answer it!" Sheila yelled from below. "If she sends the police we're fucked. My mom and dad don't need that hassle." Ring. "We have to do something. We can't lose Sheila now!" Ring. "I'll go talk to her. You talk to her mom." I grabbed the phone and said hello. "Anthony! Where is she?" "She's downstairs." "Let me talk to that little bitch! Is she coming home?" "I think she needs to cool off. She's really mad," I said. "You think she's mad! I've had it with her bullshit! I can't take this shit anymore!" "Are you at home?" I asked. "Yes! I had to take the afternoon off of work to deal with this. My boss is all pissed off at me too, to top it off." "I don't think seeing Sheila right now would solve anything. You guys would just blow up on each other. I'll come and see you, Vanessa." "You? Why you?" I came to a fast and desperate decision that could save us all. "Because I owe you something that I should have given you a few nights ago. Something that might make you feel a whole lot better. Know what I mean?" There was a long silence. I cringed, expecting her to scream at me about how I could think of sex at a time like this. Would she take the bait? "Oh," she replied, suddenly a lot calmer. "Um... yeah. Maybe." "Sheila's just fine, Vanessa. We've just been working on a project over here. She just forgot to call, that's all. It's my fault. Let me make it up to you." My voice was calm, soothing, rational. I could hear the anger melt completely from her breathing. "Okay," she said, now with girlish excitement creeping into her voice. "Yeah. Okay." "I'll be right over." "I'll be, um, upstairs then," she said. She had turned around from fury to foxy in a matter of seconds. It was almost scary. We hung up. I'd found a way to fix this, but it involved keeping a secret from Sheila. There's no way she'd be okay with this. I would tell Charlotte the truth, but I would have to lie to Sheila. I went downstairs and saw Charlotte rubbing Sheila's back as she cried angrily. "Everything's okay. I talked to her. She's feeling better. She wants me to go down there and get a change of clothes for you." "She what!?" Sheila looked stunned. How in the hell had I turned her around so quickly? "I'm gonna go down there, talk her a bit about everything, get you some clothes and stuff. I'll be back in about an hour." "What are you gonna talk to her about?" Sheila asked. "Whatever I can. I have to do something or the movie's fucked." "I'm so sorry, guys. This is all my fault." "Don't worry about it. I'll calm her down. She knows we've been friends a long time. She trusts me to take care of you." "Anthony's got a way with women. You know he does. He can fix this," Charlotte said. Sheila nodded, reluctantly agreeing. "Maybe you should fuck her or something," she muttered. "That'll calm her down. Bitch hasn't got laid in five years." "Yeah right!" I chuckled. "Like I'm gonna fuck you're mom, She." But that was exactly what I was gonna do. Charlotte made a face at me, silently chiding my bald-faced lie behind Sheila's back. She knew that was exactly what I was gonna do. She'd figured it out herself before I even had a chance to tell her. "I'll be back soon. Get things ready for this afternoon." Charlotte helped me get some clothes from her dad's closet. Mine were still in the laundry. The clothes didn't exactly fit, but they were comfortable. "Fuck her ass off, baby. Do it for all of us," Charlotte said, adjusting my collar. She spritzed some cologne on me and sent me out the door with a happy sigh. I left to go give the hot sexy mom Vanessa Unger a much-needed deep dick fucking. ------- Chapter 59: Tangled Up The house was dark: shades were pulled down, lights were off. The only light came in from the translucent oval-shaped window in the front door. After I closed it, it took my eyes a few moments to adjust to the dim light of the hallway. There was a stack of unread newspapers and unopened mail. There were jackets slung over the rail at the bottom of the stairs. Shoes were piled haphazardly beside the door. There was a faint odour of garbage that hadn't been taken out. I wrinkled my nose at it. Things had really gone downhill since the last time I'd been there. The stairs were in front of the front door, and to the right. I went up. She said she'd be upstairs. I went upstairs, looking for her. Clothes were on the floor in a pile, apparently set aside for a washing machine. A drinking glass on an end table was caked with the residue of some evaporated drink, awaiting its trip to the kitchen sink. I smelled perfume. The smell led me to a bedroom door at the end of the hall. Sheila's mom's room, a place we had not been allowed to play as kids. I entered the room and there she was, lying on the bed, on her side, facing the window opposite the door. The head of her bed was up against the wall to the right, positioned in the center of the room. A dresser was standing with all its drawers open, to the left of the window across from the door. There was a TV on top of the dresser, and a VCR. There was another window in the wall to the left. Both of these windows had their shades up. The sun came in from the left, lighting the dusty bedroom air with a shaft of light that spilled across the foot of the bed. Next to the door, there was a closet door, also open, and a bathroom door. I think I'll remember that bedroom forever. Vanessa Unger was on the bed, under a sheet. Her hair was still damp from a shower she had taken. She was apparently naked, though all I could see of her was her shoulder. "Vanessa?" I said. She turned to look at me. She smiled. "Are you okay?" I asked. She shrugged. The stress was evident on her face. Her brow was tensed. Her mouth was tightly closed. "I'm okay, I guess," she said, and then added, "How are you?" "I'm good." "How's Sheila?" "She's doing great." "That's good." Vanessa turned and lay on her back. Her breasts formed mounds beneath the sheets. She was shaking. "Are you okay?" I asked again. "Really?" "I don't know. Having sex with a gorgeous and well-endowed young man should be the easiest thing in the world for a neglected and lonely woman like me to do, but there's so many issues here." Her fingers slid from beneath the sheets and touched her lips. "Issues?" I asked. The shape of her nude body beneath the thin fabric that covered her was beginning to arouse me. I knew that beneath that sheet she was bare naked and fuckable, an eager and responsive woman who needed to be loved more than anyone I'd ever met. My erection stirred. "The fact that you're only a teenager, and I could be jailed if anyone found out. The fact that you're one of my daughters best friends, and she'd never forgive me. The fact that I haven't been fucked in so many years; I almost forget how. The fact that I'm in my thirties and probably the least attractive female you've been with your whole life." She could not have been more wrong. Sure she was no Stephanie Lawsen — few women are — but she was a beautiful woman in her own way, a woman any teenaged boy would be proud to have been with. The sunlight coming through the window made the sheets almost see through, and as I stared down at the nakedness I saw beneath the cover my imagination was excited to images of fucking her. "On the other hand, you want to do this, right?" I said. "More than I've wanted anything in the past five years. The wanting itself makes me feel alive again, never mind the thought of actually doing it." "I don't even have to tell you that I would never rat on you for any reason, Vanessa. That's not even an issue. I'd never tell, and neither would you. And as for me being Sheila's friend-" "Don't even try to explain that one away. You'll only end up insulting one of us. I do care about my daughter and I know she cares deeply for you. Nothing you can say will convince me otherwise." "I was just gonna say that my friendship with Sheila is the only real issue we can't resolve. She'd never be okay with it, I know, so it just comes down to making sure she never finds out." Vanessa nodded. She relaxed a bit. "And as for you not being sexy or attractive, or knowing how to fuck..." I trailed off. I was speechless. She looked over at me, expectantly. I decided it was not something I could convince her of with words. I was attracted to her and I did want to fuck her, very badly. Mostly though, I just wanted to make her feel sexy and desirable. I realized even at that young age that feeling desired is a bigger part of sex for a woman than probably anything else. It has to be a man worth wanting though, who desires them, because women know that undesirable men will take anything they can get, and this proves nothing to their female egos. This is why confidence in a man is sexy. A man who can have any woman he wants, but wants her, is a woman's wet dream. I could think of no other way to prove my desire for her than to show her the physical manifestation of it. I plucked my button open and undid my zipper. My pants fell to the floor around my ankles. My erection pointed out at her. Her eyes widened. A blush rushed into her cheeks, but she did not look away. "As for my attraction toward you..." She shivered beneath the sheets. "It may have been a long time for you, but I'm sure you know exactly what you want to do with this thing here. Just think back to the other night on the love swing in my back yard. You did fine there." "This is for real though. No holding back this time, right?" "Not on my part," I said. She could not seem to tear her eyes away from it. It stood straight out from my body, hanging only a little lower than perpendicular. It was long and hard, and ready for her, and she seemed to know it. "Are you settled yet?" I asked. She nodded. I pulled my shirt over my head and got in bed next to her, sliding under the sheet to feel her naked body next to mine. "It's been a long time since a man's been in this bed," she said. I just lay there on my side, staring at her, wondering if I should make the first move, or if she would. She was looking over at the wall, stroking my hand which lay across her belly. A big part of me wanted to simply jump on her and thrust my cock all the way inside her heated little sheathe, but another part of me was hesitant. She was no teenaged girl. She was a woman with real experience. On the other hand, perhaps just jumping her with unbridled lust was exactly what she needed at that point. I really had no idea, so I did nothing for the longest time. "How did you and your husband start things?" I asked, trying to make her as comfortable as possible. "He used to kiss me in a certain way. That special kiss told me that he wanted me, and I'd get soaking wet like a sixteen year-old girl almost instantly. Then I'd take him by the hand, lead him to the bedroom, go down on him, strip for him, do whatever I thought might please him, and then he'd make love to me. We had our fights and disagreements, but that kiss always melted me immediately." My cock was against her thigh now, she rocked her leg up and down, and I felt the velvety smooth skin of her thigh caressing my shaft. "How do your girlfriends start things with you?" she asked me. "Well, I don't know. Sheila's never started anything with me. I usually have to get things going with her, and Charlotte, she just climbs on my cock and has her when with me when the mood strikes her." "Is she good in bed? Sheila I mean." "She's great in bed. I don't really know how to explain it, but she's very sexy, sort of girlishly innocent, and yet aggressively sexual at the same time. Maybe it's just my preconceived notions of her, from knowing her as a little girl and everything. I don't know." "And how was I, the other night?" "Beautiful," I said. "Ever since then I've wanted to be in this position right here." I pulled her closer to me so that my stomach pressed into her side. She looked from the wall, into my eyes. I think she was checking my sincerity. I guess she decided to believe me because the next thing you know we were kissing. It went from there. Her kiss was hesitant at first, and then hungry as our hands roamed over each other's naked flesh. Her eyes closed and she moaned softly. She was trembling like a frightened little girl in the arms of her first lover, so I kissed her harder, trying to convince her of my desire for her. "Ah, there. That's it! That's the kiss right there. Do it again!" It seems I'd found the key. I kissed her again, hard and hungry, and she groaned into my mouth. Her legs parted and she grabbed my cock. I knew the clock was ticking, and Sheila would begin to wonder why I was away so long, but I couldn't help but lay there and kiss this woman, just letting time pass by. Her kissing was amazing. The next thing I knew, she was kissing her way down my body and I was suddenly inside her hot little mouth. I felt that same wet swirling kiss wrap itself around the end of my cock and engulf me in slow bobbing strokes that were as visually stunning as they were pleasurable. She gave me head, beautiful, sweetly attentive head for a good five minutes. I moved to stop her at one point so we could move on to her pleasure, but she brushed my hand away and continued. "Wait. Your cock is so nice. I just wanna..." Then I was engulfed again and had no choice but to lay back, close my eyes and let her have her way, feeling the soft slow, slippery sucking strokes bobbing on and off me, hearing her cooing and sighing, smelling her perfume. Finally she pulled off me, releasing me from her oral grip with a sucking slurp that made a sweet kissing sound as she pulled off the end of me. She stroked me with her hand a few more times, looking up at me with her sweet girlishly excited eyes, and then she was climbing up onto my body. "Just lay there," she said. "I want to watch your face as enjoy me." My heart was pounding excitedly. Her pussy slid up along my shaft as she moved to kneel over my stomach. I could feel her heat, her wetness, before she even touched me. She watched my face. She was panting a little, anxious about the size of me inside her. Her eyes looked scared, but sexy-scared, not frightened-scared. It's hard to explain. I felt the moist kiss of heated female sex on the end of my cock, and then, with a downward push of her pelvis, I slid inside into her pleasure, slick wet and easy. Her eyes closed. She gritted her teeth in a pained-looking grin. She murmured something that didn't sound like English, and stirred my cock around inside herself, just in the opening. Then she pushed down further and I felt the sweetness of her womanhood sliding down onto me like it was made for my exact erection. She bounced a little, stroking backward, down onto me, and then pulling off again, gathering a little more of me with each motion until she was full. She was shaking and panting and kissing me all over. I was breathing heavily myself, and stroking her everywhere with my hands as she nestled herself down onto me. My heart was beating hard and fast and my stomach was turning over and over from the excitement of it. I was not so spoiled with constant sex that I could not appreciate this new experience as much as others. "Oh my god! You're huge, boy." Her eyes were a little glazed over, and very dazed looking. She was flooded with hormones that had her glowing with unmistakeable sexiness. All I could was kiss her. I kissed her breasts, I sucked her nipples, I ran my hands up and down her waist. Her pussy was hot and trembling all around me. I could feel her shaking in her feminine sheath and it was gorgeous. It was like she was fucking me without even moving. "Ah, god, you're wonderful," I said. That set her off. The pure ardent praise from my delirious little mind got her body moving, pursuing our pleasure with gentle swirling pelvic thrusts that dragged my cock in and out of her slippery little squeeze. It was a sweet wet massage of our most intimate flesh, and we clung to one another as the feel of it pulsed inside us. "Yes. Ah, god. Fuck me, Vanessa." She did. With a slow bouncing rhythm, she began the climb toward satisfaction. I had already come that day and had no trouble holding out while she had her way with me. I just lay there, coaxing her forward into complete surrender with my hands, my kisses, my gentle upward thrusts. She whimpered a bit, in what sounded like agony, and she slowed down almost to a stop all of the sudden. "What's wrong?" I asked her. "I can't, Anthony. This is so wrong!" She began to pull off me, but I stopped her, thrusting upward into the very bottom of her, making her gasp with unwelcome pleasure, and freeze still in her move to dismount. She shivered again, from the very bottom of her being, and clung to me shaking like a leaf in the wind. Then she moved to get off me again. "Don't!" I said, thrusting again, deep up inside her. She moaned again, and whimpered again, tortured by her own conscience as it fought against the ecstasy her body was enjoying. I was begging her not to end it. It was aggressive and forceful, but it was begging. "How am I gonna be able to lay in bed alone tonight after experiencing this?" she said. "It'll be agony, Anthony. Please let me go." "Are you enjoying this, right here, right now?" "It's making me crazy it feels so damn good." "Then just go crazy. Worry about tomorrow when you get there. Just enjoy this, here and now. You've only got one life. Don't miss the treasures of it worrying about losing them. Just fuckin' fuck me, woman!" She still didn't seem entirely convinced, but the last bit of reluctance died out of her when I flipped her over onto her back and took control, actively showing her my passion and desire for her. Her shaking stilled and she gave herself to the fuck with all of her being, letting me take her and fuck her deeply and firmly, making her bounce on the bed beneath me, driving my cock home inside her, over and over again, to the very bottom. Her legs kicked back and forth in the air on each side of my hips and her breasts swayed up and down. She moaned like an absolute whore when she finally surrendered completely to it. The change was audibly obvious. She pulled me down into a crushing hug and wrapped her legs around me. She clung to me like she was drowning or falling or dying, and I just kept thrusting in and out of the slippery wet crush of her muscular little vagina, panting loudly, and groaning in her ear. The bed squeaked and thumped with a sexy-sounding fuck rhythm that added to the overall sexiness of the scene. I gripped her body like I owned it and enjoyed her sex vigorously. She gave herself to me, enjoying my hot sweaty dominance of her with a steady stream of sweet little whimpers and moans that made her sound a lot like the teenaged girl she wished she was. "Ah, god, Vanessa! It's so nice." It was too. Her pussy was a sliding wet squeeze of velvety smooth flesh all around me. It almost seemed to be sucking at me as her muscles struggled with my width, tightening, relaxing, vibrating with spasms that made her moan out loud. She squeezed me inside and out and I thrust more, feeling the pleasures of her, enjoying her sex all around me, in her caresses, in her kisses, in her squirming stroking legs beside me and around me as they caressed my thrusting ass, in the sweet hot bliss of her beautifully responsive sheath. But then, when she kissed me once again, a wet panting open-mouthed kiss, I felt my orgasm stir like a waking monster. "Do you wanna come, Vanessa?" "Oh, yes! Please! Oh, god!" "Squeeze me hard, don't stop. Make it snap. It's right there. Just crush it out like sweet wine." She squeezed like she meant to crush me, growling lustily in between gasps for breath. The pleasure of my stroking inside her intensified tenfold and I whimpered in her ear like a dying man, a weak stammering whimper that had a tinge of laughter to it by the time it finished. "Ah, yeah!" I said. "Ah!" she replied. She squeezed even hard, shaking vigorously now. My cock ploughed on through her grip, massaging her straining muscles, and she cried out loud with each thrust I made inside her struggling pussy. "Feel it?" I said. "It's almost there. Come on! Fucking come for me!" I punctuated each word with a thrust and that got her. She came right then, like a swimmer, struggling in the rapids, finally going over the falls. There was a moment of crushing tension and then a freefall into release. Her cry echoed off the walls and burned into my brain. She gasped, crushed me again, and then went through a second wave of climax. Walls crashed down inside her. Dams burst. Floods poured forth. She was suddenly wetter inside, and covered with sweat all over the rest of her. We both were. I continued stroking, bounding on toward my own orgasm, focused intently on the sweet all-over tickle that would release it for me. She jerked and swirled her pelvis, clumsily snatching at the wealth of pleasures she could gather from every little motion she made. Her orgasm continued, pulsing and fluttering and I swam through it, stroking and pumping, bouncing her on her bed. It took me a while to build to my own climax, and I dragged her through all the pleasures of the effort as I thrust and plunged and grunted and growled, digging for the treasure of ecstasy inside her. She screamed when I finally came, long and loud, without holding back. I tensed up everywhere, groaned and ploughed down to the very bottom of her, shaking all over and pouring out my ecstasy in thick hot throbs and spasmodic forward thrusts that shook her whole body. I came inside her, gripping her shoulders and whimpering like a baby in her arms as she hugged me tight, squeezing and relaxing, panting and sighing, almost crying herself from releasing years of tension. Streams of creamy white ecstasy flooded out of me, down onto her churning cervix, and I ploughed across it and back again with each spurt, feeling the ticklish kiss of her womb's entrance. Our bodies were slippery with sweat and every motion we made was mirrored the beautiful intimacy of our pelvic connection. Her hips bucked upward, responding hungrily to my throbbing and thrusting from the base of her female instinct. Take the seed. Gulp it down. Be alive. My pounding, jerking thrusts wound down to a slow stirring inside her as my ecstasy was completed with the last few gushes of my manhood. Finally I stilled altogether, and we lay quietly panting and trembling, clinging, and sighing, not speaking for the longest time. She clung to me, stroking me, caressing me, kissing my shoulder as our heart beats slowed and are breathing wound down from panting. Moments passed until we were finally calm once again. It was very hot in her bedroom now. "Your cock is wonderful," she finally said. "Wonderful?" I asked. "Yes. I feel so comfortably full of it, almost in pain from it, but not quite. It's fucking beautiful." "Was Mr. Unger large too?" I said. "If you don't mind me asking." "He was thick, but not so deep. I feel you all the way down inside me, right to the bottom. It's heaven for a woman, you know. Not every woman will admit it, not even to themselves, but a big long cock like yours is a pleasure that needs no apology." "Apology?" "You know, like how women say it's not that size that matters, it's how you use it? That's an apology for lack of size, sort of like an excuse." I didn't get it at the time, but I pretended to. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," I said. "I feel like ten-thousand pounds has been lifted off of me. I feel like jelly. I feel complete, connected to you, connected to myself, and set free, all at the same time." "Wow," I said. "I just feel fucked." "Me too," she answered. "And I don't think I need to tell you that you're welcome to a rematch any time you wish. Although I think you get enough of the hot young stuff to keep you satisfied until I'm old and grey." "If I was satisfied I wouldn't be here, would I?" It was only partly true though. I was also here to throw her anger from Sheila so we could continue our movie, but the pleasure of fucking her had overwhelmed all that for a while. It was sweet and beautiful. "I guess you wouldn't," she said. "So, can I expect you back for more at least every few weeks or so?" "As often as I can, without alarming Sheila." "That would be wonderful. I won't hold you to that though. You are young." "And you're stunningly sexy, Vanessa. I will be back often." "Thanks for saying so." I don't think she believed me. "I'm sorry if I sound cynical," she continued. "It's not that I don't trust your word. It's just that I've learned not to get my hopes up when it comes to men. Ever since my husband died it's been one bitter disappointment after another. Every time I think things might turn around, everything comes crashing down again." I didn't know what to say. The conversation was getting kind of deep, so I pulled out of her, slowly and gently and slid off her to rest my chin on her shoulder. She grabbed a towel from the post of her bed and dabbed us clean with it as the conversation went on. I dropped my arm across her and just cuddled her. "I'll come by as often as I can, Vanessa. I promise." "I really hope so. I'm gonna miss this." "How long exactly has it been since your husband left you?" I asked. "He died of prostate cancer many years ago, when Sheila was still a little girl. I can't begin to tell you how hard it's been to keep this little family going all by myself. I guess there's a reason why God invented marriage. I feel like half a human try to keep things going all by myself. I mean, look at this damn house. I can't even keep up with the chores. Sheila's been pretty good at keeping the place liveable, but she's hardly been here the past week." Vanessa trailed off. She was staring off at the wall again. Inside the womanly figure and mature façade, there really was a teenaged girl struggling to deal with life and reality. I could see it in her eyes. She was only a few bad days from a complete breakdown it seemed. And she was stronger than I'd ever known. I couldn't imagine trying to run a household, work full time and raise a daughter all by myself. It was surely chaos, yet somehow Vanessa was doing it. I was wowed. I gave her a sweet, loving kiss, kissing her as a woman who needs appreciation for all her hard work and sacrifice in bringing up Sheila by herself. She kissed me back. It was a beautiful moment. "I'm sorry for dumping all this on you," she said. "It's not fair. You've got problems of your own to deal with." "If all I can ever be to you is a friend, then I'll be that to the best of my ability. Dump away." "You're such a sweetheart, do you know that?" I nodded. I'd been told. "I'm sorry to you, Vanessa. I should have got Sheila to call you. You don't need any more worry than you already have. I just wasn't thinking. I'm sorry." "It's not your job to make her call me, Anthony. It's hers. If there's one thing I've learned in all this mess, it's realizing what things are your responsibility, and not worrying about the rest. I'd have gone crazy long ago if I hadn't. It's Sheila's responsibility to phone me if she's gonna be out. She knows that. Don't you go trying to take the blame for her forgetfulness." I'd had my cock deep inside her, pleasuring her to complete oblivion the night before. To some degree it really was my fault, but I didn't argue with Vanessa. "So is it okay if Sheila stays over at Charlotte's with us for the weekend. We're working on a project for school together, and it's a crazy amount of work." "Sure. I don't care, as long as I know where she is. Just get her to call every day, will you?" "I will." "Now you said you'd help. It really is your responsibility now." She chided me in an almost motherly way. It was kind of cute, other than the fact that she was naked, flushed with sweat and hormones, and full of my come. And of course, the second I thought about that, I began to stir to erection again. Damn! Women have a powerful effect on me. "I better get back. I told Sheila I was just stopping in to pick up some clothes for her, and to talk to you for a few minutes. It's already been almost an hour since I left." Apparently she felt me twitching back into erection beside her. She grabbed my cock in her hand and gave it a gentle ticklish tug and a hot little squeeze. It hardened in her hand. "Don't," I said. "I gotta go." She squeezed again, smiling at me with a deliciously naughty smile that made my brain melt. Then she spread her legs wide open and nodded down at herself in invitation. "Just once more?" she said, like a little girl asking for one last ride at the fair. I could not resist. I mounted her and with one swift sloppy stroke, I thrust inside her again. She bucked back responsively at this, and suddenly we were kissing and fucking again, holding hands and knocking the bed against the wall in hurried rhythm that was meant to produce a single effect: orgasm. I was no longer her daughter's little friend. She was no longer Sheila's mom. We were a man and a woman, locked in hungry, energetic sex. Sheila and Charlotte waited for me over there, but the pleasure of this woman blinded me from all else but the pursuit of base carnal pleasure. We moved like animals, hardly speaking, except in single syllables, affirming our pleasure. "Uh, yeah. Fuck!" "Oh god. Give it to me! Yes! Fuck! Uh!" We came together again after about ten minutes of this and collapsed into the mattress, tangled in one another's affection, shaking and weak from our exertion. I extracted myself from her sloppy wetness with an affectionate kiss. "I've got to clean up, can you gather some of Sheila's clothes for me?" She nodded, still lying dreamily on the bed, staring at me with a well-fucked look on her face. "Up, woman!" I said, snapping my fingers at her. "Yes, sir!" she said, giggling. She got off the bed and walked passed me, glowing from head to toe with satisfaction. I grabbed her as she passed, and kissed her again, up against the door frame. It was apparently that special kind of kiss once again, because she squealed excitedly and grabbed my cock again, stroked it like a prized possession. I pawed lustfully at her breasts as only a teenaged boy would, and she dropped to her knees and took me back into her mouth. Damn, she was good at that. Her husband must have been a happy man. "I thought I was supposed to be leaving!" "So go." She bobbed on my semi-erect cock, humming lovingly as though it were a delicacy. I stared down at her, enjoying the pleasure of her mouth until she had licked me clean, from root to tip. Finally she got up, patted me on the ass and swaggered off down the stairs to Sheila's room. "Anytime you want it, boy. It's yours." I smiled, taking one last look around her bedroom. Then I gathered up my clothes and ducked into the bathroom. Minutes later I was on my way back to Charlotte's house for the afternoon's shooting. I slammed on the brakes though about half way there. I was sweaty, flushed, and looked exactly like I'd just fucked very vigorously a couple times. Sheila would never believe anything but the truth if I showed up at Charlotte's like this. It didn't help either that it had been over an hour since I'd left, almost an hour and a half. What was I going to do? I pulled the truck over and parked it by the side of the road. Then I popped the hood and looked down at the engine. "Here we go," I said, and wiggled one of the cables off the battery posts. I didn't know much about engines but neither did Sheila. This little ruse would have to do. I left the hood up, took the keys from the ignition, grabbed Sheila's duffle bag, and ran the rest of the way to the Lawsen place on shaky well-fucked legs. By the time I got there, I looked sweaty and exhausted, like I'd run a mile, rather than fucked through two hot and eager little orgasms. "Sorry I'm late," I said. "My truck broke down. I just ran like a mile to get here." Charlotte gave me a look, knowing that it was all a set-up, but Sheila seemed to buy it. "Don't worry, Sheila said. "Mick, Steve, and Janine aren't due for another couple hours yet. There's not much we can do but fuck each other's asses off until they get here." "Sounds awesome!" I said, with an inward whimper. Sheila headed up to the bedroom with a lustful smile. "I'll be waiting, big boy," she said. "Anthony's gonna have a shower first, you horny little slut. He just ran for his life and he's all sweaty and stinky." "I'll be waiting, nevertheless," Sheila said, and strutted up the stairs with a provocative wiggle of her ass. "You clever, clever boy," Charlotte whispered after she was gone. "I was wondering how you'd explain this one." "What can I say, I'm a writer." "How many times did you and her go?" "Twice," I whispered. "It was amazing." "I wish I could have seen it." "Well, if she's up for it, maybe you can one day. I promised her many happy returns, if you don't mind." "You're getting ahead of yourself, big boy. You've got to worry about the woman's daughter right now. She's been crawling the walls with lust after watching yesterday's shots all morning. Hell, she almost jumped my bones after waiting for you for 90 minutes." "The shots are that good?" I asked. "They're awesome. We both look hot as hell." My dick twitched in my pants again, just imagining it. I cringed. It was aching now, from over-use. "Are you okay?" "The little guy's just a tad sore from all his exercise," I said. "Well you better fake a slip and fall in the shower or something, if you want to get out of even more exhausting sex with Sheila and I for the next couple of hours. I'll be waiting upstairs with her." I watched Charlotte's ass swagger on up the stairs in front of me and knew I'd be fucking them both at least one more time each, exhaustion or not. They were just too damn sexy to deny. I showered, dried off, and strode into Charlotte's room to find them engaged in a heart-wrenchingly gorgeous 69 in the middle of her bed. It looked like Sheila had jumped Charlotte after all, in my absence. My cock sprang to life and I spent the next hour fucking them both one after another, spurting what come I had left onto Sheila's wagging tongue as Charlotte jerked it out of me. Finally we all passed out for a happy little afternoon nap, tangled up in our hot sweaty love. ------- Chapter 60: Demonstration I woke up alone in Charlotte's bed a while later. The ladies had left me to rest. I might have slept longer but I heard moans coming from downstairs, loud, shameless sex moans. I got up, slipped my clothes on again, and headed downstairs. There were Charlotte and Sheila sitting on the couch with Mick, Janine, and Steve. They were watching porn on the big screen TV. Oddly enough, nobody seemed the least bit aroused by it, though some super-hot blonde was giving what looked like very excellent head to a well-hung stud of a man. They were all sitting around arguing about it. Well, it was actually everyone ganging up on Sheila as she criticized the action on screen — everyone except for Charlotte who sat quietly listening to them with a thoughtful look on her face. I hung back by the kitchen, just listening while I picked at a plate a food that had been ordered in. "I don't see what's so wrong with this scene, Sheila," Mick said. "She's killer sexy, and she's doing a beautiful job on him. What's the problem?" "You can't see what's wrong here!?" Sheila said, apparently exasperated. It seemed the discussion had been going on for some time. How long was I asleep? "I don't see what's wrong. It looks find to me," Janine said. "Me too," Steve agreed. I nibbled a carrot, also curious about what Sheila thought was so unappealing about the scene. "Hand me the remote, Char," Sheila said. She took it in hand and ran the scene in reverse. The DVD skipped back a few seconds until the shot changed. "Okay, watch!" "Watching..." "We already saw this part." "Giving head, giving head, giving head..." The three of them mumbled to themselves as they watched. On screen was the shot of the girl's mouth bobbing back and forth on the guy's dick. It looked really hot. His dick was all wet and shiny and her cheeks were sunken in from the suction she was giving him. "Still watching..." "Still giving head..." "Still turning me on like crazy..." Charlotte studied the screen, intently concentrating, trying to see what might be bugging Sheila. Sheila looked at the screen, rolled her eyes, and wagged her head from side to side, impatiently. Finally the shot changed. Sheila hit pause. "Okay, there! See that?" "What?" "She's still giving head. Big deal." Sheila pointed at the clock on the DVD player. "Look! They were on that same shot for over a minute!" "So? It was a good shot!" "They were on the shot before that for two minutes!" Sheila added. "And this one here, is no doubt gonna be three or four minutes. This is why bad porn pisses me off so much. The stuff I throw out, I throw out because of shit like this." "You're talking about editing?" Charlotte asked. "Well, yeah, but also camera angles. What's it called? Shot composition! Who the hell wants to see a tight shot of a pair of lips on a dick for four minutes. It's fuckin' boring, and so friggin' mechanical. He might as well be getting head from one of those water-bobbing bird things!" They were all watching again, thinking about what she said as the movie resumed. "But it's a chick sucking dick," Steve said. "How can that be boring?" "Men!" Sheila said. "You just don't get it!" "Actually, I agree with him," Janine said. "I'm totally turned on by that. I wanna suck some dick right now." Sheila shook her head again, looking a lot like a frustrated artist, trying to explain high culture to a bunch of peons. All she was missing was a smock and a beret, and one of those cigarettes on the end of a stick. "Okay, fine!" Sheila said. "I'll show you then." She punched pause on the DVD player again and pulled Janine up from her seat. She sat her down on the couch opposite everyone else and then grabbed Mick up off the couch and sat him beside her. "Okay..." Janine said slowly, wondering what Sheila had in mind. She glanced over at Mick, and down at the bulge in his crotch. He grinned back at her and shrugged. "Charlotte, do you have like, some newspaper or something, and a pair of scissors?" "Sure, sweetie." Charlotte got up off the couch and came toward the kitchen. "Oh, Anthony's up!" she said, hurrying over and giving me a huge kiss, wrapping her arms around my neck and really digging in with her tongue. "We're waiting," Sheila said. "Uh. Right. Sorry." Charlotte giggled and released me. She got some scissors, and an old newspaper from the recycle bin. Then she grabbed my hand and brought me over to the couches. I grabbed another carrot stick and quickly dipped it as I went by. We all sat on the couch opposite Mick and Janine, while Sheila cut a square hole in an unfolded sheet of newsprint. "So, I take it I'm going to be getting some head as part of a visual demonstration," Mick said, grinning at Janine. "Just, shh..." Sheila said. "I'm almost done. This would be better with like a great big bed sheet or something, but this will have to do." "Wait," Charlotte said. "We have old bed sheets downstairs." She hopped up and ran down to the basement, returning 30 seconds later with a giant white bed sheet. "These are, like, spares for the movie sets. We have piles of them down there." "Gimmie!" Sheila said, and began cutting a square hole approximately in the centre of the sheet. When she was done she called up Steve and got him to hold up the other side of the sheet. It took them a moment to get it adjusted right, but soon there was a great white curtain in front of the couch, blocking our view of the soon-to-be lovers over there, except for the little square hole she'd cut in the centre. "Okay," Sheila said. "Janine, you've got your wish. Go down and give Mick the best possible head you can. Make it as nasty and sexy as you wish. Your audience is watching." Janine purred and the next thing we heard was a zipper coming down and pants sliding off. "Okay Steve, a little to the left, and down. There!" Sheila said. "Pull it tight!" We on the opposite couch, could sudden see Janine through a little window of space in the cloth. She was licking and stroking Mick's cock, really giving it her all. We heard Mick sigh softly, but couldn't see his face. "Can you see it, alright?" Sheila asked. "Yeah!" I said. "That's hot!" Janine looked at me through the hole and grinned. Then she was going down on him fully, taking him all the way in to the back of her mouth. We couldn't really see much though, just the side of her face and part of his shaft. "Move down and bit," Charlotte said, "and to the right... There!" Now the framing was better. It actually looked a lot like the shot on the screen to our left. "You're pretty good at that, Janine," Charlotte said. "I'm actually getting really turned on over here." Sheila rolled her eyes again and groaned. "What!?" Charlotte laughed. "It looks hot. Sorry!" I was beginning to see Sheila's point though. Janine had been giving him beautiful head for a few minutes by then, but all we'd seen was the side of her mouth bobbing up and down on his cock. We couldn't see the big picture. Not even her eyes. The point was emphasized when Mick moaned out loud at something Janine had done to him out of the frame. "What? What did she do?" Charlotte asked. "That sounded hot!" Sheila nodded at her. Charlotte was apparently starting to get the point as well. "Get undressed you two," Sheila instructed. They did, undressing without really removing her mouth from his cock. Soon they were both naked to their very privates. We couldn't see a thing though. All we could see was Janine's mouth, still bobbing and slurping lustily on Mick's cock. "How's it look, you two?" she asked Charlotte and I. Charlotte nodded, finally getting it. "Okay, I'm seeing your point now. I kinda wanna see Mick's face, see his reaction, and, " she giggled, "his body too." Mick was a football player. He did have quite a physique on him. I was a little jealous for a moment, but shrugged it off when I remembered watching them fuck a few nights before. It was plain to see why Charlotte thought he was hot, but she was with me — she loved me, and that thought made the jealousy go away. "I agree," I said. "Janine's got a very fine ass, and I wouldn't mind a peek at it as she works on him." "Look at Steve," Sheila said. We looked up at him and saw him staring with a dazed gape at the two we could barely see. He didn't even notice Sheila say his name. He didn't notice us staring at him. "You guys wanna see what they're seeing?" Sheila asked our naked friends. Janine popped off of him with a slurp and peeked at us through the window. "Ah," Mick said. "I was almost there!" "B'ah! You can wait," Sheila said. "It's not the last blow job you'll ever get." Then Sheila thought for a second and changed her mind. "Actually, yeah. Keep going Janine. Finish him off. Steve, walk with me." Steve snapped out of his daze and looked up at Sheila. The two of them began walking the sheet towards us, widening the frame. Finally they brought it right to the couch in front of Charlotte and I and we could see everything. "Much better!" I said. Janine did have one hell of a fine ass, and she was swaying it back and forth as she licked and tickled Mick with her tongue. Charlotte and I watched intently, snuggling a little closer, knowing our turn would be next. Then Sheila interrupted them again, as a new thought occurred to her. "Hold on a moment, guys. One more thing I wanna show you." She pointed Charlotte's attention to the camcorder attached to the big screen TV by a long patch cord. She dropped the sheet and Steve let go as well. Charlotte grabbed the camcorder. Janine glanced up for a moment when the sheet fell, but for the most part her eyes were locked on Mick and his cock; she licked her lips hungrily as she waited for the green light again. "Okay go, Janine," Sheila said. Charlotte lifted the camera and pointed it at them. "Not yet," Sheila whispered, so Charlotte lowered it again. "Just watch." Janine, fully aroused by the action of giving her sexy young partner head, was now performing with beautiful enthusiasm, bobbing and waving her head back and forth in slow circles, taking long slow licks, staring him in the eyes, and just generally being incredibly hot about it. My partially rested cock was now fully hard again and I actually wanted to push Mick aside and get some of that for myself. She was no Charlotte, but man was she good. Sheila wasn't watching them, she was watching Charlotte, Steve, and I. She was smirking at us. We were dumbstruck with blatant lust. "Damn..." Charlotte said, licking her lips. "Yes, exactly! Hot, isn't it!?" Sheila said. "Totally," Charlotte agreed. "Now put the camera on them." "Okay." Charlotte aimed the camcorder at them and hit record. Sheila hit a button on the remote — INPUT VIDEO 2 — and suddenly Mick and Janine were on the big screen, larger than life. They both looked up and grinned at themselves. "Wow," Mick said. "My dick is huge!" Janine took a long slow lick of it, and giggled. It throbbed against her lips as she kissed it up and down and she smacked herself in the face with it a few times, laughing as the scene played out on the TV. "Yummy!" Janine said with fake enthusiasm, and then she took him in her mouth, watching herself give head. We looked back and forth between the screen and the actors, except for Charlotte who watched the fold-out view finder on the side of the camcorder, keeping them in frame. Even Mick was watching his cock being sucked, as though it were someone else and not him. "This is cool!" he said with a dazed chuckle. Janine, seeing herself on screen, began performing now. She abandoned her natural sensuousness for a fast, steady, bobbing motion, back and forth, back and forth on his cock. Mick had no complaints of course. He was getting head, but the whole scene had lost something spectacular. Janine had gone from giving him an incredibly erotic blow job, to simply "doing porn", exactly as the woman in the video had. She was actually doing a really good impression of it too, bobbing steadily, unimaginatively, up and down on Mick's dick. I saw Sheila's point completely. I wanted Janine to forget about the camera and go back to what she was doing before. "Drop the camera, Char," Sheila murmured. Char dropped it. Now there was just a shot of the floor by Steve's foot. "Aw!" Janine complained. "I was having fun!" "It seemed like you were having more fun before the camera came on," Steve said. Steve said it! Even he could see the difference. "What do you mean?" Janine asked. "I mean you were way sexier just doing whatever you felt like," Steve said. "Once the camera came on you were just blowing him. Up, down, up, down, up, down. Just be yourself, Janine. It's way hotter." "Really?" Janine asked. "Yeah," Charlotte agreed. "Totally." "Okay," Sheila said. "This time, go back to work and just forget about the camera. Just focus on Mick and that hot little cock of his and just be yourself, like none of us are even here." "Okay," Janine said, suddenly shy for some reason. Charlotte turned the camera back on. Janine glanced at herself on the screen for a moment, and then just closed her eyes. She took Mick's cock in her hand and concentrated, and then, with a clear mind, she went down on him with everything she had. It was fuckin' beautiful. I saw for the first time the real beauty of oral sex as I watched her — other than receiving it yourself of course. I'd always just looked at the guy's hard on, looked at the woman's bobbing, sucking mouth, her tits, her ass. But suddenly, as the camera panned over the two of them, I saw the real beauty of it — Janine loved what she was doing. She was using her mouth on him, giving him pleasure, making him feel adored, accepted, desired. He stared down at her with a rapt gaze, watching her move, feeling her eagerness to please. She sped up. She slowed down. She went deeper. She pulled right off him and licked him like a candy cane. She twisted and weaved her head around in delirious little circles. She licked and suckled at his scrotum, massaging his balls. She pumped his shaft with her hand. Basically, she was making love to his cock, almost worshipfully, and it was gorgeous. "Wow," Charlotte said. She pulled at her lip with her finger, the way she does when she's horny/intrigued. I was fairly certain her little panties were soaked right through. I was fairly certain she wanted to join Janine in her efforts. She looked over at me, looking at her, and smiled, blushing, and nodded toward them. "Ooh! He's coming!" she said suddenly. Somehow she knew. Mick erupted in Janine's mouth and she never missed a beat. She slowed a bit, but kept on sucking, and slurping, swirling her entire head around in those delicious little circles as she took his come. He groaned and shuddered, pumping a load out into her mouth, gripping her head, tense in every place, and she took it all, slowly winding down to a stop, milking him firmly with her hand. "Ah... ah..." Mick stammered. "Ah, god!" He filled her mouth with his hot spunky goo, and gradually dissolved into repose once again, sinking down into the couch with a happy sigh, flinching occasionally, as Janine continued her sweet stroking suction on his now tingling erection. She swallowed. We could all hear it. We could all see it. Then she was kissing and nuzzling his cock against her lips and cheeks, exactly like she adored it. She apparently did, very much so. She snatched up the little square of cloth Sheila had cut out of the sheet and wiped her mouth with it, like she'd just eaten a hearty meal. We applauded. Sheila had made her point. "So do you see the problem with this video now?" Sheila asked us, switching the TV back to the DVD input where the woman was still paused in mid-bob. "I see your point," Charlotte said. "Totally. Was I being all mechanical and fake like that during our shots? Oh god, I hope not!" "No," Sheila said. "You weren't. You were gorgeous. I think it has to do with you having to wait a week before doing him again, but you were completely natural, eager, and so fucking hot I wanted to do you myself." "Me too," Steve said, grinning. "Thanks," Charlotte said with a giggle. "I'm so glad it worked out. I feel like I'll be all self-conscious now though, trying not to look like I'm trying not to look like I'm trying." "You'll do fine. Just lose yourself in Anthony the way Janine did with..." We looked over at them as Sheila trailed off. They were completely ignoring our discussion, locked in a desperate soul kiss, eyes closed, hands roaming. Janine was on top of him, sucking at his mouth with hers and he responded, holding her head in his hands and kissing her like she was the air that he breathed. "Oooo-kay," Sheila said. "And then there were four." "Methinks maybe someone's crushin' over there," Charlotte said. Mick turned his head and grinned at her. The grin faded however when Janine's sucking little kissed latched onto his earlobe. He closed his eyes and was suddenly lost in Janineland. The next thing we knew she was wiggling herself down onto his pelvis and we all watched as her pouting little pussy slowly swallowed his cock. "Well then," Sheila said. "Let's head downstairs and plan out the afternoon's shots, shall we?" "Give these two some privacy for a few minutes." Mick flashed a thumbs up at us, without breaking the kiss. Then they dissolved into all-out fucking and we headed downstairs. "So what's on the schedule for this afternoon?" I asked. "A whole lot of going down on Charlotte. I hope you got some rest this afternoon cause this could take a while. You don't mind, do you Char?" Sheila grinned at her. "Well, it'll be tough, but I think I can handle it." "Just remember to lose yourself in the action. Feel it. Move how your body wants to move until I say cut. Then we'll slide the camera around and do it again. Sheila went back to her notes on a nearby table, shuffled through a few papers, and came back again. "Anthony, you were wearing a red shirt, unbuttoned to the third button. Where is it?" I ran upstairs and got it, so glad I'd chosen Sheila for this job. The movie was going to be totally amazing! I spent the afternoon between Charlotte's thighs, licking, sucking, and tonguing at her beautifully pink pouting pussy. She came dozens of times before we finally took a break. Mick and Janine were upstairs, still naked, sitting on the couch facing the front door, with her leaning back against his chest. "We're an item now," Janine announced. "Can you believe it?" Charlotte hugged them, suddenly overwhelmed with a lazy, shaky joy — the joy of a woman who'd spent the afternoon coming over and over again, only to hear more good news about two close friends. Life was pretty sweet. "Does that mean no more Mick for me?" Charlotte asked, pouting cutely. "I'll share him, if you share Anthony," Janine grinned. "Deal!" Charlotte said, shaking her hand. "Well, assuming Mick doesn't mind sharing her with me," I added. "Dude! As if I'd shut you out," Mick replied. "What's mine is yours. You shared Charlotte, remember?" I gave him a high-five and we both grinned as we watched Janine and Charlotte dissolve into a deep soul kiss of their own. "Oooh! I can taste Mick's come on your mouth!" Charlotte said, giddy as a schoolgirl with a bag of candy. Yup. Life was pretty sweet. ------- Chapter 61: Revelation "Where are we at now?" Charlotte asked Sheila, sipping fruit juice right from the jug. She had been sweating and coming all afternoon and she was parched. "About what percentage of the way are we overall?" "Well," Sheila said. "In terms of shooting, we're about 60-70% done. But editing is a whole other ball of yarn. I've got hours and hours of fucking to go through, pick the best shots and angles, and piece it together into a movie." "We still gotta do sound too." "Yeah." "So we're like less than half way there." "Pretty much." "I'm friggin' exhausted. What do we have left to do today?" "Well, I was gonna get some of the dialog done, but that can wait 'til tomorrow, I guess." "No, we better do it today." "Yeah." But the phone rang, and it was bad news. Charlotte answered it. "Oh, hi, daddy!" she beamed. "How are you guys? I miss you so much!" Then she was silent. She just kept saying "uh-huh" and "Oh, really?" over and over for like five minutes. Her face slowly went whiter and whiter. Then it was "Oh my god!" over and over. She looked amazed, shocked, flabbergasted even. We all shut up, just looking at her with concern. She turned away from us, as if that would shut us out of her conversation. "Yes, I'm okay. I will. No, I'm just very shocked, that's all. I know. Yes, I will. Okay, bye." She hung up the phone slowly, and turned to face us. She was about to speak, but just shook her head in disbelief instead. Then she turned and ran upstairs. I of course ran after her. Janine moved to follow me, but Sheila grabbed her. It was something major, and she needed to be alone with me for a while. Charlotte was on her bed, lying on her side, staring at the wall, still looking like she'd been kicked in the head or something, all dazed and glassy-eyed. I walked up to the bedside and sat down. She reached out an arm toward me, calling me into a hug. I obliged, lying beside her and wrapping my arms around her. "What's wrong, Char?" I asked. "What happened?" She looked at me for a long while and then turned on her back again, staring at the ceiling now. The suspense was killing me. Finally she spilled it. "I have a sister," she said. "What!? No way!? How? Who?" "My dad, he told me his lawyer called him a few minutes ago. He said a paternity test he'd taken recently has been confirmed. A woman he slept with years ago got pregnant with his child and never told him about it. He just found out about it a couple weeks ago, him and mom, when the woman called him. He got a paternity test just to prove that she wasn't some gold-digger out for a quick buck. It came back positive. I have a sister." "That's good news, isn't it?" I asked. "I guess so. I'm just really in shock right now. I never imagined in a million years..." She trailed off. Then her eyes widened in new shock. "Oh, shit!" she said. "I was so shocked I forgot the most important part of the call!" "What!?" I said. "She's coming here tonight to meet me! Our movie is fucked! We'll never finish it now!" "What!? Why?" "She's staying here the rest of the weekend, Anthony! Her mom's in the hospital." "Oh no..." I was now as stunned as she was. Our entire production was shot down the drain now. We'd never be able to finish with a little kid running around. "So, you've got to babysit this kid for the rest of the weekend?" I asked. "How do your parents expect you to look after a child on your own?" "No, Anthony. It's not like that. She's almost 14." Oh! When she said paternity test, I automatically assumed it was a toddler at most. I'm not sure why. "Fourteen! Wow. All this time you had a sister running around and you didn't even know." "Yeah. Amy. Her name's Amy." We were silent again, and I just watched the parade of emotions wander over her face one by one. "How do you feel?" I asked finally. "I feel everything. Happy, sad, angry, scared, excited, curious, jealous, hopeful. I don't know which one is the strongest. This changes everything." "We should tell the others. Send them home. You're not gonna be able to concentrate on the movie now anyway." "You're right." We got up and went downstairs. All eyes were on us as we walked back into the kitchen. Nobody spoke. We just sat down and I waited for Charlotte to make the announcement. "Anthony, you tell them," she said, and a tear spilled down her cheek. "Oh my god, what!?" Janine asked. "What happened?" "The movie's over. For now anyway." "What!?" Sheila said. "Why? Someone ratted us out? What happened?" "No, no. It's nothing like that. Charlotte just found out she has a little sister. A fourteen year-old sister named Amy." "Thirteen," Charlotte corrected me. "She's turning fourteen in a couple months." Jaws dropped. Eyes widened. "And it turns out," I continued, "she's on her way here to spend the rest of the weekend with Charlotte. Her mom's in the hospital for some reason. So that pretty much puts a wrap on our production. Sorry guys." Sheila looked the most hurt out of all of them. She looked like she'd just been given three weeks to live or something. "It's okay, we can continue it in the future, the next time Charlotte's parents leave town maybe." "But the continuity," Sheila said. "Everything will look cut in half..." "There's nothing we can do," I said. "How long until she gets here?" Steve asked. "We have to dump like 100 gigs of video onto a detachable storage drive somewhere and hide it. That's gonna take all night in itself." "Well, Steve, you can stay and do that," I said. "The rest of you might as well go home. She's gonna be here in a while and we-" "We have to go get her, Anthony," Charlotte said. "From?" I asked. "The airport. She's flying in. 9:20 p.m." "I can stay and work on the movie," Sheila said. An edge of desperation crept into her voice. "You guys can take her out somewhere, show her the town or whatever, and I can continue the editing. The more we get done now, the better." "She'll be tired, She," I said. "So then, she'll go straight to bed. I can hide in the basement. The control room is sound proof." "Sheila, we're gonna finish this movie tomorrow," Charlotte interrupted suddenly. "You're right. We can't leave it until the next time my parents are out of town. It'll look stupid. Janine and Mick, you stay here. We'll have a little homecoming party for Amy tonight. We'll all get to know her, and then tomorrow you two can take her out on the town while Anthony and I are away at school, if you know what I mean." "But that'll mean nobody will be standing guard." "I know, but we'll have to risk it." "Why doesn't Janine take Amy out by herself? Why does Mick have to go?" "I don't know. I just thought she might feel more comfortable with both of them than just some girl she just met, you know?" "I would feel more comfortable with Mick there too," Janine said. "I don't even know this girl." "Yeah," Charlotte said. "Mick will have to go with them, even if it means we have no look out." "Most of the sex is done anyway, right?" Steve said. "Mostly," Sheila answered. "If someone does stop in, we'll just say we're working on something for drama class or whatever." "We'll be naked though," I told them. "Yeah," Charlotte agreed. "But we've gotta get this done. We've come too far to quit now." "So it's settled then?" Janine said. "Mick and I will take Amy around town show her the sights, take her shopping or whatever. You guys we'll be here finishing the shooting, and we'll just tell her you have classes you couldn't miss." "Right," Charlotte said. "But you guys are gonna have to really pour on the charm and make sure you're best of friends with her by the end of tonight. She might just try and stay home here while Anthony and I are supposedly at school, if she doesn't feel comfortable with you guys." "I'm sure she's a great kid," Janine said. "She's probably more lonely than anything. What's her mom in the hospital for?" "Leukaemia," Charlotte said. "Oh my god!" Janine said. "The poor kid!" Sheila was looking down at the table, not speaking. Nobody else noticed though, they were all looking at Charlotte. I knew Sheila had lost her dad to cancer though. I knew what she was thinking. I couldn't tell her I knew though, because her mom had told me during our time together. Sheila had never mentioned it to me. Not once. My heart was breaking for her though. She kept a stony, emotionless face on, and nobody so much as glanced at her, except me. "How long does her mom have?" Mick asked. "Anywhere from six weeks to six months, my dad said. His lawyer didn't have exact details." There was silence, and then Steve spoke. "Wow," he said. "This is gonna change your whole life." He was actually more insightful than he seemed apparently. He was right. Everything would be different now. "Does Amy know what your parents do?" Mick asked. "I don't know," Charlotte answered. "Dad didn't say. I assume they'd want to be up front with her though, if she's going to be living here with us eventually..." She trailed off for a moment and then slapped both hands to her face. "Oh my god! I'm gonna have a sister!" Then she hugged me and bawled her eyes out. When she was done, Janine spoke softly to us all. "You know what we should do? We should throw her a welcoming party, with like, streamers, and balloons and food and music, and everything, and a big banner that says WELCOME AMY. That might really cheer her up. This is probably throwing her whole world upside down too." "That's a great idea," Charlotte said. "Come on, Mick," Janine said, grabbing him by the hand. "We're going to the store for some supplies." Sheila got up and grabbed Steve. "We're going downstairs to do as much hiding as possible, just in case she wanders down there and snoops around." "Good idea," I said. Charlotte grabbed my hand and led me upstairs. "Come on, Anthony. I need you to hold me for a while. Just until my universe stops spinning like a tilt-a-whirl." We went upstairs, Sheila and Steve went downstairs, and Mick and Janine went out the door. Charlotte and I lay on her bed, and I just listened to her talking about everything, about how she was worried she wouldn't be daddy's little princess anymore, about how she would go totally nuts if her mom was dying on her, especially if she didn't even know who her dad was, about how she used to wish she had a sister when she was little, but now she wasn't so sure. She cried some more and I just lay there, holding her until she stopped shaking and sobbing. "Mostly, I'm happy, I think," she said finally. "I just hope she's as cool as my dad is." "Any daughter of Ronald Lawsen's has gotta be at least as cool as you are, my love. You've got nothing to worry about." "Let me up," she said. "I've got to shower and put on some makeup. I look like I spent the afternoon fucking or something." For a moment there, Charlotte was almost back to her usual self. She stopped in the doorway though and turned around, leaning on the door frame. "Anthony, I'm glad you're here. I honestly don't know what I'd do without you." I just nodded at her, and she disappeared into the shower. I finally had a few moments alone to gather my thoughts about all of this. I laid back on the bed by myself with my hands behind my head. I wasn't sure where exactly this new plot twist would take us, but I knew things were definitely going to be different from now on. ------- Chapter 62: Miscommunication We left Janine, Mick, and Steve hanging up streamers, balloons, the big welcome banner and such, and headed out to the airport in Charlotte's mom's car, just before nine. Sheila insisted on remaining in the basement to finish as much editing as she could and we didn't argue with her, though we thought some socializing might do her some good. She wouldn't hear of it though, and simply locked herself in the control room with a plate of food and a couple can drinks. Charlotte was quiet the whole way to the airport. She didn't say anything the entire drive, and I was concerned for her. "It was nice of Janine and Mick to go to all that trouble for this girl they haven't even met yet, huh?" I said. "Yeah," she mumbled. She was usually very talkative but she was hardly saying anything now. When she did speak there was an edge to her voice. "Well, it's a good thing you had a lot of orgasms today, or all this would be even-" "Anthony, can you just please shut up for a while? I'm seriously stressed out here, and I don't want to hear babbling right now." Ouch! That cut me deep. Babbling? What did she mean by that? Does she think I talk too much? Doe she feel like I never have anything important to say? What the hell? Am I just some walking hard-on to her or something? It was the first harsh thing I'd ever heard come out of her mouth, directed at me, since I'd known her. I didn't reply. I just went cold, stewing in my thoughts. We got to the airport and parked the car. Finally she spoke. "Anthony, I'm so scared." "Scared? You should be excited. Aren't you glad to meet her?" "Of course I am! I just-" We still had fifteen minutes before the flight landed. "You just what?" "I don't know. This is weird, you know? What if she hates me?" Women. "Why would she hate you?" I asked. "Well for starters I've had a father for the past 16 years now, while she's had nothing. I'm rich, I'm popular, my mom's not dying." "How are any of these things your fault?" "It doesn't make any difference whether it's my fault or not. It just is. If she's not majorly cool she'll hate me. I just know it." "If she's not majorly cool, why should you care if she hates you?" "Because she's my sister!" "Oh." "This isn't like some school popularity thing. This is real life. This is family." "Did it ever occur to you that maybe she's thinking the exact same thing about you right now? Everyone's insecure about some things, especially young girls." "I guess so." "Just be cool to her, make her feel welcome. She'll come around, even if things do get off to a bumpy start." She reached over and hugged me. Her breasts felt nice against my arm. Her hair smelled sweet. I felt lust stirring inside me a bit, but then a strange thought occurred to me. Babbling? She thinks I babble? The lust died as my ego for some reason turned away from the almost worshipful adoration she'd been showering on me the past few weeks, and decided to obsess over one little comment she'd made. "We should get going," Charlotte said. "We've still got ten minutes, Char. There's no hurry." She got out of the car, without answering and slammed the door, walking away without me. "What the fuck?" I said. I got out of the car and followed her. "Charlotte, wait up!" She kept walking. I caught up to her and grabbed her hand, falling in step beside her. She didn't talk and neither did I. We headed into the terminal and found the gate where her flight was arriving on the "You are here" map. I wasn't much used to airports, having never actually flown anywhere my entire life, but Charlotte seemed to know her way around. "It's this way," she said, yanking my arm. I followed her, apparently not walking fast enough because she eventually let go of my hand again and continued on ahead of me. This time I didn't bother trying to catch up. She didn't even care if I was there with her not. I just let her go, walking at my normal pace and stewing some more. The further away she got from me, the more emotional distance I felt between us, and the more bitter I got. "That's right, leave the little babbler in the dust. You don't need him." Finally she disappeared into a throng of people and I just stopped. She was coming up on one of the defining moments of her young life, a turning point, and she didn't want me there with her. She was being an ice cold bitch in fact, a side of her I'd never seen, never even imagined — a side of her that made my guts burn with resentment. I wandered over to a row of seats and sat down by myself. She knew where to find me, when she'd had her little life experience without me. I'd chauffeur her back to her house and maybe just go home and leave her to her sister and her mansion. "Girl troubles?" a voice said. I looked over and saw some girl staring at me, her head lying on her arm draped over the back of the row of seats. She was dressed all in black. She had dark hair and dark eyes. She was looking at me without the slightest hint of a smile. "A little, I guess," I said. I turned away to see if Charlotte was coming back for me, sister in tow, arm-in-arm, laughing gaily at the silliest things as though they'd been friends forever. "I saw her take off on you like that," the girl said. "You guys fighting or something?" "It feels like a fight, I guess. It's not really though." "I got in a fight with my boyfriend last night too. We broke up actually." "Shitty," I said, still glancing over at the throng Charlotte had disappeared into. "What happened?" I wasn't really interested, but it seemed rude not to say anything. "He gave me the old 'Can't we just do it, just once, for something to remember each other by?' and I was like, I've been your girlfriend for thee months now. Isn't that enough of a memory? And he was like, 'I'm not gonna see you for a while. I just wanna show you how much I love you.' Yeah right, as if I'm gonna fall for that one. He's probably already on the phone with some other bitch." Still no sign of Charlotte. "Yeah, guys can be dicks," I said, filling in the silence. "You're a guy. Maybe you can explain to me why the only way guys seem to understand love is by shoving their dicks in you and using you like a rag for their loads." I looked over at her, raising an eyebrow at her bluntness. She wasn't looking at me. She was staring off out the window, looking sad. "Not all guys are like that," I said. "And anyway, if that's the worst of your problems you're doing pretty good. Who knows, maybe someday you'll grow to like having a dick shoved in you now and then. It seems to be a popular activity, in spite of all its problems." "There must be something girls like about it. It just seems painful, and risky, and stupid to me." "I suppose it is in a way, but it's also beautiful, with the right person." "Does your girlfriend think it's beautiful?" "She adores it." "Hmmm. Well she looks like the type." "What type?" "You know, kinda slutty, like she likes gettin' it all the time." She said that like it was a bad thing. "Just because a woman likes getting it, doesn't make her slutty," I said. "Well she looks like she likes getting it, and to me that is kinda slutty." "There's nothing wrong with looking sexy, especially when you are sexy." "Sexy, yes. But not slutty." This chick really had some nerve, but I was intrigued. "What's the difference?" "Sexy is like, when you're comfortable with who you are, and you don't care what people think. Slutty is when you're like flashing all your shit around for everyone, just for attention, 'cause you're insecure and shit. It's lame." She did have a point, but she obviously didn't know much about Charlotte. "You think my girlfriend's slutty and insecure?" I said with a chuckle. "By the way she dresses, yeah. A confident woman doesn't need to have her boobs hanging out and a skirt all the way up to her ass like that. A confident woman just knows she's hot." "It's possible to be confident and dress slutty though, sometimes," I said. "Says you. You're a guy. That ain't confidence. That's a girl who's a few nasty ego blows away from jumping in bed with the first guy who smiles at her." I didn't know how to argue with this girl. She did have a point and normally I would agree with her, but this was Charlotte we were talking about. She doesn't jump in bed with any guy who smiles- Well, she does but it's not like she needs to. She's got guys lining up, and most of all, she's got me. "Is it possible, that some girls just like sex, and being sexy, even if other people, who don't even know them, might accuse them of being slutty?" I said. "You can tell a lot about a person, just by looking at them," the girl said. "What can you tell about me?" "I get the idea you think maybe she's too good for you, or maybe you think she thinks she's too good for you." "What makes you think that?" I asked, with another chuckle. (Dammit! She was near dead on! I suddenly felt naked.) "Just the way you let her take off on you, and didn't even bother to follow her. You just came and sat down here like she took your nuts with her." Then the girl turned away and went back to staring out the window. "Sorry," she said. "Just my opinion." "What are you doing, sitting here all by yourself?" I asked her, kinda wishing she'd get lost and leave me to nurse my bruised ego. (Babbler! Babbler! Babbler!) "I'm waiting for someone to pick me up. I've been here for three hours now." "My girlfriend's gone to meet someone. The flight was supposed to be here at 9:20." "Her name's not Charlene, is it? Black hair, dark eyes, Sorta like me?" "No. Charlotte. Blonde hair, blue eyes, kinda slutty. Like what you saw." "Dammit!" the girl said. "She should have met her by now," I said. "What the hell's the hold up?" "I was wondering that myself," the girl said, and then, "Hey, here comes your chick." Charlotte was coming. The girl turned away and looked out the window, pretending she didn't know me. I watched Charlotte walk up, feeling pissed off and edgy. "Anthony, I can't find her anywhere! It's like she wasn't even on the flight! What the hell is going on here?" "Maybe she missed her plane or something. Did you ask the flight attendant if she'd seen her?" "I was going to, but then this old fling of mine showed up. Oh my god! I haven't seen him for -like- ever! We only slept with each other once, but we were really good friends." The young girl cleared her throat. Smart ass. Charlotte didn't notice though, she was scanning up and down the terminal. That's when I noticed that she actually did look kinda slutty. She was wearing a mini-skirt and a crop-top that had her tummy and cleavage showing to all the world. Her hair was down to her lower back and she had boots up to her thighs. She looked stunningly hot, but suddenly, because the young girl had said it, a little slutty too. Men were looking her up and down as they walked by, leering at her like she was on sale or something. I was actually a little embarrassed all of the sudden, though nothing about her had really changed. She didn't seem to notice the stares she was getting, from men and women. She was just intently scanning for any young girl that might be her sister. "Fuck me sideways, six ways from Sunday!" she said. Then she left again, heading back into the throng. "Need I say more?" the girl beside me said. "She's not like that! I swear!" I was getting snippy now. "If you say so, Anthony." Ah yes, Charlotte had called out to me. "You've been here for three hours. Did you see like a thirteen, fourteen year-old girl wandering around by herself?" "Other than me? No." "Well, she'd be blonde, a lot like Charlotte there. She's her sister." "Her sister?" "Yeah. We were supposed to pick her up. They've never even met. They didn't even know each other existed until like this afternoon sometime and..." I trailed off. The girl's face had gone pale. She was staring off in the direction Charlotte had disappeared. Her eyes were suddenly glassy and dazed-looking. "Wait a second," I said softly, as though seeing her for the first time. "Is your name Amy?" "Amanda, yeah. My mom calls me Amy. My friends call me Mandy." "So you're, like, her, aren't you?" "Mom told me they had a daughter named Charlene," she said. "Maybe I didn't hear her right." "Her name's Charlotte. Charlotte Lawsen." "Charlotte Lawsen," the girl said slowly, whispering. "Wow. I was sitting here talking to you all this time..." "Oh my god! She's beautiful!" "You said she was slutty," I chuckled, seeing a humorous irony in the whole situation now. "That was before she was my sister!" "I won't tell her. Don't worry." Then she got all scared. "I'm so sorry for everything I said about her! Please don't say anything! You won't tell her, will you?" "You didn't recognize her at all?" "I was looking for someone rich and classy-looking. I mean, not that she's not classy-looking. I mean- Oh, god! Don't tell her I said that! I'm so sorry!" "I won't tell her. I promise. And yes, she is rich and classy." I was staring at her now, trying to see some family resemblance. Mostly I was just surprised though. "So you've been here for three hours-" "Look, she's talking to some guy over there!" "What!?" I said, more angry than I wanted to sound. I looked and she was talking to a guy, an older guy. Well, a couple years older anyway. A good-looking blonde guy who looked like his parents paid his way through life every step of the way. He kept patting her shoulder, giving her little squeezes with his hands. "That must be that fling she was talking about. He's so old!" I didn't say anything. I just stared, listening to the corny jazz they were piping in over the P.A. system, and just staring. The song made me think of some slutty-ass cat strutting provocatively along the top of a fence in time to the music with her tail in the air. Then he hugged her. "How long have you two been together?" Amy asked me. "A few weeks now I guess. Not that long." "Why don't you go get her? Tell her you found me." I looked over at her, this girl who'd been waiting in the airport for over three hours, this girl whose mom was off dying in a hospital somewhere and who had to face the possibility of a whole new life with a new family, and who, to top it all off, just broke up with her boyfriend the night before because he was a selfish, self-absorbed lame-ass, just like me. "Sorry," I said. "What?" she asked, apparently snapping out of some deep thought. "Sorry. You're right. I'll go get her." This was supposed to be her and Charlotte's big moment, and I was sitting there like a pouty little brat kid, worried about some guy Charlotte barely even knew. I got up and went over to her. The guy had his arm around her and I resisted the urge to punch him in the face by simply remembering that I'd been between her legs as early as that afternoon. She was mine. "Hey there, Romeo," I said to the guy. "I'm Charlotte's boyfriend. I just came to tell her that I found her sister." The guy's cheesy smile faded from his face. He dropped his arm from off her shoulder and took half a step away from her, pushed back a little by my forceful confidence. "Oh my god! You found her!?" Charlotte squealed. "Yeah, she's over there, by those seats. I was sitting next to her the whole time." She saw me eyeing the guy down. "Anthony, this is Chev. He was just helping me look for her." Chev? What the hell kind of a name is Chev? I hated him with a seething passion. His cock had been in my girl, and there was nothing I could do to change it. He'd enjoyed her. Worse though, was that she'd probably enjoyed him just as much. "Well I found her for you, so Chev's off the hook," I said. Charlotte looked at me accusingly, like I'd just given him a rasberry and flicked a booger at him. "But we gotta go, Chev. It was nice seeing you again." There was an apology in her tone that I resented even more. "You still got the same number?" he said, boldly rubbing my nose in his unconcern for our relationship. "Yes, I do," Charlotte said. "Call me, okay?" Now Charlotte was rubbing my nose in it too? Fuck! We walked away toward Amy, and for some reason I felt like shit on the bottom of her shoe, just dragging along behind her like a bad smell she wanted to get rid of. "So was he good?" I asked. "What?" Charlotte said, honestly caught off guard by my question. "Chev. Was he good?" "What the hell are you talking about, Anthony?" "You two seemed real close there. I was just wondering how good he was when you fucked him." She stopped in her tracks, turning to face me. (God, she was beautiful, even when she was seething mad!) She just gaped at me like I'd just slapped her across the face. Then her surprise turned cold again, and she resumed walking. "Anthony, I'm about to meet the sister I never knew I had. If you can find it in your heart to not be a complete infant about my past relationships right now, that would really help me out a lot." "An infant?" I said. I was about to tell her that Amy had seen it with her own eyes, and that she thought Charlotte was being slutty too, but we were already there. "Amy?" Charlotte said to the girl on the bench. Amy looked up at her. "Amy, this is Charlotte," I said. There was no slow-motion dash into each other's arms like I'd imagined. They just stared at each other. "Where were you?" Charlotte said. "I was freaking out over there!" "I've been here since 6:30. I was just here talking to Anthony. " "Oh my god! 6:30? What happened? My dad told me 9:20." "I'm not sure why. I got the ticket right here. Flight 457. Departing 5:20. Arriving, gate 32, at-" "I am so sorry!" Charlotte said. "No problem. Anthony was just keeping me company here." "Why didn't you come and tell me you found her!?" "I didn't know it was her until a few minutes ago. I was looking for blonde hair, blue eyes, just like you. How was I supposed to know?" "My dad has dark hair though! You know that!" "Hey, don't worry about it, guys. It was just a mistake." Then they were staring at each other again. "So, you guys should hug or something. Isn't that how it happens in the movies?" Charlotte ran around the row of benches and Amy was on her feet by the time she got to her. They hugged. "Apparently we're sisters," Amy said. "Yeah. I'm so happy to meet you!" "I wish I could say I've heard so much about you, but..." "You look so much like my dad! Oh my god!" She did too, a young, female Ronald Lawsen. "My dad too, apparently." "Yeah! Sorry. I didn't mean-" "Don't worry about it. It's gonna take some getting used to." They broke the hug and Charlotte held her at arm's length looking her up and down. Amy was shorter, thinner, and darker than her, all dressed in black — black jeans, black hoody, black shoes — even black nail polish. She was probably wearing black underwear too. "So what's with the skirt?" Amy said. "You open for business, or what?" "What!?" Charlotte said, laughing nervously. "Sorry. I didn't mean it like that. I was just-" She turned bright red. I think she'd meant it as a joke, a joke where she came from anyway, and didn't know how to explain it. "Sorry," she said. "It's just- Girls don't dress like that where I'm from. The ones that do are considered, like... easy." "Easy?" Charlotte said, covering her tummy with her forearms. "I don't mean you're easy. I was just kidding. I'm just nervous. Sorry." She trailed off. Everything got all awkward. Charlotte looked like she wanted to hide somewhere. "Amy was just telling me how gorgeous you look a while ago, weren't you, Amy?" "Yes! Oh god, yes!" Amy blathered. "You're like a model or something! I'm so jealous!" "I think you're the most beautiful person I've ever seen," Charlotte replied. "You're like... Daddy, except you're my sister." And with that, Charlotte broke down bawling like a baby. Amy, looked happy, and still somewhat awkward, but she wasn't crying. They hugged again, and just held each other. "Wow! I can't believe it..." "Oh my god!" "I have a big sister." I walked around and picked up what I assumed was Amy's suitcase. There was a bag on the bench beside where she was sitting, but I left that for her. "We should-" I began. "Oh my god! Yes, let's get going! You've been in here all day. You must be dying to get out of here!" "A little," Amy said, glancing over at me. "We have so much to talk about! I have to tell you everything!" "I want to know everything." "Well, first of all, this is my boyfriend, Anthony. You met Anthony. What do you think of him?" "Honestly?" she said. "Of course honestly!" I swallowed nervously, wondering if I'd offended her somehow. "I think he's the bravest guy I've ever met." "What?" Charlotte said. "What do you mean?" "I mean he's dating you, and you're the most beautiful, sexiest person I've ever seen, and you've got guys everywhere who would love to take his place, or already have in the past, but he's still willing to give it a shot. That takes massive nuts." Whoa! I fuckin' loved that girl! Charlotte looked from her to me with awe on her face. I smiled, glancing down at the tiled floor of the terminal. I felt vindicated in one swift stroke. "And he's hot too," Charlotte said, taking my arm. "Isn't he so totally hot!?" Amy smiled, not looking at me. She didn't reply. We walked out of the airport into a new world. ------- Chapter 63: Strage Changes "Wow. Look at this place," Amy said, as we pulled into the driveway. "It's a mansion!" "Funny, that's what I said," I replied. "When I first saw it." We got out of the car and I got Amy's suitcase from the trunk. Charlotte took her smaller bag, and we walked up the walk toward the front door. "I hope you don't mind," Charlotte said. "I have some friends over." "Oh?" Amy said. "Cool." "Yeah. We're celebrating." "Celebrating?" Amy said. "Celebrating what?" Charlotte opened the door. There was a big banner hanging from the railing of the upstairs walkway that overlooked the main entrance: WELCOME AMY. Balloons and streamers were everywhere. Steve, Mick, and Janine had apparently seen us pull up and were waiting with a big cheer. Amy stopped in the doorway, looking around, half a smile on her face. The rest of her face was tangled with unreadable emotion. She turned and hugged Charlotte. They hugged for a long time as though they were meeting for the first time all over again. Janine was the first to approach. She gave Amy a great big hug as well and introduced herself. "Sorry if I look kinda dumpy. I've been having sex with my new boyfriend all day." Amy's eyes widened. Her face changed to surprise. Her smile turned to disbelief. "Well, not all day," Janine said. "Only a couple times. Here he is. Isn't he gorgeous?" Amy shook his hand. "Nice to meet you..." she began. "Mick," he said. "Mick! Hi, Mick. As in Mick E. Mouse?" She laughed nervously. "No. As in Damika, my grandmother." "Well, at least they didn't name you Dam." "This is Steve," Janine said. "And you already met Anthony." "Yes," Amy said, smiling at me. "Come on in, sis!" Charlotte said, with her half-giggle. She was still getting used to the idea. We all were. "There's food over here, if you're hungry. Drinks in the fridge. Giant screen TV. There's a pool out back. Whatever you wanna do, just name it." "Can I take my stuff to my room first?" she said, smiling politely. "Oh! Of course! Yes! Go upstairs. There's a guest room at the end of the hall on the right, across from the bathroom." I'd seen that door dozens of times, and I never knew what was in there. "Wow!" Amy said. "Look at this place!" I looked around, seeing it again for the first time myself, through Amy's eyes. It must have been overwhelming. "I'm gonna go change," Charlotte said. "I'll be right back." "I'll help Amy get her bag up to her room," I added. Amy left, following Charlotte up the stairs. "Where's Sheila?" I asked them. "She's locked up down in the studio with a plate of food. I don't think that girl plans on even sleeping this weekend, never mind coming up here to mingle." "She should at least come and meet Amy!" I said. "Yeah. I told her that. But she wouldn't listen. She won't show me what she's done so far either." I picked up the suitcases and headed up the stairs. "I'll go talk to her later," I said. Charlotte and Amy her in Charlotte's bedroom, and Amy was staring around like a tourist in a palace. The ceilings were high, the bed was wide, the carpet was thick. She stepped on it like her feet would dirty it or something. "Oh, come on! Don't be like that!" Charlotte said, dragging her into the room. "Your daddy's rich, girl! Get used to it!" I took Amy's bags to the room down the hall and placed them by the bed. This room was equally posh, but more furnished for an adult than a teen girl. The ceiling was just as high, but it was sloped downward toward the windows on the left. Everything was chocolate and tan in the room. It looked luxurious, like an over-priced hotel room. There was even a chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Up above the sloped ceiling were more windows, letting in light way up there. It was dark now of course, but it was probably a nice sight to wake up to. There was a little breakfast table over by the window and a shelf full of books on each wall. "What's with the handcuffs?" Amy said. "What?" I hadn't even noticed her sneak up behind me, never mind any handcuffs. "There, on the bed." On the wall at the head of the bed were two marble pillars, extending all the way to the ceiling. There was a length of chain hanging from each one with a handcuff at the end. "Wow," I said. "Kinky. I never noticed that. Well, you don't have to use them if you don't want to. It's your room after all." "Maybe I will use them. I wouldn't want to fall out of bed or anything." I approached the foot of the bed to place her bags down. Amy lifted an ankle cuff from the stone pillar that made up the foot of the bed. She let it tangle from its chain between her fingertips and then dropped it again. "Scary..." she said. "The Lawsens are, like... Well, I'll let Charlotte explain it." "Do I want to know?" "It does take some getting used to. I'm still trying to get my head around it after a few weeks of knowing them. They are great people though." "I'm sure they are. Charlotte seems really nice." Amy was talking to me like she'd come here to see me, and meeting Charlotte was a secondary thing. She was still nervous I suppose, and I was the first person in the city she'd met. It was like we were already friends. Charlotte came bouncing in and sat on the bed. "Look at these! Aren't they fun!?" she said. Amy stared blankly. Charlotte realized once again, that Amy was still getting used to all this, and she flushed, suddenly embarrassed. I also noticed she'd changed out of her slutty skirt, into a T-shirt and jeans. She still looked hot, but less slutty, less "open for business" as Amy had put it. I wondered if she'd done that for Amy's sake, to make her more comfortable, or for her own sake. Perhaps she was suddenly feeling embarrassed about her wild ways, now that she had a sweet, innocent teen sister to contrast herself against. I'd never seen her so self-conscious. There was an awkward silence. "Look up there!" Charlotte said. "The curtains are motorized." She pressed a switch by the bed and the curtains closed themselves with a quiet electric hum. "Cool, huh?" "Yeah." "You have your own private patio too!" "Where?" I asked. Charlotte bounced off the bed, and opened a window, which actually was a door it turned out, and stepped out onto the balcony. We followed her. "Wow," I said. "Yeah," Amy nodded. "See back there?" Charlotte continued. "That's the pool. This is the garden. There's another patio down there. It smells like flowers over here in the summer time. Gorgeous! I like tanning up here in the summer. You get great sun, and it's semi-private, if you wanna, you know..." She made a stroking motion with her fingertips. "Spin some scratches on a turntable?" Amy said. She did a little beat box imitation with her lips and made the same stroking motion with her fingers. "Oh my god! You're so adorable!" Charlotte said. "But, come on! You know what I'm talking about!" "I guess so. I just don't normally discuss that sort of thing with other people, especially with guys around." She tilted her head toward me, and flushed a bit. "Come on! You can't be serious!" Charlotte said. "We're sisters! We're gonna talk about everything! And don't worry about Anthony! He's cool. He knows all my secrets anyway." "Well, not all of them," I said. "Well, not yet I guess. But eventually you will." Amy went to the railing and looked out back toward the pool. Charlotte nibbled on her knuckle a bit, staring back and forth from me to Amy with a look of desperation in her eyes. I could tell she felt like she was blowing her first impression with Amy big time. I wanted to talk to her, let her know that she was doing just fine, that Amy was just overwhelmed by everything. It was all new to her. But I just smiled a half-smile at her and gave her a half-hug. "I'll leave you two alone. I wanna grab a bite," I said. What I really wanted to was to talk to Sheila. When I got downstairs, Janine and Mick were making out on the couch, hot and heavy, mouths locked, tongues dancing. His hand was up her shirt, and she had hers on the bulge in his pants, massaging him sensuously, like she couldn't wait to get him into the next bed they could find. "Guys," I said. "Easy on the public displays. Amy's still trying to get use to all this. Let's not weird her out." "Hey," Janine said, with a naughty little giggle. "She's in our world now. She has to get used to us, not the other way around." "Sure. I agree," I said. "But let's at least ease her into it, okay? She's also trying to deal with the shit with her mom. And she apparently broke up with her boyfriend last night." Janine jumped off of Mick like he was on fire. Suddenly she was sitting beside him, holding his hand like two kids at a church picnic. "Oh my god! Really?" she said. "Yeah. It can't be easy for her." "Is she all emotional and shit? Oh my god! That's so sad!" "Actually, she hasn't even mentioned her mom yet. She seems like she's more overwhelmed by this whole new-family thing." "Yeah." "Well, be affectionate and all, just don't be halfway down each other's pants. That's all." "Gotcha," Janine said, and she went back to kissing him. I gave them a thumbs up and headed downstairs. Sheila was indeed shut up in the control room, sitting there, with one hand on the mouse, and the other on her chin. Her brow was furrowed. She looked frustrated. She looked thoguhtful. She was dragging and dropping little pictures of me and Charlotte fucking around on a timeline window. Then she hit the spacebar and the scene spun into motion. We were covered in sweat and looked like were were exhausted from fucking. The shot changed and suddenly I saw a close-up of Charlotte's panting mouth. Then she stopped it again, and rearranged the shots on the timeline a bit. Damn it was hot! I got hard just from the ten seconds or so I'd seen. "Great work," I said. She suddenly looked up at me as though she hadn't even noticed me enter. She clicked off the monitor and turned to face me. "What, Anthony? What's up?" Cold and curt, like I was an interruption to her work — a nuisance. "Aren't you gonna come and meet Amy?" I asked. "I'll be up in a bit. This scene is pissing me off. I wanna get it done before I move on to anything else." "It looks incredible to me, like a real movie." "Gee thanks. Why don't you pat me on the head while you're at it?" "I'm serious, Sheila. I'm honestly blown away. You're kicking ass at this." "I try," she said. "Anyway, Amy's here now. She's upstairs. There's food too, if you want. We're gonna hang out." "How's Charlotte dealing with all this?" Sheila asked. "She seems very self-conscious. It's very cute. I've never seen her like that before." "Really? That's funny." "Yeah. Poor Amy was waiting at the airport for us since like 5:00. It was brutal. Charlotte's been a mess ever since. Well, that and the fact that some guy was all hanging off her at the airport." "Some guy?" Sheila said, flipping her monitor on again and reaching for the mouse. "Yeah, some ex of hers apparently, or some fling she had. Something like that. Anyway, we almost got in a fight over it too. Amy had to step in and go to bat for me." "Really?" Sheila said, dragging shots around on the time line again. "Yeah. She was being all cold and bitchy on the way over, and I was trying my best to cheer her up, but she told me I babble too much, and then just took off on me. Next thing you know she's hanging all over this guy at the airport. It was really shitty. I felt like garbage." "You did?" "Yeah. I mean, am I her boyfriend or aren't I? Even Amy saw it. She was totally dissing me." "Wow, you must have felt crappy," Sheila said, deleting a clip from the timeline, and then hitting undo. "Totally crappy! I didn't feel respected at all." "But did you feel more crappy than a girl who's looking at losing her mother, who's uprooted from her home and all her friends and left waiting in the airport for three hours to meet people she doesn't even know, who she's probably gonna end up living with, leaving her entire life behind? Did you feel more crappy than a girl who suddenly realizes that she's had a sister all this time, and that her daddy, the centre of her universe her entire life, is suddenly no longer hers and hers alone anymore, and who suddenly has to get used to the idea, and make the best of it, like it or not, and then makes a bad first impression and is now agonizing over whether her new sister really even likes her? Wow, Anthony, you must feel pretty crappy, if you feel worse than that." I didn't answer. She'd torn a strip off of me without even raising her voice, without even stopping her work on the computer. She'd put everything into perspective for me in one swift stroke. Suddenly all my complaints were small and petty. Suddenly I was being a selfish little infant, exactly as Charlotte had told me. "When you're done pouting over the little tragedies of the dream world that is your life, be a friend and take care of someone else for a change. It's not always about you." Ouch. Drag. Drop. Click. Undo. Click. I walked up behind her and gave her a hug. "Thanks," I said. "What for?" "For loving me enough to kick me in the ass when I need it." "What are friends for?" she asked, and a come shot was sucked off of Charlotte's face, back into my dick as she played the clip on screen in reverse. Then she hit play again and it flew out of me once more, slashing side to side in thick ropey streams. "Nice..." I said. "I hate this shot." "What!? It looks amazing!" "I wish I'd done it from the right side of you. It would fit better with the rest of the scene. See, Charlotte's to the right of you in every shot, and suddenly you're coming and she's to the left. It looks so amateurish." "I never would have noticed if you hadn't said anything." "Well I'm not doing this for you," she said. "Ever the perfectionist." "I'm only ever gonna do this once. I want it to be perfect." "Can't you flip the clip over? Like a JPEG? You know, mirror image?" She sat up suddenly and dragged down a menu, all excited. The next thing I knew Charlotte was on the right side of the shot and I was on the left. She rolled it back and hit play. It looked seamless. "I just hope no one notices the flower on her scrunchie is on the wrong side now," Sheila said. "What scrunchie?" I replied, watching the streams of wet sticky come paint her panting gorgeous teen visage. I patted Sheila on the head, teasing her, and turned to hurry out the door. She threw a pen at he, bouncing it off my ass, and I was gone. I now knew why she was so obsessed with finishing that movie. She was putting her heart and soul into it, agonizing over every little detail. I decided that if she wanted to stay down there all weekend I'd let her, without arguing. She was doing what she loved. She was happy, and that was cool with me. Amy was sitting on the couch with Mick and Janine when I got upstairs. She gave me a puzzled look as I emerged from the basement. "What's going on down there that you're grinning about?" she asked me. "I was just checking on the laundry," I said. Janine giggled. Amy looked at her, and then back at me, and then shrugged. "Steve left," Mick said. "He said he'd call you tomorrow about the thing." "Right," I said. "The thing. Right." "Charlotte, are you coming down or what!?" Janine called out. "What's she doing up there?" I asked. "No idea," Janine said, shrugging one shoulder. "I think she said she was gonna call her parents," Amy replied. "I'll go check on her," I said, and trotted up the stairs. She wasn't on the phone. She was in her walk-in closet, ripping all her clothes down and throwing them into a pile on the floor, visibly upset — so damn beautiful she took my breath away, but upset. "What's wrong?" I asked. Her pout turned into a grimace, and then a scowl, and then rage, and she started crying. "Oh, Anthony! I'm a fucking whore!" She ripped a skimpy top down off of a hanger, held it up, and then threw it angrily to the floor. "What!? What are you talking about?" "Look at all these clothes! What was I thinking!?" "I think you look sexy in anything," I said. But as soon as I said it I regretted it. It doesn't always have to be about me, Sheila had said. Charlotte was having a crisis, and the last thing she wanted was for me to argue with her about it, even if I was only trying to cheer her up. "Do you know how long it took me to find a simple pair of jeans and a T-shirt?" she said. "Fifteen fucking minutes! A quarter of an hour to find something that doesn't make me look like I suck dick on the street corner for fifty cents a pop." I didn't know what to tell her. I honestly disagreed, but that wasn't what she wanted to hear. What do women want to hear when they're emotionally distraught? I felt like I was walking over a minefield, trying to find the right thing to say to make her feel better. In the end I realized that saying nothing at all about her clothes was probably the best option. "I'm sorry," I said instead. "For what?" "At the airport, for acting like an infant. Here it is one of the biggest moments of your life and all I could think about was myself. Some boyfriend, huh? I'm sorry." "Why are you even with me, Anthony? I'm such a fucking slut!" She sat down in the middle of her piles of clothes and cried even harder. I did the first thing that came into my mind — I rushed her. I pushed her backward before she could even say another word, got on top of her, and kissed her hard, with everything I had. I kissed her mouth, I kissed her tears, I kissed her eyes. I even kissed her hands when she brought them up to nibble her knuckle again. She struggled a bit at first, but I was too strong. I wanted to make her see how breath-taking she was, even if I had to hold her down to do it. Slowly, she yielded to the force of my passion and just lay there, whimpering beneath me. Finally I broke the kiss and looked into her eyes. "You're as beautiful as you ever were, no matter what you wear. Nothing will ever change that in my mind. Just be yourself, Char, and let everyone think what they want. I'll still love you no matter what, if you'll still let me." She was shaking, breathless, and staring wide-eyed up into my face, shocked at my sudden flood of adoration, my forcefulness of pouncing upon her and pinning her beneath my passion. I held her hand, I touched her cheek, I stared into her eyes and brushed a tear from her cheek with a finger. Then I kissed the tear off my finger and shook my head in disbelief. "I'm amazed that someone as incredible as you could ever feel anything close to this self-loathing, or whatever it is. I'm lucky to even be with you. All I can do is scramble like a mad man, trying to be worthy of you, trying to fight all my faults and flaws and just try to be everything you deserve, hoping that you won't suddenly wake up one day and realize I'm not worthy of you. Not even close." She swallowed some burgeoning emotion. More tears fell. "You're not a slut, Charlotte. You're not a whore. You're a beautiful, confident, and sexy woman who knows what she wants, takes it, and enjoys it, and doesn't give a shit what people think of her." Her eyes fell away from mine. She wiped a tear from her cheek and sighed. "That's what I'm supposed to be," she said. "But right now I feel like I'm drowning in stormy seas, ready to go under once and for all." Then she was whispering, her voice stolen away by emotion. "I'm so tired of the fight. Every single day I fight with myself. I hear the cat-calls in my head. I hear the jeers. I hear what people are whispering. It plays over and over in my head until I just want to scream, but I put on a brave face and go back out there again, pretending to be this confident, secure, flawless and free person. But it's all an act. I don't even know if this is really who I am. I'm just like this because this is all I've ever known. And then Amy comes along and tears my whole facade down in one little sentence: 'Are you open for business?' God, Anthony! That hurt so much. Because it's true! Deep down inside I know it's true. She saw right though me in an instant and I hate myself now." Once again I was speechless. I just laid on top of her, between her legs, looking into her incredibly beautiful face and thinking about how no matter how rich, poor, popular, lonely, no matter how mean, nice, out-going, or introverted, beautiful or ugly someone is, we all basically go through the same insecurities. Nobody is rock solid with unshakeable confidence. Nobody is above self-doubt. Some of us are just better at hiding it than others. But deep down inside we all care what people think of us. Especially teens. Especially girls. I just kissed her again, softly, loving the taste of her, pleading with her without words to understand how much I adored everything about her. If only she could feel what I felt right then. If only I could blast away her pain with the love I felt exploding inside me. If only- "Guys?" Janine said from the door of the closet. "Amy's feeling kind of restless down there. We're gonna take her out for some ice cream. We'll be back in twenty minutes, okay?" Janine saw that Charlotte was upset. She didn't ask about it. "Thanks, Janine," Char said, and Janine left. It was quiet for a moment and then I added, "I wouldn't want you to ever be anything by who you are, Charlotte. That's who I fell in love with. That's who I love so much I'm feeling destroyed with insecurity every time another guy-" She stopped me, pressing her finger to my lips, and shaking her head. Then she pushed me up, rolled me onto my back and took my pants down to my thighs, freeing my cock, already hard from lying between her legs, from simply kissing her. She tugged her own jeans down, and straddled me, holding a finger to my lips to keep me from saying anything else, and guiding my cock into her opening at the same time. She sank back down onto it and I slid inside of her warm, wet sheathe. She was soaking wet for some reason, in spite of her emotion crisis, and I went in easy. "Wow," I stammered, loving the feel of her beautiful pussy like it was the first time all over again. "Yes, I'm soaked. You get me so fucking horny when you pull that aggressive shit on me like that. I get soaked no matter what's going on with me when you do that. I'm so fucking horny I could scream right now, because here my world is falling apart, and all I wanna do is fuck you. It's the only thought in my head right now." "Do you think I babble, Charlotte?" "Shh! Don't talk. Just let me..." She worked me in and out of her a few times, closing her eyes, loving the feel of my long thick cock plunging up inside her. She released a long, loving sigh, and began slowly grinding up and down on me while she continued. "I guess, maybe I am a slut deep down inside. I might as well accept it. I love fucking. I love cock. I love getting split wide open by a strong forceful man. I love being sprayed with come. I can't change what I am. I should just accept it and enjoy the ride. I should just be a slut and be happy that I'm still young enough and free enough and beautiful enough to enjoy it." "I love you, Charlotte. So much. Goddamn..." Her pussy was working such dizzying gooey magic on me that I immediately lost all thought but her motion. I pulled her down to me in a kiss and she fucked me like that for twenty minutes, there on the floor in her closet, surrounded by piles of her scattered clothes. The empty clothes hangers swayed and tinkled like wind chimes above us. She sat up, shut her eyes, and with one hand on my stomach and one behind her on my thigh, she fucked me hard, thrusting her pussy back and forth on me, grinding me around inside her, first forward and backward, then around in slow circles, then up and down with a back and forth curve to it, as though she were worshipping my very cock, or at least the feel of it inside her. "Maybe I am a slut. So fucking what! It feels so damn... fucking... good!" She came hard, shaking, pouring out wetness onto me that ran down my balls and onto the floor. She gasped. She shivered. She squeezed me hard, shuddering inside as well as out. Then she collapsed on my chest and just lay there while I throbbed inside her, pulsating, ready for my own release, but not impatiently so. She cried out long and loud, like she was in agony, but I knew nothing could be further from the truth. She was in ecstasy words could not even describe and that frustrated her and enthralled her at the same time, as it did me. "Oh, Anthony. You're wonderful," was all she could say. A minute passed. Then another. "Please come for me, Anthony. I feel so beautiful when you're coming." Sometimes it was all about me after all. I got up, turned her over, and fucked her toward an exploding climax. She held my forearms, raised her legs and let me take her, pumping her hard and steady, grunting and gasping at the delicious pleasure of the motion. She squeezed me hard inside her with every withdrawl, tickling me in the gooey lubricity of being hard and thick and thrusting inside her womanhood. It was gorgeous. She was gorgeous. She jiggled and moaned and gasped, and bucked, and bounced. I pummelled her with everything I had and she seemed to be in agony all over again. "Yes! Uh-huh! Yes! Give it to me! Harder! Come for me!" It wasn't the pleasure of her pussy that tipped me over the edge. It was the look in her eyes. That desperate, craving, worshipful look that told me without words that she would give me all her energy, her very soul if she had to, just for the joy of feeling my climax deep inside her. That's what clinched it for me. That's what made me come. I came hard, when I came, ploughing down to the bottom of her, throwing my head back and pumping out my ejaculation into the very deepest part of her. I grunted, I growled, I shook. I panted like a fucking animal, dripping sweat down onto her as she clutched my body with all her being, grinding against me with her ass thrust upward off the floor. She stared at me with wild-eyed awe, panting, and shaking herself, and winding her pelvis in delicious little circles against me as my orgasm completed. Then I collapsed onto her and we both lie there breathing and throbbing against one another, our hearts pounding and our bodies wet with sweat. "Ah! Ah! Oh my gah... Charlotte..." She held me like I'd just snatched her from the jaws of death or something, and wept hard into my neck. "Oh god, Charlotte..." There was nothing else to say. Our problems weren't solved, our worries hadn't disappeared, but we were all gooey and tingling from a sweet, hard, and intensely loving fuck, and that made everything a little easier to deal with, at least for a while. I sat up, slowly pulled myself out of her, and sat back on my heels. She got up, bowed down and licked and suckled my cock clean as though it were her duty as a woman. I shivered. She kissed it and then pulled my pants up for me, until next time. Then she wiped herself up and got her own pants up. We stood there hugging for the longest time, without speaking. The sex had said it all. ------- Chapter 64: Troubled Beauty "Have you seen the awesome job Sheila's doing down there?" I asked Charlotte. We were sitting on the couch, with Charlotte lying in my lap as we waited for Mick and Janine to return with Amy. "I peeked in, yeah. That girl's got skills. She's gonna go somewhere in the industry I think." "I hope so. She's got talent. "So do you." "And you." "Well, advanced cock sucking doesn't get you much in the career I hope to pursue one day." "Come on. You've got more talent than that. You're a people person. You know you are." She didn't respond, but she smiled up at the ceiling. I stroked her hair. "So you feeling better?" "About the wardrobe? Not really. Maybe I'll get over it after a while, but I've definitely had a big insight into myself. The whole slut thing — I think it was all about my deep down insecurities, you know? It made me feel safe and comfortable, being desired so strongly by guys. Now, I don't know. Now I just feel like it's a substitute for actually having a personality." "Come on, Char. You've got tons of personality." "Maybe so, but it's bugging me now that I let my sexy slut act override that personality. It was just safer. Now I see, Sheila, and Amy, and other girls like that, who don't have what I have — the raw physical beauty — and they've had to get by on their skills, and it makes me feel weak." "Maybe not weak. Maybe just lazy." "Maybe just scared." "Yeah, but knowing that now is a good place to start, right? You can deal with it now. You're not pretending." "Having an awesome boyfriend helps." She snuggled into me, kissing my tummy. "Just remember, dear," I said, "if you're ever feeling insecure: I'm no dummy, and I think you're the greatest thing since blueberry pancakes." "Thanks, but knowing you're actually an intelligent guy doesn't really reassure me. It makes me worry that at some point you'll wise up and realize I'm just a good piece of ass. You really should be with Sheila. She's got a brain in her head. She's got personality she doesn't have to substitute with tits and ass." "Don't talk silly, Charlotte. My heart is convinced. I adore you, everything about you. I don't want to be with anyone else, ever. Maybe saying so won't convince you, but unless you get sick of me, I'm still gonna be here loving you when you're old and grey." "I'll hang onto that dream at least..." And then Janine and Amy came bouncing in, giggling and laughing, and running for cover behind the couch across from us. Mick followed with ice cream all over his face. "Traitor! My girlfriend's a back-stabbing traitor! The insolence!" Charlotte giggled. "What the hell happened!?" "I figured I'd show him what's it's like to get his face creamed for once," Janine said. "Ew!" Amy replied, but she was grinning, wrinkling her nose, but grinning. "Mutinous dogs!" Mick bellowed. "I was driving! I couldn't even defend myself!" "As if you're really complaining about getting your face creamed anyway, girl!" Charlotte said. "Yeah," Janine answered. "You're right." Then she rushed him and began licking the ice cream from his face, slowly, sensuously, and thoroughly. We all stared, except me, who secretly watched Amy. Her nose was still wrinkled in apparent revulsion, but something in her eyes seemed a bit excited by the display. She actually looked very cute. They eventually broke into a long, loving kiss and Amy sat down and let out a loud "Ahem!" which apparently didn't even register in their shared universe. "So! Anyway!" Amy went on, loud, as though yelling over the din of a noisy crowd. "How about that local sports team, huh!?" "Yes," I said. "That local sports team is sure winning their share of games." "Quiet, you two," Charlotte said. "They're in love. There's nothing wrong with that." Suddenly Janine broke away. "We're in love? Says who?" "Well, you might as well be," Charlotte said. "The way you're carrying on." "Mmmmm," Janine purred, and went back to kissing him. "He just makes me feel all gooey and tingling inside, like it's damn good to be a woman when he's kissing me." "Oh, god! As if!" Amy said. "What is this? Have I walked into a fuckin' chick flick or something!? You guys have got to be joking!" "She's right, Amy," Charlotte said. "It sounds cheesy, but that's exactly what it feels like." "I wouldn't know, and I don't really care either!" "Didn't you feel that way with this boyfriend of yours?" Charlotte asked. She didn't answer right away, but then she blushed, and then she got all angry, or at least tried to sound angry. We could all see right though it though. "He was an asshole! All he cared about was getting into my panties, and that's just gross!" "Gross?" Charlotte and Janine said together. "Nuh-uh!" Janine said. "Not even close," Charlotte added. "It's the most beautiful thing ever, when it's with someone worthy." "Especially when you're in love," I added, and then Charlotte kissed me. "Okay! Chick flick! Right there! You're doing it again! What the fuck is with you people!?" "We're just telling the truth," Charlotte said. "Just because you've had a bad experience, doesn't mean that that's how it is. I've had a few bad experience myself, but being with Anthony makes it worth every moment of pain I got from the assholes who think with their dicks." "Amen," Janine said. Amy couldn't argue with that. She wasn't dumb enough to think her one experience was the definitive example of love. It was majorly significant, but she knew that little worm wasn't the only guy she'd ever be with. "So forgive us, Amy, if we hang on our boyfriends a little while you're here. And forgive them if they seem to like it. When you've got a good thing going, you've gotta just enjoy it." "I'm sure it'll stop when your parents get home!" Amy said, rolling her eyes. We all laughed, not at her, but at what she said. The truth was, ironically, that Charlotte's mom and dad were even worse than a couple of horny teenagers. Amy just stared blankly, looking at the inside joke from the outside, confused. "What's so funny?" Sheila said, suddenly appearing at the top of the stairs, heading toward the kitchen for a drink. "Amy figures all our public displays of affection will stop when Mister and Missus Lawsen get home." Sheila chuckled. "Actually that is kinda funny," she said. "What!? Why is it funny!?" Amy demanded. "Amy," I said. "You have handcuffs tied to the posts of your bed. Why do you think those are there?" She didn't answer, but I think she's was beginning to put two and two together. "Oh my god!" Charlotte said, suddenly changing the subject. "You know what!? Have you even seen a picture of Daddy yet!?" "I've been kind of nervous to ask," Amy said. "Come on! I'll show you." They jumped up and ran upstairs. Janine and Mick went back to kissing again, this time, sliding down onto the couch together. "How's it going, She?" I asked. "I'm pretty much done blocking out all the shots we've got finished so far. Steve left a few hours ago, but I've been able to work on some of the technical stuff he showed me on my own." "Steve left? When?" I hadn't even noticed. "I don't suppose you notice much of what's going on around you when a beautiful blonde has constantly got your cock in her mouth." "True," I chuckled. "Mmmm," Janine said. "Now you've got my mind wandering." She took Mick by the hand and led him downstairs. Mick grinned at me, I smiled, watching Janine's ass wiggle as she disappeared from the room. "Those two," Sheila said, doing a sarcastic impression of an old mother-in-law. "Always carrying on like a couple of teenagers." "Jealous?" I said, smirking at her. "A little. I've been watching your cock thrust in and out of Charlotte's various orifices all damn day and into the night. Partly I've gone numb to it and don't care if I ever see it again, but at the same time, I've been fucking soaking wet the whole time, and squirming in my chair." "You wanna get some later?" I asked. "Charlotte hasn't worn you out yet?" I pulled her down and kissed her. My cock stiffened. I placed her hand on it. She stroked it and squeezed it, appreciating it with her fingers through my pants. "I'll take that as a no." "I'll drive you home later, She. We'll get some alone time, okay? You've been too caught up in that whole film thing. You need some TLC." "Sounds nice," she said, and went back downstairs. "Hey, I called out to her. She turned around. "You still haven't met Amy." "I met her earlier while you were upstairs with Charlotte." "What do you think of her?" "She's cool, for her age." "I'm sure the stress has matured her a bit." "How's Charlotte dealing with it?" "She's having some issues, but more about herself, than with Amy." "Weird," Sheila said. Then she was gone. I could still taste her kiss, and as I sat there by myself thinking about making love to her again, just me and her alone, I realized for the first time that I actually loved her too. She was a dear friend to me, and had always been. I adored her and honestly felt tons of love for her flow through me all at once. "Weird," I said. Loving two women at once was a strange feeling, especially for a guy like me who was jealous and insecure and lonely more often than not, just a few weeks before that. I couldn't decide which of them I loved more, and the more I thought about it, the more I realized I actually had love for Janine, and Vanessa as well, even little Amy. Then I realized I was just ecstatically happy, and when you're happy, everything is beautiful. I went to the phone and phoned my mom. Just to say hello and let her know that I was fine. We chatted for a few minutes and I told her I would be by later to pick up some clothes. She said she would be in bed. If I knew her though, she would get up, just to give me a hug, offer me something to eat. When you're happy, everything's beautiful. Charlotte and Amy came bouncing down the stairs again, talking about all the places they were gonna go together and the things they just had to do. Well, it was mostly Charlotte talking, and Amy smiling quietly. Mick and Janine came stumbling up the stairs after a while, grinning and giggling like a couple of drunks, but mostly sighing and smiling, feeling complete. Good sex will do that to you apparently. We talked about what was going on the next day, how Charlotte and I had classes, but Mick and Janine would be able to take Amy around the town. Amy never doubted it for a moment, and was actually kind of excited to hang out with them, even though she'd only met them a few hours ago. "Just promise me you'll come up for air once in a while, you two." "I promise nothing," Janine said, and kissed him again. Amy groaned, but didn't even wrinkle her nose this time. She just stared, sort of dazed, and then suddenly looked away, trying to pretend like they were being "so silly!" I said nothing, though I knew she was actually a little excited by the intense display. I just smiled at her and shrugged. She rolled her eyes. Then Sheila came upstairs and asked if I could drive her home. She needed a shower and a change of clothes. "What have you been doing down there?" Amy asked. "A project for school, of course," Sheila replied, without batting an eyelash. It was the standard line we'd all been using, and it had almost become an inside joke. I got up and kissed Charlotte, telling her I'd be back in a while to sleep in her arms, and she shivered, kissing me sweetly. "Can't wait," she said. "Also," I whispered. "Sheila and I are gonna have some alone time, so to speak. Is that okay?" "Of course it's okay, dummy. Give her pussy a punishing workout for a change. Let mine rest." She honestly felt that way too; she wasn't just saying it, and that was beautiful. So I got Sheila home, and she said hi to her mom in passing, as she dragged me by the hand into the basement. I raised an eyebrow at Vanessa, who I'd fucked good and hard that afternoon. She was sitting on the couch, reading a magazine with a glass of wine, wearing a baby doll negligee and looking incredibly hot. "Have fun," she mouthed at me, and went back to her magazine. Sheila got me down onto her bed, and tugged my pants down, staring into my eyes, not smiling, not talking, just eyeing me up like I owed her. Moments later she was going down on me, almost fucking worshipping my cock with her mouth, and all I could do was lie there and smile, enjoying her pleasurable affection. "Having fun?" I asked. "Shut up and fuck my mouth. Come down my throat, you sexy fucking asshole. I hate you for making me love being a fucking whore like this. I hate you for being so fucking hot. I hate you for making me feel like fucking you is the only happiness I'll ever know. It's so stupid, but it's all I can see. Anything else just seems... not right." "Wow. Where did all this come from? I'm still the same guy, you know. I haven't changed." "I guess it's just me then. I want to fuckin' suck on you and fuck you, and have your come all over me like I'm a goddamn rag or something, and do nothing else for the rest of my life, and that doesn't even bother me, cause it's you doing it, and that's making me feel so angry and ashamed for some reason." "Why?" I asked. "I don't know." And she went back to lustily sucking my cock, eagerly, almost desperately, diving down on it over and over again, on a quest for its come. The come came, and she moaned gratuitously, jerking it out of me with her hand as it flooded into her mouth. I gasped, and grunted, spewing it out with all my strength, as though I owed it to her indeed. But what a happy debt to pay. "Tell me I'm your little whore," she said, almost angrily. "What? Why!?" "Just say it! I wanna be your little whore. I wanna be your come whore. I wanna be a little rag for you to come all over, Anthony, worshipping your cock whenever you'll let me. I don't know why, but it's making me so hot, and I want to hear you say it." "What the hell is wrong with you Sheila?" I asked. "No! I'm not gonna fucking humiliate you like that. That's sick!" She bit me, hard, angrily. I flinched. "OW!" "Say it! Say I'm your come whore! Call me your fucking little slut. Please!" "What the fuck, Sheila!" I didn't want to say any such thing. A while before that I was wanting to tell her how much I loved her. "Anthony, please!" she said. Her voice was cracking with emotion now, as though I was breaking her heart. "You're my little come whore, Sheila. I love filling your mouth with my load. It makes you even more beautiful than you already are." "No! I'm just a fucking little come whore! I'm not beautiful! I'm a hole you come into! I'm not even human! Say it!" "No! That's ridiculous!" "God dammit, Anthony! I'm begging you! Just humour me here." "I don't understand." "You don't have to understand. I just want you to call me a walking fucking fuck hole. A human cum dumpster. Your cum dumpster. Don't ask why. Just do it!" This was really weird. Perhaps she'd spent too much time alone in that little room down there, watching porn that she'd created. "No! And I'm not doing anything else with you until you tell me what the hell is going on with you." "No!" she said back, angrily, and she pounced on me, pinning me down, yanking her pants and underwear off, and jamming herself down onto my cock. Her tight little pussy yielded to the force of her anger and I split my way into her, all the way to the bottom, as she wriggled her ass downward, wincing and shuddering as my cock stretched her virginal walls on its way in. There really were tears in her eyes now. She didn't talk anymore. She didn't ask me to call her a whore. But she sure did act like one though. She grunted and gasped and whimpered and panted and moaned. Her pussy was so tight it seemed to be sucking on me, chewing on me with its muscular squeeze. She was obviously in pain, but she was ignoring it. She was wet, and burning hot, and she moved like a demoness on me, all angry and growling, and yet weeping at the same time. I was pained by her apparent emotional turmoil, but I had no complaints at all about the feel of her sweet little pussy, pleasuring me with such sweet swirls and swoops and slippery suction. All I could do was hang onto her waist and let her take me. "Come for me!" she cried out. "Come, come, come! Oh, god! I wanna feel it!" I couldn't though, as wonderful as it felt, I couldn't come. It was beautiful, and sexy, and slippery, and squeezing, and delicious in every imaginable way, but I couldn't come. Part of me didn't even want to, it was just too much ecstasy feeling her move on me like that, watching her angry fuck-me eyes, glaring down expectantly at me, hearing her pant and groan, frustrated, but feeling just as much raw hedonistic pleasure as I was. It was hurting her, but somehow she apparently loved it that way. She seemed to celebrate every thick stretching inch of me with every grinding, thrusting bounce she made, stroking me all the way to the bottom of her, and then swirling off of me again. It almost seemed like she was trying to hurt herself with my cock, like she was angry that it felt so good. It was the strangest experience I'd had so far. Suddenly she was coming, and when she came, she completely broke down, not only coming, but full-out bawling, shaking, and shivering like a baby. "No! No! No! It's not supposed -" "It feels beautiful, Sheila! Oh god! It's so nice!" "I know!" But somehow it was a bad thing, and all I could do was hold her as the orgasm shook through her. And she cried like a baby in my arms, as though her heart was completely shattered. When it was over, when we'd been laying there breathing in silence for a good fifteen minutes, I slowly lifted her face to mine and kissed her. She was so beautiful right then I wanted to die. Her eyes wet with tears, her hair all over, stuck to her face with sweat, her lips pouty and quivering and as wet as her pussy. She looked like she'd just witnessed her own death or something though, and everything inside me wanted to do nothing but hold her and make her feel safe and happy and secure in my arms. I wanted to tell her I loved her, that I always had, ever since that day when we were kids and I scraped my knee on a fence and she put a band-aid on it for me, giving it a little kiss, and smiling up at me. But I didn't. I just kissed her, stirring my cock inside her, still enjoying the pleasure of her slippery tight squeeze. "You still haven't come yet," she whispered, still a little out of breath, just from the sheer size of me inside her. "I don't need to. It feels beautiful just like this, just kissing you." Suddenly she was mad all of the sudden. "Fuck off, Anthony. Don't talk like that. Don't talk down to me like I'm Charlotte junior." What the hell? "I'm sorry. I'm just being honest. Is that was this is about? Are you mad about me being with Charlotte?" "I told you, I'm mad that you've made me love the idea of just being your little whore. I hate it and I love it and I hate it at the same time. I hate myself, and yet I love being me inside my skin, with you inside me, and me on you, and feeling your heartbeat pulsing in your cock and feeling every little texture and vein on that fat little monster as you move inside me, and feeling absolutely fucking gorgeous just being this wet for you, and letting you inside me because I'm so wet like this, and I fucking hate it all!" "Why?" "Because it's so beautiful." "And?" I honestly didn't understand. "And it makes me feel like a piece of dead meat, with a living mind, trying to grasp heaven between my legs. It's too much. All my flaws and fuck ups are magnified as bright as the burning hot sun, and I'm just a piece of meat trying to grasp heaven. The closer I get, the more dead I feel inside. I... I- Oh, fuck me, Anthony! That feels so-" I'd been stroking inside her as she talked, loving the total beautiful, complicated mystifying package of a woman that she was, physically and emotionally beautiful, like a sudden storm on a hot summer night. She was crying again, and it was so horribly beautiful and frighteningly confusing that I wanted to cry to. I fucked her again, and this time I got on top and really gave it to her, hurting her with desperate angry passion that she seemed to love. The more I hurt her, the more she urged me on, until she was outright screaming. Her screams echoed off the walls and I was sure her mother could hear. It sounded like I was killing her, and one would have called an ambulance if she wasn't also screaming "Oh god! Fuck me, Anth- Fuck me harder! Fuckin' Fuck me! Fuck! Oh god!" in between agonized screams and sobs of apparent agony. Charlotte loved being a woman with me inside her; Sheila somehow hated it, but celebrated that hot angry passionate hate at the same time, loathing the pleasure I gave her, wanting to hurt instead, but feeling deliciously whorish and nasty and wantonly, unapologetically filthy in the abandonment of her dignity. I fucked her and she loved hating it, and hated loving it. She came again, and I still didn't stop. She came a third time, and by then I was going steady like a piston engine inside her, and all she could do was hang on as I pummelled her with my thick, spearing hardon. Finally I came, and I jammed myself into the very bottom of her. She clutched at me. She cried out. She squeezed me between her legs like I would be snatched away into the cosmos if she didn't. I emptied myself completely, of come, of sweat, of every last crackle of energy I had, and then I collapsed on her and she clung to me like I was all she had in the world, me and my throbbing, spurting cock. Everything else was darkness and black void, outside her little bed. Well, eventually she relaxed too, and we just lay there breathing, not talking, not moving, except for her softly stroking my hair, and me giving her the occasional throb of my cock, just to be sure it wasn't all a dream. Then I got up and pulled myself out of her. There was blood. I was surprised. I was scared. "What did you expect?" she said. "That was the sexual equivalent of a nightstick beating." "I'm sorry..." "Do I look like I'm complaining?" "No, but..." I looked down at her gaping, wounded pussy. Blood and come trickled from it. It almost looked like a stab wound, and yet it was gorgeous at the same time. "It's my sacrifice," she said, looking down at it herself. "My sacrifice to you as a lover. I don't know how to explain it, but the pain is somehow even more beautiful than the pleasure, 'cause I know it's you. It just feels... right." "Well you came too, so it wasn't all bad." She sighed sadly, as if the closeness we'd been feeling suddenly vanished and she was looking at me from across the darkness and void. "You'll never understand, Anthony," she said, and there was a tinge of sadness to her voice that almost broke my heart all over again. "I guess not," I said. "Sorry." "It's just another beautiful agony though, not being known, not being understood." "I guess," I said. I prefer knowing everything there is to know; I hate being confused, misunderstood, afraid. It made me feel lonely, and I hated that. Sheila seemed to love it though. Maybe it's all she'd ever known. Charlotte never asked about what had gone on with Sheila and I when I got back to her place later on. I stopped to pick up a change of clothes at my house and showered, and then I went back to Charlotte's. She was asleep when I got there, hugging her pillow, snuggled up in her blanket. I peeked in on Amy down the hall. She was asleep too, just as beautiful, but kinda troubled looking. She looked like a child fading halfway into womanhood, or a woman still clinging to her childhood, at least in the innocence of her sleeping face. I don't know. She looked troubled though. I pulled her covers up over her shoulder and kissed her on the cheek. I gathered she couldn't have been too peaceful, a thousand miles away from her dying mom. Then I went and lay down beside Charlotte. She snuggled up to me when she felt my weight on the bed next to her, and I laid on my back staring up at the ceiling, thinking about Sheila, all by herself in that bed in that basement. I wished she was there with me. I wish I'd told her I loved her. Her and that little band-aid on my knee. ------- Chapter 65: Hard Arguments I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of distant moaning. My head was fuzzy, my body was exhausted, but the sound was unmistakably sexual. Very faint, very distant, but definitely someone fucking, somebody somewhere in the house. Charlotte was right there beside me, sleeping soundly. Who else was in the house? Mick and Janine? No. They'd gone home while I was out at Sheila's. There was only... Amy! I'd completely freakin' fogotten about her for a moment, like she didn't even exist. Man, I was fuzzy in the head! I swung my legs off the bed, feeling stiff and sore all over my body, like I'd been beaten up. I felt old, tired, drained. Well, what did I expect in a week like that? I was in good shape, but no Navy Seal or anything. My body could only take so much. I'm not even sure how I woke up out of such a dead sleep. "Uh! Fuck... me! Yes! Oh god, yes!" a distant voice said, faint and hushed. Who was it? I didn't recognize the voice. Charlotte's door was closed, but I could hear it. I swung my legs off the bed and she rolled away without waking, turning to hug the pillow on the right side of her. Her ass peeked out from the sheets and I sat in a sleepy daze for a moment, just admiring its sweet roundness. "I'm gonna come! I'm gonna- Here it comes!" I snapped out of my daze. Someone was fucking. It damn sure wasn't Amy. So who was it? Had the Lawsens come home early? No. Impossible. I rose to my feet, scratched my head and stretched, then shuffled tiredly to the door in my underwear -- maroon-colored boxers with black stripes. I remember that vividly. The door opened and I heard the sex, louder now. It was coming from the Lawsens' bedroom across the hall. The door was open a crack. The light was out, but I could see the dim flicker of a television lighting the floor outside the door, and the wall across the hall in pale, flesh-colored hues. The hall was otherwise dark. I walked over the carpet and push the Lawsens' bedroom door. It swung on its hinges without a whisper. There with her back against the Lawsens' bed, sitting on the floor, was Amy, watching a porn video. Some guy had just finished coming all over a beautiful blonde's face, and she was licking it off her fingers with ravenous delight. Amy looked horrified, like she was watching bodies being pulled from a train wreck. She was hugging her knees, biting her right thumb, staring with morbid curiousity and rapt attention. Though it apparently mortified her, she couldn't turn away. "That settles the mystery of Lady Chatelaine," the man on screeen said, wiping his cock across her lips. The man was Doug Devone. I recognized the voice. The woman sucked him into her mouth again, and gave its head a slurping, sucking kiss, releasing it with a sensuous pop. "Yes, sir. It does," she said. The scene faded and then cut to a brunette in the bath, washing her long sensuous legs with a white sponge. She had beautiful round breasts with high and swollen nipples. Her lips were full and pouting. She moved slowly, along with the soft music that played, and the candles in the room lit up the dropplets of water on her skin like jewels. Amy's face went slack, less disgusted and more awed. She watched almost without blinking, wondering what would happen next. A man entered. I recognized him from the party the Lawsens had thrown the other night. "It's done, Julia. Mr. Jerrickson has seduced Lady Chatelaine and gotten it all on tape. Victory is ours." The woman in the tub did not look up. She raised an eyebrow as though she'd known it all along and continued washing. "So then everything's gone exactly according to plan," she said. "... except for one small detail." The man looked askance at her, saying nothing. She rose from the water, dripping wet and glowing from the heat, and pulled him forward. "You still owe me a good hard fucking. Or have you forgotten our little wager on the steadfast virtues of Lady Chatelaine?" Again he did not reply, but when she unzipped his pants and pulled his generously-sized cock out, he did not refuse. She tugged and stroked at him, lifting her mouth to kiss him and soon he was fully erect in her hands. "I didn't think you'd object," Julia said, and then she dropped slowly out of the bottom of the shot, and the camera zoomed in on his face. His steely gaze faded from stoic strength to dawning ecstasy. "We both win this one," he said, and the shot cut to a close-up of her tongue working some dexterous magic on the shaft of cock. The base of him was at her chin, the head was above her hairline. He was huge when erect. Amy seemed to be going crazy, completely astonished. She extended both hands toward the screen in disbelief and then slapped both palms to her cheeks, gasping as the woman sucked the man's hardness into her mouth. I grinned, walking into the room and looking at her from the shadows by the closet. I could see awe, wonder, and revulsion written all over her face. She was a girl, not yet fourteen, watching her first porn. She apparently could not believe that people actually made movies like that, where people have hardcore graphic sex every four minutes with little or no hesitation, big fat cocks disappeared into mouths, vaginas, and tight little asses without the slightest complaint from either participant, come flew like candy, raining down on excited young women who lapped it up eagerly and went back for more. It was a whole new universe to her. Amy was blown away. From this new angle I noticed she was sitting there in her underwear — a little bra and panties. I gathered she'd gotten up for a drink or a trip to the washroom and wandered in here curious about the Lawsens' private life. The drawer beneath the television was hanging open and there were racks and racks of DVDs in there, dozens of movies. She'd apparently selected one and pressed play. The Seduction of Lady Chatelaine came on the screen and she'd been sitting here watching for over an hour now. This was apparently the last scene. I let her watch it in silence, watching her with as much morbid curiousity as she had in watching the action unfold on screen. Her mind was being deflowered in a way and it was strangely exciting to behold. The look in her eye, though she was painted with disgust, betrayed an underlying arousal that could not be hidden. She'd sat there watching the entire thing afterall, though she could have switched it off at any time. Apparently she was not the little priss she made herself out to be. The action progressed on the screen and Amy was now watching the man slide his thick hard cock into Julia from behind, as she bent over, holding onto the edge of the bathtub, and arching her back, thrusting her ass backward at him in eager invitation. His cock poked into her, secured itself in her grip, and then slid all the way in, down to the bottom of her in one smooth, wet, pussy-gorging stroke. He was thick, and you could see the mouth of her vagina yawn into a wide O to accodate him. You could see her redden as the nerves awoke to the tingling friction of his thrusting. She was slickened with excitement though, and he got to the bottom of her with apparent ease and mutual satisfaction. "Ah god, that's a beautiful cock!" she said, almost growling from the sweet, burning stretch. "I've waited so long for this, Mr. Remington, and you do not disappoint." The look of disgust had finally faded from Amy's face. Now she simply stared with a blank sort of hypnotized gaze as the man began pumping himself in and out of her beautifully snug hole. Amy's mouth was open and her eyes shone in the darkness, dancing with the reflections of the sin on screen. And she still didn't know I was there, though I was standing a mere six feet away from her. She was entranced and oblivious, struck dumb by the raw animalistic, unapologetic sexuality being paraded across the screen before her. Finally I spoke, scaring the freakin' hell out of her. "Good show, Amy?" She jumped. She squeaked, almost screaming aloud, but stopping herself. She suddenly found herself caught, naked except for her underwear, and worse, watching porn! She didn't know which to be embarassed about first. She scrambled for the remote control, she leapt onto the bed to dive for cover on the other side, stabbing at buttons as she quickly backed up, and then she slid right off the edge on the other side, sideways, cracking her head on Stephanie's endtable with a loud smack. Ouch! I leapt over the bed after her and found her lying on the floor, out cold. Yikes! Not good! She was breathing at least. I sighed with relief. "Damn!" I said in the darkness. I scooped her up in my arms, finding her surprisingly slim and light in spite of my fatigue, and I hurried out of the bedroom and down the stairs to the living room where it was brighter. I laid her gently down on the couch and checked her head. She was not cut, but there was a great bruise swelling on the right side of her head, above her ear. The edge of the night table was curved, but very solid wood. I went to get some ice from the fridge. Moments later I had her lying across my lap, holding the ice in a tea towel against her bruise. It took her a while to come around. I just held her there, stroking her hair and shifting the icepack back and forth so her skin wouldn't freeze. I waited, thinking what a headache she would have tomorrow, and hoping it wouldn't interfere with her plans to run around with Mick and Janine while we completed the final shots. If she'd really hit her head hard and had a headache all day, she might not want to go anywhere. Damn! It was just a small bruise though. Maybe she was barely hurt at all and just fainted from shock. Yes, that was it... I hoped! Then my mind wandered all of the sudden. And where else would a young man's mind wander to when he had a naked young lady lying in his lap in only her bra and panties? She already had A-cup breasts. And a puffy little mound down between her legs. Her white cotton panties were soaked right through. I could clearly see the damp patch that had spread over her crotch. Apparently, in spite of her revulsion, she'd wet herself watching the thing. I grinned. Then I stopped myself. What the fuck are you doing, Anthony!? She's Charlotte's little sister! And she's only thirteen! Well, almost fourteen, in a few weeks, but still! ... she had a puffy little mound down there, swollen with arousal and her panties were soaked right through. She was certainly responding like a woman, physically if not intellectually. "Oh, my fuckin' head..." she moaned. "Wha- Where... ?" Her eyes opened a sliver and she saw me looking down at her. "You fell off the bed and banged your head," I said. "I brought you down here to put some ice on it. You okay?" "Oh, my fuckin' head..." she said again. "You gotta be careful, jumping around on a bed like that." "Ow!" Then she suddenly remembered what had happened. "Oh my god! You were like, standing there the whole time!" "For about five minutes." "Why didn't you say anything!?" "I did, and look what happened — you almost cracked your head open." "Shit." "Don't worry about it. I'm not gonna tell anyone." "I just couldn't sleep. So I was wandering around the house. I went out on the patio. I looked up at the stars. I went down the hall and checked in on you guys. I went down the hall and poked around my dad's room, and that's when I found those videos! I couldn't believe it!" "You looked pretty shocked." "That stuff is so sick! I almost puked!" Sure, you did. I thought to myself. That's why you're soaking wet down there, ready for a nice fat cock of your own. (Shut up, Anthony!) "I can't believe people actually get off on that stuff. It's so gross!" "But you did watch the whole thing," I said. "Yeah, well, I..." "Uh huh," I said, patronizing her. "Shut up! I was just watching it cause I couldn't believe how sick it was. It was so gross! Totally!" "So you watched the sickest thing ever... for like an hour?" "No! I- Shut up! I did not!" "You just said you did." I was chuckling now. She was so freakin' cute. She didn't reply, but her face was turning some cherry shade of red. "Ah, my fuckin' head!" she said. Then she opened her eyes and suddenly realized she was lying mostly naked on my mostly naked lap. Her cheek was inches away from the bulge in my underwear. "Wha!" she said, and jumped up again, or at least tried to. She got halfway up to a sitting position and something in her head went no-I-don't-think-so, and she flopped back down on my lap again. She covered her chest with her arms, but kept one hand on the icepack. I continued to stroke her head. "Ow!" she whined. "Why did I have to hit my head!?" "You got caught watching people fucking. You were embarassed." "I was not watching it!" "Were too! I saw you!" "Well you saw it! Wasn't it sick!? Those guys were shooting stuff on those girls' faces, and they were like, licking it off and shit. O-my-god! Ew!" "And yet you kept watching..." "So!? It was sick! I just wanted to see what would happen next." "So you liked it, in a way." "No! I never!" "You must have." "Okay! Whatever! I don't wanna talk about it anymore. Just don't tell anyone." "I won't." "Swear!" "I swear. But you'll come to find out, as you get to know this family, that they don't think it's as gross and sick and 'O-my-god! Ew!' as you do." "I don't get it. Why do they have so many? Are they like, sex fiends or something?" "You might say that. They're very open about sex around here. It might take some getting used to. You're gonna have to let go of your disgusted attitude sooner or later. Sex isn't as gross as you think." "But they squirted that... stuff! All over her face!" "Was it really, so gross, Amy? Honestly?" "Yes!" "Why?" "Because!" "That's not an answer." "It is to me!" "You're funny." "I am not. It was gross." I looked down at her, right into her eyes. "I don't believe you really feel that way. I think you just want me to think you do so that I don't think you're easy, like the girls in your old neighborhood." "I'm not!" "I know you're not. But just because you enjoyed watching that porn vid, doesn't mean you are either." "I didn't!" "Yes you did. You watched it for an hour, and you got really, really wet and tingly between your legs." "I did not!" she said, loud enough to wake Charlotte. Charlotte didn't wake though. Amy forced herself up this time and wriggled over to the other end of the couch to hide herself, curling into a self-concious little ball. "Don't worry, Amy. I'm not gonna think less of you for liking porn. I like porn. Charlotte likes porn. Your dad and Stephanie obviously like it too. It's normal. It's healthy. It's sexy." "It is not! It's gross!" She sure liked to argue, but my confidence was unnerving her. "So why are you so wet then? You're still wet, just thinking about it, aren't you? The way the dick slides in. The way his muscles move. The way-" "Shut up!" She slapped her hands over her ears, trying to block out my words, and accidently hit her bruise. "OWIE! Shit!" She slouched down onto the couch again, letting her head sag back over the arm. Her pelvis came forward and her legs opened a bit. Yup. She was still wet. I could see it. Trouble was, seeing her like that, I started to get hard. Before I knew it my erection was poking out of the top of my shorts. There was nothing I could do to hide it. I didn't want to hide it though. I wanted to see her reaction. "See, look, you're still wet right now." She slapped her legs shut again and tried to sit up. "Oh my god! You're such a perv! You're like-" She stopped, seeing my erection for the first time. Her words died in her throat and she just stared with that same hypnotized gaze she had upstairs. Then she snapped out of it just as quickly. "What are you doing!?" she said, turning away and covereing her eyes. "Why are you showing me that!?" "I guess I just wanna prove a point to you." "What point!?" "That sex isn't as gross as you pretend to think it is." "It is! Sluts have sex and I'm not a slut!" The gal sure liked to argue. "Beautiful loving couples have sex too, and they love it." "But they're not all sick about it!" "Sometimes they are. It's fun, Amy. I know you think it's sexy, at least somewhere inside you. You just have mental blocks about it." "So!? I can't think whatever I want." "Sure. Of course you can. But life and love won't be nearly as much fun." "Will you put that thing away?" she said, waving at me with her hand without looking. "I can't. When it's hard it doesn't fit in my underwear. Charlotte loves it. It's her favourite toy. Go ahead and look. It won't kill you. It might make you a little wetter, but it won't kill you." "No! As if I'm gonna look!" "Go ahead and look." (Suddenly I felt like I was eleven again, in the attic with Sheila.) She looked up at me, but not at my dick. She was trying to look fierce, controlled, but I saw right through her. Her eye was twitching as she spoke. "You're my sister's boyfriend. I'm not supposed to be looking at your... thing." "My... thing?" I said, chuckling again. She was so freakin' cute. "That! Your di... ck..." She couldn't even say the word. I smirked again, and I caught her stealing a glance down. "Did you ever see your boyfriend's?" "He shoved it in my face. I couldn't not look!" "Not as big as mine I'll bet." She actually cracked a bit of a smile. She shook her head and turned away, blushing again. I sat up a bit and slid my underwear off. "What are you doing!? What if Charlotte walks in!?" "She'd probably climb on it and fuck me." "Right in front of me!? As if!" "You'd be surprised." "She wouldn't care that you're showing your dick to her sister?" She glanced over. She glanced down. She quickly glanced away. She licked her lips, nervously. She hugged her knees. "Probably not. She knows I wouldn't do nothing with you." "So why are you sitting here naked then?" "Just trying to prove a point, like I said." "What point?" "That you don't really think sex is as gross as you pretend. That you actually like seeing a guy naked. That you're completely soaking wet, and even though you wish you weren't, there's nothing you can do about it, and at the same time you kinda like it. It feels sexy. It tingles. It feels like it wants something." "It does not!" She was horrified now, but she never really yelled. She just whispered fiercely at me. Her eyes flared wide like a cornered wildcat. "It does. Close your eyes and think about it. Listen to what it's telling you." "What the hell are you talking about!? It's not saying anything!" "Look. You're nipples are hard too. I bet they're tingling and you can feel it in your tummy and on down into the wetness, all gooey and sexy and slippery." She slapped her arm across her chest, trying to hide that I was exactly right. She crossed her legs. She could have got up and run away — I was well aware of that, as many older girls had done that to me in the past — but she didn't. "I am not! Stop it! You're being gross!" "Who are you trying to convince, Amy? Me, or yourself?" "I don't need to convince myself. I know you're being gross!" "Maybe it's gross, maybe it isn't, but it doesn't change the fact that it's completely and totally true," I said. "I'll be upstairs if you wanna talk about it some more. Otherwise, goodnight." "Goodnight," she said, crossing her arms, all in a huff. I got up and my erection hung down from my belly, sticking straight out in front of me. I turned and it pointed right toward her face. She looked at it. Her hands were shaking. She backed away a bit, sinking back into the couch as though I might come all over her or something. "Just one more thing, Amy," I said. "Think whatever you want about sex, porn, guys, dicks, fucking, come shooting all over someone's face, whatever. Think whatever you want, but for god's sake, be honest with yourself. You'll never be happy if you're not honest with yourself, deep down inside. If you really are turned on, just be honest with yourself about it. Stop trying to hide behind this prissy-ass facade of yours. Nobody's fooled." She didn't say anything. She just stared up at my face like I was a ghost or something. She suddenly looked incredibly scared. "What's wrong?" I asked. "That's like, exactly what my mom said to me before I left, the last time I saw her. Not about the sex stuff, but about being honest, and never being happy." A tear welled up in her eye. "I guess maybe it's true, huh?" Suddenly I felt bad for bugging her so much about sex. The poor kid. Now that I saw the tear spill down her cheek, I remembered that she was on the verge of losing her mom. Everything I said to her was true, but the timing was wrong. Now she was upset. Damn! Me and my big mouth. "Well, I'm going to bed. Come see me if you need anything." "Anthony, wait!" "Yeah?" "Don't go, okay?" "You okay?" "No. Not really." "What do you need?" "I wanna go back to bed. My head still hurts. But I don't wanna be alone." "I'll come along with you then, hold you til you fall asleep." "Okay..." She was looking down at my dick, getting a little hypnotized again. "I'll get dressed though," I said. "I don't want you to be uncomforatable, laying next to a digusting old dick like this." I smirked at her. "It's... it's not disgusting, I guess," Amy said. "It's just... I'm not used to all that stuff." "I understand. Thanks for being honest. I know it's hard sometimes." I got my underwear back on, and we went upstairs to her room. I dimmed the lights to a low candle-level glow. She got tucked into bed, and I lay on top of the blankets beside her. She was lying facing away from me, but I knew she wasn't asleep yet. She was quiet, thinking hard. After a while she asked, "Do you think I just put on acts in front of everyone? Does it seem like it?" "You put on an act for yourself, Amy. That's the problem. Maybe everyone's just seeing the phony act you put on for yourself." "I don't try to be like that. It's just what comes out. I try to be myself, but it's like this whole other person takes over. This smart-ass, know-it-all Amy. I'm not like that. Really, I'm not. At least I try not to be." "We all try to be ourselves, but people can be shitty, and throw the real you back in your face. It sucks. It really hurts. Sometimes it's safer to hide who you really are so you never get hurt like that. Sometimes you get so good at it you even hide it from yourself." She said nothing. I continued. "Charlotte does it too. She was just saying so this evening." She was quiet again. I was getting tired. "I do it too, in a way, but not really. I'm just insecure sometimes." "I know. I saw it at the airport." "It's that obvious, huh?" "You don't need to be. Not at all." "Thanks for saying so. Hearing it is one thing though, but it doesn't always feel that way." "I know." And then she drifted off into her thoughts, and I sort of dozed. "Anthony?" She said. "Yeah?" "I miss my mom." And then she busted out crying. "I don't want my mom to die." I rolled over and hugged her. She turned to me, buried her face in my chest and sobbed like little child. She cried herself to sleep in my arms, and I just held her, not knowing what to say. Sometimes it's a shitty, random, stupid world, and there's not a goddamn thing you can do about it. But I held her, and kissed her head, and she cried like she'd been holding it in for weeks. Then her sobs faded into long sighs, and her shaking stilled. Her breathing slowed, and she was asleep. A while later, I fell asleep too. It was one of the last peaceful sleeps I had for a long time. ------- Chapter 66:... and cut! I was the first one awake when the sun peaked into the darkened room from the cracks in the blinds high above us. I woke because I smelled a beautifully sweet kiss. I wasn't kissing a beautiful kiss. I was smelling one. I opened my eyes and saw Amy's face right in front of mine, her nose a couple inches away from my nose. Her mouth was slightly open and her soft sighing breath was perfumed gorgeously, begging to be kissed. I almost did to. But I held back. I pulled away and just looked at her. She had rolled over in her sleep and was lying tummy-down with her head turned towards me. Her hands were under her pillow. Her hair was rumpled and she looked a lot older than she really was somehow. Of course it was dark in the room and it could have just been my mind filling in the blanks. She had the little bump on her head still too. It looked like the swelling had gone down quite a bit, but I was sure it was still tender. I got up and felt myself stiff and sore again, worse now too. My thighs, my abs, my chest, my arms, my back, even my ass — they all felt like I'd been beaten with heavy sticks all night. It felt kinda good though at the same time. I felt stronger. I stood up and stretched. The stretch burned. Ow. It was hard for me to even walk. But there was Charlotte in bed beside Amy. My goodness, what a beauty! She was on her tummy too, and her hair was splayed out across her back in a golden fan. It reached her lower back. Her ass was half covered by part of the blanket, but you could see the round curve of it jutting upward, displacing the blanket in a beautiful round mound. I wanted to kiss the fuckin' thing it was so hot. First thing's first though: a shower. I was beginning to smell a bit. I went to the bathroom, used the toilet and got in the shower. I stood in there for a good 20 minutes just letting the massaging shower head relax my muscles, and when I got out, I felt a lot better. Just to be sure though, I stood in the bathroom and did some more stretches, more deliberate ones. It hurt like hell, but in a good way. When I looked at myself in the mirror I saw something cool. I'd actually lost a bit of fat in the past couple weeks. You could tell. I wasn't over weight or anything to begin with, but now my ab muscles were more defined, my chest and my arms too. I looked really good. My bag was in Charlotte's bedroom. I got it and put a change of clothes on, thinking about the day. Then I went down stairs and got myself some juice. They still weren't up yet. It was after eight already. Time to wake them. I stood by my bed staring down at them for a while. Charlotte was naked except for a thong, and Amy had a cute little silk pyjamma thing on — black, of course. Amy had a nice little bum herself, but it would be a couple years before she could measure up to Charlotte, if she ever did. Charlotte was turned with her face toward the outside edge of the bed. I looked down at her sweet puffy lips and got a very good idea. With a silent swipe of my zipper my cock was out, semi-erect, and pressing into her pretty little lips. She wrinkled her nose a bit, and pulled back slightly. Perhaps it was too ticklish. But when I pressed forward firmly, parting her lips and rubbing the tip of my dick across her teeth, her brain got the idea and she opened her mouth. My cock slid in and she suckled on it, sighing softly and letting out lazy little whimpers. She wasn't going nuts on it or anything, but she opened wide and let me push it right to the back of her throat. She pulled on it with sweet suction and I stood there fucking her mouth with my eyes closed and my head back. Her hand reached up and grabbed my shaft in a lazy, tired grip. She tried to stroke me, but she was evidently too tired. Ah well. It felt nice anyway. I stood there pumping her mouth waiting for her to wake up completely. She was still half asleep, maybe even dreaming about it. Hopefully she was dreaming about me. I stood, hunched over her, holding onto the headboard and gyrating my hips back and forth, stirring myself around in her mouth, just letting the minutes pass, just enjoying the feel of my girlfriend's sweet mouth and soft slippery tongue. When I opened my eyes I saw Amy, sitting up halfway, resting on her elbow and staring down at my cock, sliding in and out of her sister's mouth. The look on her face was priceless. Her hair was rumpled, her eyes were glazed, and for a moment there I thought maybe she was wondering if she was really awake or just dreaming this. She looked stunned. "Good morning," I whispered to her. She looked up at me, still dazed, and didn't reply. She scrathed her head and looked around the room, then back at my cock again. She had a confused little pout — completely adorable — and she finally just slid back down onto the pillow again and stared up at me with a sleepy sort of resignation, like someone who accepts what they're seeing because they've decided it must be a dream or something. Well, it felt pretty dreamy for my part. I had a lazy lustful smile on my face that showed her how completely awesome it felt. Amy just watched me. A few hours earlier she would have jumped up and ran out of the room, but now she was just watching. "It feels so good," I said. "Looks like it," she replied. "You look drunk." "I feel drunk." "Is she even awake?" "I don't know. I don't think so. You awake Char?" No response, only happy suckling and toothless chewing on my probing erection. "She even does it in her sleep, huh?" "Very well I might add. Better than some girls do when their awake." "Maybe she snuck in a watched her dad's pornos too. She had to learn from somewhere." "Yeah. Maybe." Charlotte sighed loudly through her nose during the silence that passed then. I kept on stroking in and out of her mouth, slowly, without any hurry. It felt really nice and I was just enjoying the sensations as they happened. "You gonna shoot that stuff all over her?" Amy asked, apparently trying to be brave in asking such a bold question. She looked like she had to work up the nerve to say such a thing. "You want me to?" I asked, excited for some reason by her curiosity. "I don't care. If you want to. Just don't get it on me." She was so Sheila! I decided to play with her a bit, just for old time's sake. "I will if you want me to. Do you want me to? I don't have to. I can stop." "Go ahead. I don't care." But she did. She was lying on her back now staring at the wall above the bed, but she kept looking over at Charlotte's head, swirling sensuously around as she bobbed on my dick. "You want me to? I won't do it unless you really want me to. I don't want to gross you out or anything?" I knew she did want me to -- the morbid curiosity and innocent excitment was written all over her face. I just wanted her to admit it. "Whatever. Sure. I guess. If you want to." She was blushing now, looking down at Charlotte more and more, like she expected it to happen at any second and didn't want to miss it. I was nowhere near coming to be honest, but it was cute how eager she was to see it, and it was cute how desperately she was trying not to seem so. "It's gonna be a few minutes yet. She's not sucking me very hard. It just feels really nice. Warm and wet and slippery, all around me, sucking slightly. See how the end of my cock is redder than the rest where she's sucking on me? It's all tingly and it feels pretty." Amy looked, leaning over and peeking like I was a magician showing her the secret of how I pull the rabbit out of a hat or something. "Hmm," she said. We were talking louder now, but Charlotte still showed no signs of consciousness. She didn't increase her motions or suction. She was still just lying there, happily milking me as I pumped in and out. I looked down at her, watching my cock slide in between her soft slippery lips, and suddenly her eye opened and looked up at me. She winked and then closed it again. Sneaky little minx. How long had she been awake? Apparently she was getting some sort of thrill from giving her sister a show like this. "Charlotte sleeps pretty heavy," I said. "It actually takes quite a bit to wake her up. I could practically fuck her right here and I don't think she would even bat an eyelash." "Yeah, right. She'd wake up." We were speaking in hushed tones, excited whispers, and you could hear the soft sucking noises Charlotte was making on me every now and then. It was very sexy. "Wanna try it?" I asked. "How could she possibly sleep through that!? Your thing is... huge!" "She's used to it, I guess. I've done it before." (I wasn't lying either.) "She doesn't wake up, with you jamming that big fat thing up inside her?" "She gets very wet inside, Amy. It's thick and long, but when she's wet it slides right in, nice and snug, and it just feels really nice." Amy still looked doubtful. I pulled my cock from Charlotte's mouth, and she whimpered a bit, like a baby who'd lost her pacifier. "Watch," I said. I reached at hand down and dipped my hand between her legs, probing inside her panties and into her slit. There in the sweet velvet folds of her little pink pussy, I found plenty of slick wetness. I coated my fingers with it, stirring around inside her a bit. Then I took it out and showed Amy. It was shiny and sticky on my fingers. Amy's eyes widened a bit, but she was still trying to repress her awe at everything that was going on. "See? She's soaked. It'll slide right in. Dare me to?" "Bet you ten bucks she wakes up." "Ten bucks is nothing. I'll make you an even better bet." "What better bet?" she asked, her head tilting sideways with suspicion. "Something cool. How about this: If she wakes up, I owe you ten bucks. But if she doesn't wake up, when I come, you have to grab my dick and pumped it for me when I shoot." Her jaw dropped. "Deal?" "She'll wake up. I know she will. You won't even be able to turn her over." "You can't wake her up on purpose though. No loud noises or sudden movements. That would be cheating. Deal?" "Normally I'd say no fucking way, but there's no way she's gonna sleep through that. It's easy money." "You're not gonna puss out on me if I win, are ya?" She glanced down at my cock, hanging there above Charlotte's shoulder, all slimy with her drool, and then she looked up at me again. "Okay, deal. If she doesn't wake up, I gotta finish you off when you... finish... with my hand." "You sure you know what to do?" "It's not like I've never touched one before, ya know." "But have you ever finished a guy off?" "I won't have to. She'll wake up." "Okay. Here goes." I slid my hands gently under Charlotte's body and lifted until she rolled over like a rag doll. Her legs fell open, conveniently spread for my penetration. I almost grinned at her. By all appearances she was dead asleep. She even moaned a bit, as though struggling in some dream. "She'll wake up. She's got to." "She won't wake up." "How long is it gonna take you? No fair if you come right away in like ten seconds, before she even has a chance to wake up." "It'll be a lot longer than that. Trust me." "Good. I want my ten bucks." I climbed on the bed and got in between her legs, easing them apart a little more with my knees. I never laid right on top of her. I held myself up, braced on my hands on each side of her, and my knees on the bed between her legs. "I need you to do me a favour," I said. "You gotta reach down and pull her panties aside for me. They're in the way." Amy grimmaced cutely, but she reached down with one shaking hand, plucked at the edge of Charlotte's panty crotch with two fingers and pulled it aside. Charlotte shivered a bit. "Now hold it there, until I get inside. Don't wake her." "I can't believe I'm doing this!" "Fun, huh?" Amy rolled her eyes. "You wanna watch it go in? Look. She's all wet and slippery. It'll go in like a hot knife in butter." Amy leaned down and looked. My cock tip pressed into Charlotte's pink folds of pouting labia and spread them apart. She shivered again, but gave no sign of waking up. I eased her legs a littel further apart with one hand and then pressed forward. Amy watched with wide eyes. My cockhead slipped in, and Charlotte gasped a little, but then muttered something incoherent. "She's gonna wake up. She's gonna wake up," Amy whispered. "Nope," I replied with a cocky grin. And I pressed forward. Her pussy yielded to me and I felt her give me a little squeeze. Amy stared in fascination. I pushed further, still wet with Charlotte's saliva, and soon I was down to the bottom of her in one slow stroke. Charlotte never stirred. She sighed softly, and that's it. "I can't believe she's sleeping through this. Look at her! It's like, stretching her wide open!" It was too. I felt her tightness gripping me hard as her female sheathe adapted itself to my straining thickness. The mouth of her pussy looked like a wide yawn wrapped around the shaft of my cock. I looked up at Amy, trembling myself now, and smiled. "Damn that feels nice!" I whispered. "It looks painful!" "Apparently she loves it. It's not painful at all. She says it actually feels good because it's so thick. It's like a massage. Have you ever had a good massage on a very ticklish muscle?" Amy nodded. "Well, times that by ten, and that's about how it feels for Charlotte right now, especially when I move it around inside her, like this..." Amy's eyes widened even more. Her mouth dropped open. Her cheeks were a permanent blush. My cock stroked in to the very bottom of her, and pulled out again. Then I slid down in again, and gave her a nudging swirl deep down in the very bottom of her. "A nice, slow, sweet massage, in the most ticklish part of her body." "It hurts the first time you do it though." "That's what they say." "But look at her. She's not even flinching. She actually looks like she likes it!" "She does like it. She'd like it even more if she was awake and she could fuck me back, hitting all the sweet spots inside her with those magic little motions of hers. It looks very sexy when she's actually working with me." Charlotte was squeezing me each time I pulled out of her, squeezing hard with those well-trained muscles of her, and it tickled so sweetly I shuddered hard above her. Amy flinched a bit when I did. She was still holding Charlotte's panties aside. "You okay?" "It feels so awesome. I can't even explain it." "You gonna come soon?" "Yeah..." "Dammit!" "Better get yourself ready. You gotta jerk it hard and fast. And watch where your aiming if you don't want to get it on yourself." "Dammit! She was supposed to wake up!" For a moment there I thought Charlotte would wake up, surprise us both but yelling boo! and telling us she was kidding the whole time. She didn't though. I think maybe the notion of her little sister joining in with us like this had her extra hot. Whatever the reason, she never did wake up. I began stroking harder, deeper, more deliberately, never quite bumping into her, but I was slamming the head of my cock into the very bottom of her. Her breathing was coming more eratically now, and I could tell she was having a hard time pretending she was asleep. I began to wonder if Amy might realize she was faking the whole thing. Then I wondered if maybe Amy already knew she was faking and was just playing along so she could grab a hold of cock and not seem like a slut. The idea was definitely intrigueing. Nevertheless, with Charlotte's sweet squeezing, and the delicious build-up of the fifteen minute blowjob, I was near coming about five minutes into it. I began thrusting fast, and breathing harder, almost gasping. "Okay! Oh, god! You ready?" "Oh..." she whimpered nervously, but she reached out her hand, ready to grab me as soon as I pulled out. I was so damn excited I almost had a heart attack. My head was spinning from it. "Okay... uh!... now!" I pulled out and she grabbed my cock in a strong fully wrapping grip. She pumped on my dick and I gasped out loud. Her hand, for some reason, felt absolutely wonderful, sweet, soft, and yet swift and agile as she pumped her fist along the length of my shaft, stroking her fingers right over the face of my dick. One... two... three strokes and I was there. A hot stringy jet of come squirted out of me, splashed all the way across Charlotte's body, hitting her in the chin at its end, and dropping down across her breasts and stomach along the length of it. Then another stream came, jetting out all the way up to her neck. Amy pumped fast, panting excitedly, staring at my swollen red monster and its spewing payload of sticky white goop that sprayed across her sister's motionless body. "Ah! Ah, god, Amy!" I cried out, struggling to keep myself from yelling. Her hand really did feel beautiful. It was one of the most instense orgasms I'd had in the whole crazy experience. The spewing slowed to a trickle and she kept squeezing and stroking at it, as though she could draw more of it out like toothpaste from a tube. She looked scared, and yet fascinated at the same time, and more than a wee bit aroused. Charlotte was covered in come, and Amy seemed to love it that way for some reason. When she could get no more out of my spasming erection she dipped it down and wiped it around in the puddle on Charlottes lower belly, stirring it like a little kids doing a finger painting. Finally, to put the last nail in the coffin of her tattered innocence, I pulled her hand off me, dipped her fingers in the come and brought her hand to Charlotte's mouth. Charlotted felt the wetness against her lips and opened up. I pushed Amy's fingers inside her mouth and Charlotte sucked my come off them, one by one, slowly, sensuously, but eagerly. Amy shivered. Amy sighed. Amy never pulled away. When the last of the come was gone from her fingers I let go of her hand. "Give her some more," I said, and Amy scooped some off of her chin and slid her finger into Charlotte's mouth again. She went back for some more off of Charlotte's tits, and then scooped up the rest off her belly, like she was feeding a kitten cream or something. It was so damn sexy I almost fainted. "All done?" I asked. Amy nodded. Her hands were shaking as she wiped them on the bedspread. "You wanna try tasting it?" I asked. "It's yummy." She shook her head no, but she was staring down at a smear on the side of Charlotte's hip with a hungry look in her eye. I swiped it up on my finger and brought it to her lips. She wrinkled her nose and shut one eye, turning her head slightly away. "Just close your eyes and try it," I said. "It's not bad at all." And suddenly her mouth opened, hesitantly of course, but it opened. I slid my finger inside her mouth and she closed around it. Then I felt her tongue swirling around my finger, licking, sucking, tasting, her nose wrinkled again, her eyes squeezed more tightly shut, but she didn't gag or vomit or anything. She just swished it around on her tongue a bit and then swallowed. Good girl. Damn good girl. I pulled my finger out of her mouth, and she didn't seem to want to let go. There was a light pop of suction and she smiled cutely at me, begging me with her eyes for some sort of reassurance that everything was okay, that she wouldn't be smoten down by the gods for indulging in such wickedness. I smiled back at her, a lazy, satisfied smile and told her she did wonderfully. "That was one of the best handjobs I've ever gotten, girl. No exaggeration." "I've done it before, but I never finished before. And I definitely never tasted that before!" "Not too bad, is it?" "It just tastes bland, kinda oily, kinda sugary, but not really." She wriggled her tongue around a bit as though trying to remember the flavour more vividly. "I mean, it wasn't exactly a strawberry milkshake or anything, but it wasn't gross or anything." "You sound so surprised." "I am surprised. I can't believe I even did that!" "Well there's plenty more where that came from. Just don't be shy, and don't walk around thinking everything's so gross and perverted. It's actually a beautiful experience in a way, sucking it off my fingers like you did. Very intimate. Very sensual." "I guess," she said. But I could tell that somewhere inside, she agreed. She just wasn't quite ready to admit it yet, not even to herself. "Should we let her sleep?" I asked. "Don't you guys have school?" "Yup, but our class isn't til 9:30. We've got time." "What time is it now?" "Probably close to nine." "You better get going then! You'll be late! When is Mick and Janine supposed to get here?" "Around nine, they said." I was still too dopey and satisfied to be in any hurry. I was actually looking at Amy with quite a bit of lust. She looked really cute, and her hair was all mussed up and she had a sexy little blush, like she just got fucked. I guess I made her nervous though, the way I was staring. "I'm gonna go take a shower," she said, and jumped up and hurried out of the room. Charlotte sat up immediately. "You fucking bastard! You have no idea how hard it was to keep from screaming when I came!" "You came?" I asked, stunned. "I came, and then I almost came again, and then I was laying here, just fucking humming while you two played show and tell with your manjuice. Damn!" So Charlotte rolled me on my back and fucked me fast and hard. The shower turned on and we heard Amy humming happily to herself from down the hallway. Mick and Janine arrived just after Charlotte finished. She went and jumped in the shower with Amy, and I went down to let them in. It was going to be an awesome day. We had a few more hours of filming to do and the weekend was ours. If it wasn't for the party that happened later that night, the week would have been completely perfect. ------- Chapter 67: That's a Wrap We ate a quick breakfast together and Janine grabbed Amy by the hand and pulled her out the door. "We're going shopping!" "I don't have any money," Amy replied. Charlotte went to her purse and gave Amy a wad of bills that made her eyes widen — probably hundreds. "That should be enough. Buy yourself something cool, some new clothes with colour." Amy lowered her head and cocked her eyebrow at Charlotte. "I like black." Amy was dressed in black even then — a black hoody and black pants, probably black panties too. "Well then at least get something that's black with a bit of colour to it." "Come on. We'll work it out. These guys have to get going to school." They burst through the door and out into the day. Mick hung back and asked us how much time we needed. "If we're not done by five, it's not getting done," I said. "Just call us before you bring her back." "Will do." "Thanks, Mick," Charlotte said. "And kissed him on the cheek." He grinned. Though they still seemed to have a minor crush on one another, it didn't bother me at all. It's odd how selective jealousy can be. I think it simply has to do with the respect I knew Mick had for me. It was perhaps the same with Mr. Lawsen's apparent trust in me when it came to his beautiful wife. Mick left and Charlotte and I tidied up the breakfast table while we waited for Shelia and Steve. "You've already come twice, my dear boy. I sure hope Sheila doesn't slate in any last minute moneyshots." "As far as I know it's all dialog today, all the main dramatic parts. You ready for it?" "I was born ready, sweetstuff." I watched her load the dishwasher and was once again flooded with a barage of emotions — lust, fear, insecurity, desire, and a gut-wrenching amount of love. How such a beautiful girl, with so much going for her, could ever be in love with me was beyond my comprehension. If she left me for the first good looking rich guy that came along I would not be surprised at all. I'd be brutally crushed and nearly emotionally destroyed, but not surprised. She deserved so much more than me, yet somehow she honestly believed that she couldn't imagine herself being with anyone else. She'd told me so as she lay on top of me a few minutes before, up in Amy's bed, stirring herself around on my cock as the come I'd delivered dribbled slowly down my balls along with hers. I told her I was so lucky to have her, and she told me she couldn't imagine being with anyone else. I was her dream come true. Now here she was bending over the dishwasher, dropping plates and cutlery into the trays, flipping her hair up onto her back each time it fell down off of her shoulder. She glanced at me sideways and noticed me watching her. Even the little sideways flick of her eyes was gorgeous. The smile she gave me made my heart skip. "What, baby?" she said. "Have I told you lately how beautiful I think you are?" "You don't have to. It's written all over your face." "I think you're beautiful. It's almost magical how beautiful you are. Everything about you. Every motion. Every flick of your hair. It's like art in realtime. It's like poetry in real live 3D." She smiled again and shook her head. "I'm just me. You gotta stop sighing and swooning like that, thinking I'm some sort of goddess or something. I'm gonna disappoint you some day and you'll see that I'm just a normal girl, just like everyone else, only a little sexier." "A little?" "Okay then, a lot sexier. But that doesn't make me a goddess, and you better get used to that idea." "I'll try." "I hope so. I don't want to see the heartbreak in your eyes when you see that I'm not as magical as you think I am." "I know you're not perfect, but I think you're perfect for me." "That's the best I can hope for, I guess." She stepped over to me, brushed her hands off on a towel and gave me a kiss, wrapping her arms around my neck and really digging in with her entire mouth. Then she broke away with a slippery little sucking snap of my bottom lip. "Thank you for saying so, though. It's part of the reason I love you so much. When you talk, you're not just blowing sunshine up my ass. You really mean it, and it means a lot to me." She kissed me again. Then she shut the dishwasher and started it. It barely made a sound, just a low hum that you couldn't even hear once you were outside the kitchen. We sat cuddling in the living room for a while longer, still waiting for Sheila and Steve. She was late by that point. They both were, but we barely seemed to notice. I told Charlotte the story of how I'd caught Amy watching porn the night before, how she'd hit her head, the things we talked about together, and how I ended up in her bed because she was lonely and afraid. "I think she's got a crush on you, Anthony. She really does." "Really?" I knew she liked me, possibly more than she did Charlotte at that point, but it never occured to me that she might have a crush. She was young though, so who knows? "You haven't noticed the way she looks at you, when she thinks nobody's looking? The way she stands so close to you when there's plenty of room all around her?" I just thought she's maybe insecure about this new city, this new house and such, and just thought of me as a friend, the first guy she met. "I'm sure that's true too, but I think there's more." "Hmmm." "Well, I don't mind sharing you with her, but I'm not sure what my parents would think." "Hmmm." "I'm also pretty sure she's nowhere near used to the whole idea of our family and the open sexuality we believe in. I think she probably feels bad even thinking thoughts like that about you, knowing that you're her sister's boyfriend." "Hmmm." "She'll get used to it though. Look at her this morning for example. Who would have thought she'd be that bold so quickly?" "She wasn't exactly bold about it. She was nervous as hell. Her hands were shaking like she was sitting on her own private earthquake." "But she went through with it. She could have easily hid under the bed or run out of the room." "Hmmm." "It's weird, the first time you touch a guy. It doesn't matter if you're a wet-behind-the-ears virgin, or a well-seasoned veteran slut — every new guy you're with is a brand new experience, full of potential, full of fresh excitement. I don't know who invented monogamy, but it sure is a soul-crushing concept." "Not every woman feels that way, Charlotte." "I know. Most women get sick of going through guy after guy and they just want to find one special guy who hits all the right buttons and settle down with him forever. I think that's just kinda lazy." "Lazy?" "Well, it's like, it takes work to keep going back out there on new adventures. These women just wanna be comfortable, sit on their asses and have their buttons pushed and live happily ever after. They don't wanna go through all the trouble, the risks. The excitement is too much for them." "Maybe they're just not really excited about it like you are?" "I guess, but it still seems kinda lazy. What's not to be excited about? You're exploring a whole new human being, full of quirks and energy and personality and emotion. It's exhilerating." "I hope you never wind up getting tired of me." "No more than mom gets tired of dad. I think the goal is to have the best of both worlds, to be comfortable and safe and secure with that special someone, and yet be constantly challenged, excited, thrilled, feeling like every brand new day is a new adventure, and every fuck is exciting as the first time." "I'm not sure I'm that exciting though." "It's not about you, silly. It's about me being excited by you, even when you're boring." "Hmmm." Then Steve burst in. "Sorry I'm late, guys. I had to go to my first class. There was an assignment I had to turn in, and then he wouldn't let me leave." "What time is it?" Charlotte asked. Steve glanced at his watch. "Five after ten. Sheila's downstairs already?" "No. She hasn't gotten here yet either," Charlotte said, turning to look at the clock in the kitchen, as though it had a different time than Steve had given. "I better call her," I said. I called. Sheila answered, croaking like a weary toad. "Hello?" "Goodmorning, sleeyhead." "Anthony?" "Yes, ma'am. How's it going?" "What time is it?" "It's after ten." "It's after ten?" "Yes. We were sort of wondering what time you were gonna get here. We need to get started." "Oh my god! It's after ten!" "Yes." "I slept in. Oh my god!" "You want me to pick you up?" "Yes. Could you? I just gotta shower. I'll be ready by the time you get here." "You okay?" "I'm fine. I was just exhausted. I didn't even hear my alarm go off this morning." Then she groaned. "What's wrong, She?" "My fuckin' pussy! Ow! Shit, is it ever sore." "You asked for it." "Where's my shirt? Where's my-" She grumbled to herself. I couldn't hear the rest, but I sat there smiling, imagining her frantically throwing clothing every which way around her room, limping a bit, staggering on stiff legs, trying to get her balance. "I'll be there in ten minutes." "Okay, bye!" -click- "I gotta go get her. She slept in." "Poor girl," Charlotte said. "She's probably exhausted." "She is, but she seems very eager to get going." "I'm gonna go get everything turned on and ready to go," Steve said. "You smell good, Steve," Charlotte said. "What did you do?" He cocked his head back in surprise. He blushed a bit. "Nothing. Just some cologne." "It's nice," Charlotte said. "Uh... thanks." "Yeah. You should spritz up more often. You almost smell sexy." He grinned and headed downstairs. Charlotte smiled at me. "Go figure. The boy's becoming a man it seems." "He just needed to hang out with some cool people for a while I guess." "Get going, Anthony. We have lots of work to do." She smacked me on the ass and sent me hurrying out the door. Except my truck wasn't there. Where was my truck? We'd picked Amy up from the airport in one of Stephanie's cars. I didn't even notice my truck was gone. Had someone stolen it? I turned to run back in the house to tell Charlotte, but I stopped in my tracks after one step. "Ah, shit yeah!" It had been parked over on Governor Way for the past couple nights, since I'd come home from sleeping with Vanessa. Or was it yesterday? I couldn't even remember anymore. The past couple of weeks seemed like a couple of years to me. Yesterday might as well have been last month. That's what happens when you're brain's overloaded with more stimulation that it can process in a single day, every day, for two weeks. Things would be a lot simpler when this whole movie business was finally finished. So I ran over to Governor Way, hopped into my truck and drove to Sheila's. She was waiting for me on her steps, and came bouncing across the yard with her bag and a binder full of notes when she saw me pull up. "Got it running again?" she said to me. "Yup." And off we went. She briefed me on the schedule for the day and it turned out we actually didn't have all that much left to do. Just one major scene with a lot of dialog, and some voice-overs in the sound booth. "Then I'm gonna spend the rest of the weekend in the control booth. If you see my face at all, it'll be because I accidently stabbed myself or something and just need a quick trip to the hospital before getting back to work." "You have that much left to do? I thought you were mostly caught up with the editing?" "I have it all done, but none of it's the way I want it to look, you know?" "You're too much of a perfectionist. This isn't even gonna be seen by anyone." "It'll be seen by me, and I want it to be right." "I'm sure it'll be fine. You're doing an awesome job." "Hmmm." "From what I've seen so far, it's as good as any porn I've ever seen. It's as good as any actual movie. I haven't seen much though." "You and Charlotte work out that fight of yours?" "Yup." "Fucked all the stress and insecurity away?" "Somehow the insecurity never quite goes away, no matter how much I fuck her. It's weird. I just don't feel worthy of her." "You are. Without the money and the supermodel looks, she's just another girl. She knows it too. You can tell." "I suppose that's part of what that breakdown last night was all about." "Yup." "It's still hard to figure though. Even without the money and the looks, she is a beautiful person. What the hell does she see in me?" "Hmmm." "I don't think I'll ever understand it, but I'll enjoy the ride while it lasts." "It'll last. Don't worry. If she's dumb enough to let you go, it'll be the worst mistake of her life." "You're too kind, She." "What can I say? I guess none of us really see the beauty in ourselves that others see. We hear people rave about us and we think they're talking about someone else. It feels weird." "It feels good though." "If you trust it." "I guess." "How's Amy?" "She seems to be adjusting to things a bit better. She's not so prudishly shocked by every little thing like she was last night." "Cool." "Yeah." "What do you think of her, Ant?" "She's a sweet kid. Smart for her age. Kinda reminds me of you." "Gee, thanks. Pat me on the head why don't you?" "I mean when you were her age, silly." "I know. Just buggin'." We pulled into Charlotte's driveway and got out, hurrying into the house. "I warn you in advance, She: Steve's wearing cologne. Smell's pretty sexy, apparently." "I told him to do that." "You!?" "Yeah. The B.O. was getting to me." "Ouch!" "He didn't over-do it, did he? Too much cologne is worse than B.O." "No. Char had no complaints. She actually complimented him." "Right on." We went into the house and down the stairs. Steve and Charlotte were ready to go, and after a short briefing of where we were at, we got to work. Charlotte and I spent the day in bed, naked. She lay between my spread thighs with my cock in front of her face, sucking on it between lines. We redid the scene, over and over again, from different angles, getting the dialog mixed up, starting over, rechecking the script, adjusting the microphones and lighting, until finally we got three really good takes. I had to deliver my lines with Charlotte expertly slurping my cock around in her mouth, and I could barely speak, never mind remember and deliver complicated dialog. It was fun, but frustrating at the same time, and Sheila was getting madder each time we screwed up. I managed to get myself under control. I simply realized that I had absolutely nothing to be frustrated about. I had an absolutely beautiful girl who had nothing better to do than suck on my cock for two and a half hours while we worked on getting this scene right. She did not complain about it once and even seemed to enjoy the fatigue when it began to set in. I had most of the dialog in the scene. Charlotte had a few words to add in here and there, one-word questions to ask, stuff like that, and then she was back on me, sucking happily like I owned her or something and she was glad of it. I eventually relaxed and just enjoyed the experience overall. How many men out there would have loved to be in my place right then? Steve in particular must have been going insane. I honestly admired his restraint, his professionalism. Most guys his age would have been jumping all over the place trying to get some sort of action in the midst of all that raw sexiness, but he just focused on his job, looking at it from a purely technical standpoint, helping Sheila to make us beautiful. Steve turned out to be a pretty cool guy. We got the shots we needed. I never did come after all that oral sex, though I came close a few times when Charlotte got a little too eager with her suction. I just tensed a bit in those moments and she knew to hold back a bit. I didn't even need to tell her. It was kind of beautiful, communicating like that without saying a word. When that scene was done, we moved into the control room, and Charlotte got the monitor set up in the sound booth. We had to go through several key moments that Sheila had marked on her script where the audio was no good, and we added moans, gasps, cries of ecstasy, whimpers of release, and even an occasional well-fucked scream or two. That part Charlotte took care of. The loudest I got was a long ecstatic moan. Sheila wasn't getting the feeling she wanted out of us though. She kept stopping us and telling us we sounded phony. "You sound like you're recording moans for a voice-over!" "We are recording moans for a voice-over." "But you're suppose to sound like you're having sex, spontaneous, excited, enthralled, driven to screaming by the very ecstasy your lover is sharing with you!" "She's right, Anthony. I know exactly what she's talking about. If it doesn't sound exactly perfect it'll bring the whole production down. It'll bring the audience right out of the story. It's gotta be just right." "What audience?" I said. "It's gotta be perfect!" Sheila said, ignoring my question. "Now hurry up and get in the mood, we're running out of time!" "I have an idea," Charlotte said. "Steve, bring me that stool in the control room." Steve brought it. Charlotte doffed her bathrobe and yanked down my boxers. "Okay, roll it back, She. We'll give you real ecstasy. Come here, big boy. Momma's got something warm and slippery sweet for ya." I shivered. My cock sprang to life again. Charlotte parked her luscious little ass on the stool, and lifted her legs high in the air. I stepped up to her and slid it in. It went in easy, snugly. She was hot inside and she gave me a squeeze, shuddering herself. "How's that feel?" I asked. I was in loving it, shaking and trembling as I held her thighs in my hands. "I feel like I'm getting fucked," Charlotte said with a panting sigh. "Just remember to watch the monitor so you're screaming at all the right times. And watch the facial expression so you get the intensity right." "Ready when you are, She," I said, stroking slow and deep into Charlotte's gulping little pussy. The scene on the monitor sprang to life and I started pumping in time to the image of us on the screen. Charlotte turned to watch her mouth and let out such beautiful cries and grunts and panting screams that I almost went weak from listening to her. She hollered them out exactly when the Movie-Charlotte's mouth opened wider as well. It looked perfect. I panted right along with her, and you could even hear the slippery slapping of our genitals as we worked on each other's pleasure. We even came when our onscreen selves came, and I pulled out and shot all over Charlotte's tummy, jerking and gasping right along with Movie-Anthony. It was awesome. Sheila gave us the OK sign with her fingers behind the sound booth window, grinning at the monitor in the control room, nodding her head excitedly, and then shaking her fists victoriously when we perfected the ending. Steve looked on in quiet concentration. He was a little red in the face though. Charlotte and I ended our soundbooth fuck with a kiss, right along with our movie selves and Sheila cut. She fast forwarded to another scene, a blowjob scene, and Charlotte hopped off the stool and knelt in front of me, sucking my cock into her mouth once again and bobbing enthusiastically on me as I watched the monitor with surreal wonder, feeling all the same pleasures the young man on the screen was feeling, the young man who was apparently me. It looked weird to watch myself getting a blowjob on TV and feel it at the exact same time. I looked awesome. Somehow Sheila had made me god-like. It didn't even look like me. None of us really see the beauty in ourselves that others see, Sheila had said. We hear people rave about us and we think they're talking about someone else. Truer words were never spoken. I understood them more than ever now. Charlotte sped up when the onscreen Anthony approached his orgasm. I felt the ecstasy of her increased speed and suction, but was not really anywhere near coming. It just felt really hot and sweet and gorgeous in every inch of me. She noticed I wasn't quite there yet, once again without me even saying anything, and she looked away from the monitor, up into my eyes. She gave me a smile with her eyes, and a beautiful little wink. It suddenly hit me right then and there that an extremely gorgeous young woman, possibly the most beautiful girl I've ever known, or ever would know, was sucking eagerly on my cock. That did it for me. Three or for bobs more along the length of me, and it was all over. She popped off me and jerked a load out of me that squirted out onto her face as she panted and sighed in excitement. My legs trembled, my body shook. I released such a piteous cry of love, ecstasy, adoration, and appreciation that I swear I saw tears in Charlotte's eyes. She slurped me back into her mouth, and drained me dry, showering my cock with gratitude for the soul-swelling compliment I'd given her without even speaking anything more than a moan. Neither of us had been watching the monitor though. We'd been watching each other. Was the timing right? Did the intensity match? I stood there on shaking legs wondering. Sheila got up slowly from her chair, backed away from the control panel and poked her head into the soundbooth. "I think we're done." "We're done? Really?" "I think so. As far as I know. I've got a ton of work left to do, but I think you guys are done. As they say in Hollywood, that's a wrap." Exhausted, relieved, and feeling triumphant, Charlotte and I breathed a shared sigh, long and slow from the bottom of our beings. I hugged her. "We're done, baby," she said. "We're done." It was a bittersweet moment. It passed slowly. She hugged me so close I got come on my neck, but I didn't care. I was happy. Except for another day or so of editing, we were done. It was almost 3:30. I got into the shower while Charlotte insisted on seeing how the voices matched up with the video. Steve headed upstairs to get a snack and when I came out, Charlotte was standing there hugging Sheila with tears flowing down her face. She was sobbing like a lost child who had found her mommy or something. Sheila looked up at me and gave a little shrug. "You okay?" I asked. Charlotte just kept on crying. Sheila stood there, holding the beautifully naked girl with dried come on her face, and just let her weep. "I'm just so happy it's finished," Charlotte said. "I can't believe it. I love you guys. I've never been so happy my entire life." "It's not finished yet, Char," Sheila said. "I've got the whole damn thing to edit yet, but I think I can be done by Sunday morning." "You don't really have much choice. Mom and dad are back Sunday afternoon." "I'll be done. Even if I have to stay up for the next 48 hours." "Steve can help too, can't he?" "He can, but I don't really want his help. He keeps suggesting things that are really stupid. Use a close up shot, right on Charlotte's eyeball, just as she comes. Yeah right. As if." "Come on, She. You gotta admit he's done some phenomenal work here this week. We couldn't have done it without him." "It would have taken longer, but we probably could have." "We got it done in the time we had, thanks to him," Charlotte said. "And the poor guy was so professional about it all. He's gotta have the bluest balls this side of the Northern Hemisphere right now." "Maybe one of you should help him out," I suggested. "Ew! No! As if!" Sheila said. Apparently she wasn't as impressed with his professionalism as Char and I were. "It's Charlotte he really wants anyway." "I don't really wanna do him either," Charlotte sighed. "Cologne or no cologne, I'm still not really all that attracted to him. I appreciate his help and all, but that wheezing little noise he makes when he's coming makes my skin crawl." "Whatever happened to every new guy being an exciting new adventure?" I asked her. "Not all adventures are good adventures," she said. "He's gonna have to look elsewhere." I felt kind of bad for him when they said that. He really had been almost heroic in his restraint through all of this and he deserved at least a blowjob. My first thought was that the girls were just being mean. But then when I thought about it for a moment, I realized that if I was a woman, I wouldn't wanna sleep with him either. I knew exactly what they were talking about. He was kind of creepy. "I gotta go wash up," Charlotte said. "I gotta go get some lunch," I added. "I gotta get to work," Sheila threw in, completing the dialog, and the three of us parted ways. Charlotte stepped into the shower, rubbing the little smack on the ass I gave her as she walked in front of me to the downstairs bathroom. I headed upstairs and dug into the fridge. There were sandwiches on a plastic-wrapped platter from the night before. I pulled the whole thing out and slapped it down on the table. Then I grabbed a few bottles of juice. "That's a wrap," I muttered to myself chowing into half a pastrami on rye. I stopped mid chew though. There in front of me, on the counter was a half-eaten sandwich and a half-finished glass of milk. Steve was nowhere to be seen. The fact that he was gone wasn't what bothered me. My first thought was that he was up in the upstairs bathroom. That thought died however when I realized where his sandwich and milk were sitting on the counter. Right beside the intercom connected to the studio downstairs. Steve had heard every word the girls had said about him, and now he was gone. ------- Chapter 68: Interloper "It's a damn good thing we're done already," Sheila said, biting into a sandwich she plucked off the tray from among the dozen of so triangles of bread and meat that were there. I gave her a bottle of juice too and popped off the top for her. She took it and swigged it back. She didn't seem to care at all that she'd made an enemy of Steve Henridge. "Don't you think you're being a little cold after all the help he's given us?" "Nope." She took another bite of her sandwhich and click a few buttons on the computer. "No?" I was honestly confused. Sheila was usually a pretty decent person, or at the very least intelligent. But here she'd insulted and humilated someone who we'd considered a friend and confidante the past few days and she wasn't worried at all. He had information that could hang us all but she didn't seem bothered in the slightest. "First of all, Anthony, we don't owe him a goddamn thing. Even being here this past week was a privilge other guys would have paid for." She clicked a few more buttons. "And second?" I honestly wanted to know how she could be so calm. "Second, he's scared shitless of all of us. If he rats on us, if word gets out about any of this and his mom finds out? Well, let's just say there's a reason why little Stevie Henridge is as socially inept as he is. His mom would castrate him, and probably make him eat his own nuts. Sure she'd make our lives a living hell, but he'd get it the worst from her." "And you know this because?" "Because he told me." "Told you what?" "The reason he had to take off last night when he did, even though I still needed more help, was because he had some church thing to go to with mommy. Imagine that. The poor kid sitting in church all evening after watching you and Charlotte fucking and sucking all day." "I had no idea." "Well you can sort of tell, right? He's very awkward around girls. He's so scared and shy and clumsy and creepy. The kid probably thinks he's going to hell even for talking to Charlotte. So yeah, if he says anything about this he'll probably be shipped off to some monastary in Tibet or some shit like that. He kept on joking about it while we were down here, whether or not that would be worse than simply killing himself and going to hell. He's so fuckin' creepy, that kid." "I hope he doesn't kill himself. That would suck." "He won't," Sheila said with so much confidence I was immediately relieved. I still felt bad though. He was just starting to come out of his shell a bit and now the two of them and crushed his budding ego like a wriggling insect. Charlotte came out of the shower, tousling her hair with a towel. Other than that she was completely, shamelessly naked. Wow. I completely forgot about Steve for a moment. She was dripping wet, glowing from the heat of the shower, and jiggling everywhere as she walked up. "Amy should be back soon," she said. "We should do something fun with her. What should we do?" "Steve's gone," I said. "Gone?" "Yeah. Um, apparently he heard what you and Sheila said about him. He was upstairs listening on the intercom." Charlotte winced as though she'd just seen someone run over by a car. Her fingers went to her mouth. Her eyes widened. "He's gone?" She turned and ran upstairs as though she didn't believe me. I followed. There on the counter by the intercom was his half-eaten sandwich and milk. "I assume he heard you guys. He was sitting right there by the intercom, and he left without saying goodbye. What else could it be?" "Damn!" Charlotte said in a low whisper. "Me and my big mouth!" "Sheila's pretty sure he's not gonna tell anyone. She says he comes from some religious family that would kill him if they found out-" "I gotta call him!" She ran upstairs and grabbed his phone number from a little phonebook on her dresser. I of course was right behind her. "I don't care if he never tells anyone. I don't want him going away thinking I'm some sort of bitch. Thinking I just used him and tossed him away like an old shoe. I'm not like that." Neither was I. This was why I suggested one of them at least blow him or something, in appreciation. "Steve? Is Steve there, please? Can I speak to him? Yes." She paced back and forth, naked, still damp, still making me incredibly hard, in spite of the stress. "Steve! Oh my god! Why did you leave, sweetie?" She listened. Her face wrinkled into a pained frown that was so freakin' cute it made me want to push her down on the bed and fuck her right then and there. "I know. I know, baby, and I just wanted to say sorry. I don't feel that way about you at all. No! Honest, I don't! I'm so grateful for your help. I really am, and I feel like such a bitch for not saying so." She cringed as though he'd slapped her with an invisible hand. "You're right, Steve, and I can't take back what I said, but I can promise you I don't really feel that way. If you come back here right now, I swear to god I'll make it up to you. I'll prove to you that I just said those things out of tiredness and stress. I really am so very grateful for your help." He didn't say anything. "Steve?" Still silent. "Will you come down here again?" He mumbled something. "What? I didn't hear you." He said it louder. "Come on! Don't be that way, sweetie. Look, if you don't want to be with me that way, at least come down. I'll pay you for your help, okay? Just let me prove to you that I'm grateful, somehow." "I don't want your fucking money, Charlotte!" I heard him yell. She pulled the phone away from her ear and shivered. "What do you want then? I'll do anything." He was silent again, and Charlotte let him think without saying anything. For some reason, she grabbed my hand and placed it on her pussy. I slid my fingers into her crevice and found her soaking wet. Holy shit! She was really serious about wanting to make it up to him. If only he knew. She took my hand and masturbated herself with her fingers. He mumbled something else to her. "I know you're upset. I know you're hurt. I'm sorry. Just come down here, okay? I'll make you feel all better." She was cooing a bit now, a sultry little lilt in her tone. "No, Anthony's right here. He doesn't mind at all. In fact, he's the one who suggested this. You heard him, right?" I took the phone from her. "Dude, just get down here, man. Don't be like that. It's not the first time chicks have said that kind of shit about you and it won't be the last. At least Charlotte's apologizing. How many times has a chick ever apologized for making you feel like shit?" "Never," he said. "Exactly. So get down here. I'll leave you two alone and let her do whatever she has in mind to make it up to you. Are you really gonna say no, man?" "I'm just sick of the bullshit, Anthony. It never stops. I can't even stand women anymore. They're all fuckin' bitches, unless you're a hot guy with a sweet ride or a big dick." I couldn't really argue with him there. There are a hell of a lot of shallow women out there. Some of them even freely admit it. But noone can really control who they're attracted to. I didn't know what to tell him. All I knew was that Charlotte wasn't like that. "Maybe you're right, but you an I both know that Charlotte's not like that. She's one of the good ones. She could be with anyone in the country if she wanted to, but someone she's with me. I don't understand it. I'm just an ordinary high school kid. I'm not rich or hunky, or even popular. I'm just me. And somehow she's in love with me. I'm not gonna argue with her about it. I'm just gonna enjoy it, and be as lovable as I can. That's all anyone can do." "It's not fair," was all he said. "Is anything ever fair, Steve? Seriously! You could walk out your door and be mowed down by a truck in the next ten minutes. Is that fair? No, but it happens all the time. Quit worrying about what's fair, what's decent, what's right and wrong, and just enjoy life, man. Enjoy it while you're still alive." "You don't know what it's like." I laughed at him. "You think I don't know what it's like to be picked on, ignored, to be treated like a freak? How long have you known me, man?" He didn't answer. "We've known each other for years, Steve, and in all that time, how many girlfriends have I had? I can count them all on one hand. And every single one of them was a fluke. I'm not special. I'm not magical. I'm not blessed. I'm just me. Some girls like that. Some girls couldn't care less, and some girls hate it. I'm not gonna change who I am, though. I just gotta believe that the people worth caring about, like me for who I am. And if they don't, fuck 'em." Charlotte was lying on the bed, staring at me, playing with her pussy with a glazed look in her eyes, just watching me talk to Steve. It was very distracting. "I don't know what else to say, man. If you're pissed off about this, if you're gonna be a sad, bitter little man and stew and hold grudges and shit, that's your choice. But if you wanna be happy, you gotta just let shit like that go. Be cool about it. Come fuck Charlotte, man. She's lying on the bed here with her legs open, playing with herself. If you don't get down here, I'm gonna do it for you. Damn is she sexy. She just got out of the shower, and she's all damp and slippery. She's awesome and she promised you anything." "Why, though?" "Why what?" "Why did she promise me anything?" "Because she wants to make it up to you, to show you how grateful she is for your help." "Bullshit. She feels bad for hurting poor little Stevie's feelings and she wants to put a band-aid on her conscience. She couldn't care less about me." I didn't know what to say. In all honesty I couldn't convince myself that he was wrong. If I couldn't convince myself, how could I convince him? "So you're gonna let your wounded pride trick you out of what could very well be the greatest piece of pretty blonde pussy you've ever had in your life, or ever will have?" He was silent. I could tell he was struggling. "She doesn't even really want me though. I might as well just stay home and masturbate. How am I supposed to enjoy anything with her knowing she thinks I'm creepy and can't stand to be in the same room with me except when she wants something from me?" Ouch again. Another very good point. I covered the phone and told her what he said. She grabbed the phone from me. "Stevie. I'm so fucking horny right now I couldn't care less if you had two heads, alight? You have a dick, and it gets nice and hard. I've seen it for myself. I want it. I want it inside me. I want it to make me come. If you never talk to me again after that, I don't care. As long as I can say I tried to be a friend to you. But please don't throw this back in my face. It'll really hurt me." "Charlotte!?" someone yelled from downstairs. It wasn't Amy. It wasn't Janine. The voice was deeper, sexier. "Go see who that is!" Charlotte said, covering the phone. I went, running to the second floor railing that overlooked the foyer. There in the doorway, looking so fuckin' hot it was almost scary, in knee-high fuck boots, a dark denim miniskirt and a black, lacy-looking bra that barely contained her eagerly protruding breasts, was Jade. "Andy!" she said, apparently too excited to even get my name right. "Where's Charlotte!?" "She's upstairs here." "Well tell her to get her sweet little ass down here! She has got to meet my new boyfriend!" "I'll let her know. Hold on." I went back into the bedroom. Charlotte, still playing with her pussy, was wrapping up the phone call with Steve. "Okay, well, we might have some people over later, after the dance. Will you come see me then? I'll do you right in front of everyone if I have to just to prove to you, and everyone else in the school that there really is a sweet, sexy, smart, and funny guy there under all that shyness and awkwarness. Will you come?" He answered. "Well, think hard, my boy. I will not disappoint." He replied. "Have a good day. You too. Bye-bye." "It's Jade," I told her. "She's apparently got a new boyfriend or something." "Jade's here!?" She jumped off the bed and ran down the stairs. I followed. "Jay-lay!" "Char-slut!" Apparently it was an inside joke. They hugged, bouncing up and down as they did. I smiled. You never saw two more beautiful young women pressing flesh together in all your life. And Charlotte wearing only a towel, not very well positioned on her ample curves I might add. "You remember Anthony, of course?" "Oh, Anthony! Yes, of course! He keeping you pumped to F on the cum guage?" "It'd be coming out my ears if I were any fuller." I smiled as Jade looked me up and down and gave me a thrust of her eyebrows. "Oh, yes. I remember now. The guy in the truck — hung like a young mule." Her ass swayed deliciously as she turned on her feet to face Charlotte again. "You've got to meet Vincenzo though. Come on!" "Vincenzo?" Char asked, but she was being pulled out the front door. "I'm only in a towel, Jade! Who is he?" She giggled and allowed herself to be pulled out the door. I followed. There was a black car in the driveway. A dark young man sat in the driver's seat, looking bored and sexy, like a king, trying to decide which of his harem to bed that night. But when he saw Charlotte, he got out of his car and approached her. He was big. Tall, broad-shouldered, muscular — even his jaw was wide. Charlotte paused in her stride, adjusting her towel, catching her breath. "Charlotte, this is Vincenzo. Vincenzo, Charlotte. She's the one I was telling you about." "Ah, yes. She's as beautiful as you said she was." Charlotte blushed. He was big and handsome and suddenly she looked like a twelve year-old girl in front of her first crush. I walked up behind her, standing back a few feet, not knowing what to make of all this. I knew that my guts were burning though. I kept myself calm. "And this is her friend, Anthony," Jade said. Friend? Something was fishy here. She knew damn well I was Charlotte's boyfriend. Why wasn't she saying so to this guy? Vincenzo nodded at me like I was a department store manequin modelling clothes he wasn't interested in. Then he turned back to Charlotte. He took her hand and held it out to one side, looking her up and down. "Very pleased to meet you," he said. "Likewise," my girlfriend replied, blushing giggling like a starstruck little girl. A starstruck little girl with the shapely figure of a fantastically hot young woman, wearing only a towel no less. "Who's that?" Jade asked, turning to the front door. It was Sheila. I didn't like Jade's tone. She referred to Sheila like she was hired help or something. "Oh, that's my friend, Sheila. We were just hanging out. Come on inside, guys. I have got to get something on." The three of them strode across the lawn. Sheila stepped aside and they walked passed her without a word, going into the house. "Hello, to you too," Sheila said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "That's Jade, Charlotte's life-long friend, and Vincenzo, " I answered her, saying his name with a fair share of haughty sarcasm of my own. "Can the guy be any more full of himself?" Sheila asked. It was amazing how quickly she picked up on that, after seeing him for only 20 seconds or so as he walked passed. "No kidding." Suddenly I felt like a wriggling little insect, crushed under Jade's bootheel as she positioned Charlotte for a sexy little threesome with her and her new man. As hard as I tried to fight off that notion, Charlotte didn't seem to be in too much of a hurry to include me in their company. Of course it had only been two minutes since she'd met the guy. It may have been just my imagination. "Anthony I gotta go home for a while. Can you drive me?" I looked anxiously at the door. The last thing I wanted to do was leave Charlotte alone with this guy, to be used and spurted on like a blushing little girl. Sheila of course, noticed my anxiety. "Come on, don't get your panties in a bunch, little boy. If she's gonna screw the guy, she'll find a way to do it whether you're here or not. Let's go." She pulled me by the arm toward my truck. "Hold on. I gotta tell Charlotte I'm leaving." I pulled away and went in. Jade and Vincenzo were sitting on the couch across from the big screen TV, pointing at Charlotte's mom on the wall and whispering. I went passed them and headed upstairs. Charlotte was dressing, pulling something sexy out of the pile she'd made on the floor the night before. "Anthony!" she said, with a nervous giggle. "Aren't they cool? It's so nice to see Jade again, isn't it?" Giggle, giggle. "I suppose it would be a lot cooler if they actually talked to me instead of at me." Giggle, giggle. "And I suppose it would be cooler if they weren't both eyeing you up like a cum-receptical on two legs." Giggle, giggle. "Oh, Anthony, stop! It's not like that." And she pulled on a mini-skirt. My guts turned over like someone was stoking the fire inside me. "Amy should be home any minute now. Can you tell her I just went to drive Sheila home?" Giggle, giggle. She scanned the racks for a top. "Charlotte?" "Yes?" "Can you tell Amy I went to drive Sheila home. I'll be back in a while." "Oh, sure," she said, not even looking at me. "I'll take her somewhere and do something fun while you guys have your threesome." Giggle, giggle. "What?" "Nothing," I said. "Have fun." It took all my strength and will power to walk out the door, but I did it. In a way, I think I wanted to prove to myself that Charlotte couldn't be trusted. Every sign was pointing to the fact that she'd completely forgotten about me in the past five minutes since she'd gotten off the phone with Steve, and now she was moving on to the kind of guy I always told myself she ought to be with rather than me. I guess maybe part of me wanted it to be true, no matter how much it hurt. At least then I wouldn't have to worry anymore. ------- Chapter 69: Awakening Sheila was quiet on the way to her house, and so was I. She stared out the window, lost in her own thoughts. I drove, imagining her going down on that guy, wrestling for mouthspace with Jade on the length of his cock while he sat there like he owned them. My teeth were grinding. She wouldn't do that with Amy due home at any minute though, would she? No. She may be Charlotte, the school slut, but even she wasn't that low. I decided my girlfriend was safe for the time being. But why, oh why did I have to fall in love with the school slut in the first place? It was hitting me now that she was not going to change, and I shouldn't really expect her too. She was fun, and free, and loved fucking for the sake of fucking. How could I be mad at her simply for being who she was? Because she'd told me she didn't want anyone else. She told me I was the only guy she'd ever need. She'd told me she loved me, and that she'd never loved anyone before. She'd told me that I could trust her to honour me and respect me, the way her mom honours and respects her father. And I'd believed her. But the far-away look in her eyes, and the giggling, and the clothes she chosen told me otherwise. There was a side to Charlotte that I didn't know at all. Still, how can she give herself to someone so cheezy like that? Couldn't she see it? She was smarter than that, wasn't she? Maybe she wasn't. Maybe, no matter how much I wanted her to be the Charlotte I saw in my mind, the loving, loyal, sweet Charlotte, she would never become that. Maybe it was all an illusion. Maybe the dream was over. Maybe it never even really begun. Maybe it was all just wishful thinking, on both of our parts. Maybe we were through. There was a lump in my throat. I was almost crying by the time I got to Sheila's. "You want me to wait for you? How long you gonna be." "What do you think you're gonna find if you go back there?" she asked me. "I think I'm gonna find Charlotte being Charlotte. I'd be silly to expect her to be anything else." "Glad you realize that, Anthony. Do what you gotta do. Mom's not feeling well. She wanted me to clean up a bit. Call me in a couple hours, okay?" "I will." She looked at me through the passenger side window. I waited for her to go so I could drive away and cry. "Sometimes you gotta love someone for who they are, no matter how much they hurt you, no matter how much they disappoint you when you believe in them, no matter how blind and stupid they are. Sometimes you can't help it no matter how hard you try." She was right too. A tear spilled down my face. It was on the driver's side though, so she didn't see it. She was right though. I loved Charlotte for who she was, even though it killed me inside to do so. But I had about as much choice in the matter as I did if I were to argue with gravity. I loved Charlotte, and I always would. I was blind and stupid. It was this blindness and stupidness that made me, when I drove away, go back to my place instead of returning to Charlotte's. I didn't want to walk in and see her on her knees sucking some other guy's cock. I didn't want to catch her bent over the coffee table with this guy's dick ploughing up her sweet little cunny. But mostly I didn't want to see his face as I walked into the room, the dismissive look, the cocky little smirk on his face that completely immasculated me without saying a single word. I didn't want to see the hand prints on her ass where he'd smacked her, or see the drunken, lustful, lost look in her eyes when a hard smack on the ass sent all coherent thought on vacation. I didn't want to see her enjoying a nice big cock that wasn't mine, pleasing her, making her wriggle and moan and forget I even exist. Part of me, most strangely of all, didn't even want her to remember that I exist. Part of me, didn't want her to feel bad for simply being who she was. I loved who she was, though it killed me inside, and all I could do was run around in circles inside my head, trying to ignore what I knew was true: Charlotte was cheating on me, and thouroughly enjoying it. And why shouldn't she? I didn't own her. I didn't even deserve her. She owes me nothing. Maybe we could still be friends. Maybe she'd let me snuggle her once in a while in between her hot college guys like Vincenzo, so I could pretend that it all wasn't just a beautiful dream. That's when I broke down crying for real. Hard and deep. My whole body shook with it. I pulled into my driveway and just let it all out, marvelling at how only twenty minutes ago I was telling Steve how I would enjoy the beautiful experience for as long as I could, little realizing that it would be over within minutes. And it was over, I decided. It had to be. I wouldn't have been crying so hard if it wasn't. Part of me was trying to let go, trying to heal, trying to wake up from the dream. I cried like a little boy for over ten minutes until finally winding down to sad little sighs. I opened my eyes and realized that I was lying on the seat of my truck. The engine was still running. I don't even remember lying down, but there I was. "Time to move on, old boy," I told myself. "You had a good run, but you gotta let Charlotte be Charlotte. You gotta let her go." I sighed sadly again. I got up and went into the house. Mom wasn't home. The phone was ringing. "Anthony, it's Mick." "Hi, Mick," I said. "You okay, man? You sound like shit." "I'm alright," I lied. "What's up?" "I'm here at the mall with Amy and Janine. My car won't start. Can you come down and bring me some gas?" "How'd you know I was here?" "Sheila told me." "How'd you know Sheila was at her house?" "Charlotte told me you drove her home." (How did Sheila know I'd come home instead of going to Charlotte's? That girl was psychic, I swear.) "Anthony? You there?" "Yeah. Sorry." "I called Charlotte and she said she couldn't leave to pick up Amy because she had company over. Who's down there, man, that she can't come get her own sister? Weird. Anyway, she told me to call you." If I needed any more evidence of what was going on at the Lawsen residence, that was it. I still didn't want to believe it though. "I'll be down there in a bit, Mick. I'll get some gas and I'll drive Amy home." "The movie all done?" "Yeah. Just some editing left." "You okay, man? You seriously sound like shit." "Charlotte's just being Charlotte," I said in a daze. "Everything's gonna be just fine." "Alright, man. I'll see you soon." He didn't sound like he believed me. I didn't believe me either. I sat on my couch, still dazed for a few more minutes, trying to remember if my gascan was in the garage or the basement with cum all over Charlotte's face as Jade sucked on her nipples. I was pretty sure it was in the garage because that's where I would have left it the last time I'd used it with Jade sitting on Charlotte's face as that big ugly cock speared in and out of her, making her writhe and moan and maybe the gascan still even had some gas in it. Maybe I wouldn't even have to fill it up as Charlotte bounced on his dick until he spewed deep inside her, releasing his seed into the beautiful slurping pussy that was once mine. I could even smell it for god's sake! The smell of her sopping wet pussy was- Still on my finger! I held it to my nose, remembering suddenly that I'd been feeling her up while she was on the phone with Steve. The rich, sexy smell of her arousal was all over my hand in fact. The scent of it simultaneously aroused me and repulsed me. I got a hard on, but I almost gagged at the same time. Vincenzo was smelling that same smell at that very moment. Sliding his cock in and- The phone rang, snapping me out of my daze again. "Anthony?" "Steve?" "Yeah." "What's up?" "Um, I just wanted to tell you, I just came back from Charlotte's place. I guess I just wanted to take her up on that offer she gave me. But when I got there. There was this guy..." "Yeah?" "I didn't see anything. They were in the bedroom upstairs, but I heard it. A guy and another girl. I don't know who they were, but it wasn't you and it wasn't Sheila. Sheila wasn't even there either." "I know. I dropped her off at home." "Anyway. I just wanted to tell you that, cause, like, we're friends, right?" "Of course, man." "You alright?" "I'm okay." "Are you gonna go down there and kick his ass or what?" "No." "Why not?" "Cause Charlotte's not mine." Steve paused, pondering. "Oh..." he said. "Well, I just thought I'd tell you. She's in bed right at this very moment with some other guy. That's fucked up man. She's got no respect for you at all." Once again, though I wanted to with all my heart, I couldn't argue with him. Charlotte was pleasuring a man who couldn't even bring himself to give her boyfriend a proper hello. Everything we'd been through the past couple weeks was all bullshit. "I gotta go, Anthony. I'm gonna go out to that dance tonight, at school. Take my mind of shit. You gonna go?" "Sure thing," I said, trying not to sound like my soul had been torn from my flesh and shredded right before my eyes. I was doing a pretty good job of it too. "Cool. I'll see you there." "Right on, Steve." "Anthony?" "What's up, man?" "Sheila still gonna finish the movie?" "I don't know. Up to her I guess. And Charlotte." "Something else too, Anthony." "What's that?" "What you said about not worrying about what's fair and right, and just enjoying life while I'm still alive — that was awesome, man. It means a lot to me. I just wanted to say thanks, I guess." "What's fair and right may be comfortable, but it doesn't make you stronger in the end." "Damn straight, man. I'll remember that." "Me too." I don't know where it came from but it spilled off my tongue like a nugget of gold out of a treasure chest I didn't even know was there. "Alright. Bye." "Later, man." I got up, went to the washroom, and washed my hands. The act had a certain symbolic sense to it, as though I was washing my hands of Charlotte. I splashed water on my face as well, and then, just for good measure, I brushed my teeth. I dried my hands with a hand towel and sniffed again. The Charlotte smell was gone. I got the half-full gascan from my garage and headed to the mall. Still dazed. Dazed all the way there. I don't even remember how I got there. I was on full autopilot. It was Amy who snapped me out of it. When I pulled up beside Steve's car and the three of them saw me coming, Amy's face lit up into the most beautiful smile I've ever seen. Amy's mom was dying of cancer, and she still found a reason to smile. That reason was me. I suddenly felt like crying again, this time from gratitude and joy. I suddenly felt like I wasn't shit scraped off of the bottom of someone's shoe and tossed away. I suddenly felt like I mattered again. I didn't cry of course, but the feeling was there. Instead I got out of the truck and opened my arms when Amy came up to give me a hug. "My god, you look like you got the shit beat out of you, man!" Janine said. "I've been better." "So have I," Mick said. He had uncapped the gascan, flipped the plastic nozzle around and screwed it on, and now he was dumping its contents into his car. "Shopping all damn day with two giddy girls, and then I come out here and my car's dead. But you! You look like your best friend died or something. What the hell, man?" I shrugged. They shrugged as well. Amy danced in place, staring around at the city. Mick tapped the last few drops out of the can and closed it up again. "Thanks, man. You're a lifesaver." "No problem." "We all heading back to Charlotte's now?" Janine asked. I shook my head. No, I couldn't possibly bring Amy back there now, not while her sister was carrying on like the queen of sluts with some guy she'd only met half an hour ago. "Is everything done?" Janine asked with a knowing nod. "Everything's done alright," I said. "What do you mean, Anthony?" Janine asked, picking up on my double meaning. "I can't talk about it right now. We'll talk at the dance later." "There's a dance!?" Amy said. Her face lit up again, with an odd combination of excitement and dread, the kind you only see in a young girl who's new in town and doesn't know a single soul, but wants to know everyone. "Oh my god! You have to go," Janine said. "You can wear the kitty hoody you bought!" "Merrrrow!" Amy said, flashing her claws at her. She was as giddy as I'd ever seen her. She had at least three overflowing shopping bags in each hand and she was as happy as a young girl could be. She was in such a good mood in fact that I dreaded going anywhere near the Lawsen place. "You wanna go to the dance, Aims?" I said. "I don't even know anyone!" "Come on. You can be my girl. I'll take you." She supressed an all-consuming grin at that notion, and simply nodded. Her blush and the twinkle in her eye said it all though. She really did have a crush on me. Cute. "I'll bring her over to my house, Janine. She can wear the new clothes she bought today." "What about Charlotte?" Amy asked, loading her shopping bags into the cab of my truck. "We'll catch up with her later. She's got some old friends visiting. People she hasn't seen in a while. You can hang out at my place for a while. We'll meet up with her at the dance." "Super!" Amy said, jumping up into the truck. She shut the door. "The radio's right there. Find a good station for us," I said. She looked down and fiddled with the knobs. Music came on, then static, then more music. "What's going on, Anthony?" Janine asked. "Did you and Charlotte get in a fight or something?" "Not really," I said. "So what the fuck? You're not taking Amy back to her place? What's going on?" "She has company," I said, making finger quotes in the air. "Company?" Janine said. Her brow furrowed. Her mouth dropped into a pouting frown. Suddenly I had the urge to kiss her. Suddenly I felt like I loved her desperately — Janine Best, Mick's girl. Weird. Amy found a station she liked and started wriggling in her seat, bopping up and down and mummbling the words to herself. "Anthony? What company?" "Her friend Jade, brought some guy over. Soon as he got there, Charlotte started acting like I didn't even exist. Me and Sheila left. And then Steve phones me up, says he went back there and she was in bed with Jade and this guy. She just met him like twenty minutes before. I don't want to bring Amy over there right now." "Shit, man. Holy shit," Mick said. "Yeah. I'm not really surprised though, you know. Charlotte's just being Charlotte. I hoped things would be different, but in a way I don't really want her to change. It's weird." Janine and Mick looked at me, concerned. I knew that they knew I'd been crying, and I loved them for it. Amy honked the horn, hurrying me. "I'll be right there, Aims! Keep dancin'! So anyway, I guess I'm gonna try to let her go. I hope we can at least still be friends." "This is so fucked up, Anthony! She was raving about you all week! Going on and on and on about how wonderful she feels about being with you, making this movie, being in love for the first time." I felt another lump in my throat. My lip quivered. I swallowed. I sniffed. "She's just stressed, I think. This whole Amy thing, and the worries about life and love... and Steve took off. He overheard the girls talking trash about him over the intercom, so I guess Charlotte felt shitty about that too. And when she starts feeling insecure, the slutty side comes out. That's how she deals with it I guess. It's not right, but it's her." HONK! HONK! "I better go," I said. Janine rushed up and hugged me hard. "You're so super awesome, Anthony! Don't you feel for a moment that you're not the most wonderful guy on earth. She's just messed up and can't see that-" "I don't hate her or anything. I just-" HONNNNNNK! "I gotta go." And I went. I hopped in the truck, putting on my brave face for Amy. "I'll see you guys at the dance." "I'll call Charlotte," Janine said. "See what's what." "Sure." And off we went. ------- Chapter 70: Sexy Panties We drove the first part of the distance in silence, about half a song's worth. Amy broke it with a blurting statement that just about drove me off the road. "I bought sexy panties!" she said. My hand slipped off the wheel and I swerved a bit, just about drving over the dividing line. Amy giggled. "I did! They're black and frilly and pretty. I look kinda hot in them. My butt looks kinda big, but Janine says that's a good thing. Guys like nice butts." She giggled again. "I like Janine," she continued. "We're gonna go shopping again next week. And see a movie. She's so cool." "I like Janine too," I said. "She's the Best." Amy didn't get the joke. Apparently she didn't know Janine's last name. "She is the best! Except she kept kissing Mick every eighteen seconds and telling me how yummy he tastes and how sexy his tongue feels in her mouth and all that. It was sooooo-" "Gross?" "Yeah!" "This from a girl who bought sexy panties and couldn't wait to tell me all about it." She blushed cutely. For a moment I trailed off in my thoughts, imagining Charlotte kissing Vincenzo, but Amy, god bless her, snapped me out of it almost immediately. "Is your school big? How many people will be at the dance?" "Our school is big. It's grades nine to twelve. There's always like a thousand kids there when there's a dance. They get security guards and everything. Someone's always gettting a blowjob under the bleachers, or passing a bottle around, or getting in a fight, or smoking, or some shit like that. It's nutty. But fun." "The dances at my school are baby stuff. There's like more teachers and parents than kids, and they won't even play the sexy songs. It's still kinda fun though. Big booming music and everyone screaming when their favourite songs come on. Everyone asking someone they like to dance, and everyone whispering about who likes who and running to the bathroom to get someone to find out if so n' so likes her more than a friend. It's awesome." "It's still like that, 'cept in highschool it's more about who's gonna go all the way after the dance is over, and which guy felt up a girl's pussy right on the dance floor. Stuff like that." "Ew. Right on the dance floor?" "Sometimes." "Nasty!" "Not when it's happening to you." That shut her up. I assume she was picturing it. Maybe even picturing my cock disappearing into Charlottle's pussy this very morning and the feel of my throbbing spurting cock as I emptied my load out onto- "So anyway, I'll keep a close eye on you tonight," I said. "I won't let anyone feel up your pussy on the dance floor or anything." "As if!" "Just teasing." But she squirmed a bit in her seat. "So who's over at Charlotte's place anyway?" Amy asked, breaking another short silence as her mind raced a mile-a-minute. "She's got an old friend over there who she hasn't seen in a long time. She wanted to spend time with her." "But she's coming to the dance later?" "I'm sure she'll be there," I said, though I dreaded the thought of having to face her, especially in front of everyone. "Cool! I wanna show her my new clothes. I got some stuff with colour in it and everything." "I'm sure she'll like the panties too." "I'm sure you'll like them too." I laughed, shocked at her sudden bluntness. She'd apparently blurted it out without meaning to. She blushed six shades of scarlet and covered her face in her hands with a double slap on her cheeks. "I'm sure I will, Aims," I said. "I'm sure you look awesome in them." Then there was more silence. Then she broke it again, still blushing, speaking in a hesitant tone. "Anthony?" "Yeah?" "Can I tell you something?" "What something would that be?" "I want the first guy I'm with to be just like you." "Thanks, babe. That's more of a compliment than you realize." And I told her about the documentary I'd seen where the woman's blood spills across the man's penis in a sacred contract. "Wow! That's deep!" she said. "Yes it is. You only get one chance to choose your first lover. Choose carefully." "My friend Pam lost her cherry to some guy she just met. She was really stupid about it. He was all smooth and shit and he got her in a bedroom and the next thing you know, she's calling for me to get her some kleenex cause there's blood everywhere. I was like, 'what the hell!? Are you okay!?' and she was like, 'I just lost my cherry!' and I was like, 'Oh my god!' But then this guy just gets up and leaves. She didn't even get his number. She hasn't even seen him since. Stupid, huh?" "More sad really." "Yeah. I'm only thirteen and I know it's supposed to be something special. Not something you just throw away to some guy because he's wearing the same kind of jacket and hairstyle your favourite movie star wears. She's so stupid!" "There's a difference between stupid and just not knowing." "What do you mean?" "Well, maybe she just didn't know that it was supposed to be special. If you know what you're supposed to do, and don't do it, that's stupid, but if you didn't know, if you were never told, if you had no idea, it's just sad." (I guess that makes Charlotte stupid then, a voice said inside my head. The voice sounded a lot like Sheila's.) "I guess so," Amy replied. "We're home." "This is your place?" "Yup. It's no mansion, but I like it." "I like it too. I'd rather stay here than in a mansion." We got out of the truck, I grabbed Amy's bags and we went into the house. Mom was home now. I introduced the two of them and we went to my room. Amy was entralled. She wandered around my room, looking at all my posters, looking at my books, looking at the stickers on my dresser, looking at the trophies high up on my shelf. I remembered the first time Charlotte was in my room, how she'd wandered around the exact same way, looking at all my posters, looking at the girl with the tattoo on her hip, and then showing me hers. It seems so long ago now, in another universe even, a universe where the future still held promise and excitement. I got a little choked up again. But then Amy sat down beside me on the bed, much too close, and just stared up at the corner of the ceiling. Then she looked at me with a nervous little smile, as though waiting for something. Her face was less than a foot away. "You want me to leave you alone so you can get changed?" I said, getting up off the bed. "I wanna try on some new things. Let me know what you think." "I'll be right back," I said. I closed the door behind me and went to talk to my mom. "Did Charlotte call?" "I don't think so. Not since I've been home." "She'll probably call soon enough. Her sister's here." "You guys fighting again?" Mom asked. "No, not really. Why?" "You look like you've been crying." "I'm just stressed out. I'll be alright." "Does your friend want something to eat?" Moms are awesome. I gave her a hug just for thinking like a mom. "I'll go find out." I went back to the room and peeked in the door. "You all decent?" I asked. "Come in. Quick. Shut the door!" she whispered. She was hiding behind my closet door. I did as she instructed and turned back around. "My mom wants to know if you want anything to..." Blehm beng doody freng beeble. My brain turned to mush as Amy stepped from behind my door wearing only her sexy panties. She was blushing red as a cherry and her hands were shaking, but she stepped out, fidgetting nervously. Her tiny budding breasts peeked out at me, two small pink nipples on mini-handfuls of bulging breasts. She turned sideways and wiggled her bum at me. Her panties were black, frilly, and very revealing. There was only a thin, inch-wide strip covering her rear crevice and spreading into a triangle up by her tailbone. She turned again, and fidgetted some more, waiting for me to say something. What could I say though? She was too young for me. She was my girlfriend's sister — well soon-to-be ex-girlfriend anyway, but still Charlotte's sister nevertheless. She was also the daughter of one of the richest men in the country. She was also dealing with the death of her mother during one of the most hormonally unbalanced times in a human being's life. And here she was naked in front of me, sharing something sacred with me, something intimate. She was incredibly pretty, intoxicatingly cute, but I couldn't quite get the idea out of my head that a big part of her was still just a girl. What could I say though? Whatever I said in the next ten seconds, or didn't say, could have a profound and lasting effect on her, her ego, her self-esteem, her very sexuality, for the rest of her life. If I said too much, and then pulled away later because she's too young, she'd be crushed. If I didn't say enough, she'd be crushed immediately. Damn! So I just stood there staring for a moment, scrambling for the right words. "Do you like them?" she asked me. Her eyes pleaded with me for assurance, for validation. In the end I didn't say anything at all. I just walked up, took her in my arms and kissed her. I kissed her deeply and passionately, opening her lips with my tongue and finding hers, touching hers with mine, tasting her, sharing my taste with her in return. She trembled in my arms but didn't pull away. I was her entire universe for that minute or so. Then I pulled away. She stood, completely and totally awestruck. Everything was tumbling and crackling and burning and rushing around inside her. I could see it on her face. She swallowed hard. And then she went in and grabbed some more of me, kissing me back this time. I let her. She grabbed the back of my neck and held onto me, not wanting me to pull away, not letting me when I tried to. She kissed me like she was starving and I was her food. I was hard as a rock and my erection crushed into her. She didn't pull away, but she shook like a leaf with the struggle over it. Finally I forced myself from her grip. She was panting like she'd just run around the block a few times. Maybe she had, inside her mind. "Amy, you're the prettiest girl I've seen in a very long time," I said. "And you kiss beautifully. And any guy would be lucky to be your first. And I wish it could be me..." "But?" "But..." But what, Anthony!? Think, man! Her heart is on the verge of shattering here! "But I'm Charlotte's boyfriend, and before anything happens, I have to find out if it's okay with her." It was a lie, and a cop-out, but it bought me some time. "But if you weren't?" she asked, pleading with her eyes again, shaking like she was in her own private earthquake. "Then I'd do this..." I kissed her again, and this time I slid my hand down into her sexy panties. I guided my fingers past the mossy little tuft of hair I found down there and placed a finger onto her clit. She shivered violently and jerked her pelvis forward like she'd be kicked in the ass or something. She even grunted like it too. Apparently she'd never been touched like that before, probably not even by herself if she thought kissing was gross up until a few days ago. I was touching her there now, rubbing that stiff little bud like it would grant me three wishes if I kept it up. She went weak on her legs. She sagged against me, her arms tightened around my neck. She broke the kiss and buried her face in my neck, panting fast and shallow, like she was drowning now, rather than running around the block. Her pelvis ground against me, with a mind of its own, and she held me tight as I slowly circled her little clitty with a blissfully gentle touch. "L- let's don't... go to the... dance... Anthony. Let's just... go... somewhere... and you can... be my first... okay? Make a... contract... with my blood... okay? You... I want you." "I can't do that, Aims," I answered, now shaking a bit myself from the excitement of the offer. "Why?" she said, looking up into my eyes like I'd pulled a knife on her or something, and was threatinging to stab her in the heart. I kept on massaging her though, though I should have stopped. "Because you're too small, and I'm too big, first of all. It would hurt you more than you realize. You have no idea." "How could anything that feels this good..." "Second of all," I said, cutting her off. "You're in a very trying, emotional time right now, and I don't want to be the cause of any pain at all to you, in any way." "I don't care if it hurts me! It's supposed to hurt, right?" "I'm not talking about that kind of pain, Amy. I'm talking about your heart. Because you like me. I know you do. Too much I think. I know you do because you'd never let just anyone do this to you. You're not like that. And I'm so honoured by you letting me do this, but I don't think you know what you're getting into by liking me like this." "I don't care," she said. "You're just the only person who's made me feel like a real person, and not like some helpless little orphan waif. You're the only person I feel safe with. You're the only person who talks to me like I'm a human being, and not some stupid little kid." "But that doesn't mean you love me, though, right? What if you give this to me, and then later find a guy you really do love and have nothing to give him?" "If I give it to you, I'll love you forever. That's what the contract's for, isn't it?" "Forever isn't always forever, though. Especially when you haven't even figured out who it is you're giving away to someone forever." "Don't stop, Anthony. Please. That feels so good." I'd stopped and started withdrawing my hand. She crushed forward into me, trapping my hand between us. "You know what will happen if I keep doing that, don't you?" "What?" she asked. "You'll come." "What's that?" "You don't know what coming is?" I asked, with a light-hearted smile. She blushed. "I heard the word before, but I thought only guys could do it." Her innocence further reinforced for me the fact that what I was doing was wrong. My heart was beating like a running race horse though, and my mind was starting to go gooey. That's usually when men make mistakes. I reached my hand back down and began massaging her clit again. She spasmed in my arms again, gasping and tensing up instantly, but not pulling away. "Girls can come too," I said. "Just concentrate on those super-sexy tingles and try to make them grow bigger inside you. When you start to feel like everything's just gonna explode, just let it. That's coming. Get it?" "I'll try..." And so she did. I held her and massaged her, kissing her all over her face as she panted and gasped and shook. Her legs trembled and gave out and she had to snap them back into place. She stared up into my eyes and I could see the curiousity and discovery and excitement and sensuality switching on in her soul. Every little motion I made painted her gaze with new emotion, new expression, new energy. I could see her womanhood awakening before my very eyes and it was like watching a universe being born. It scared the hell out of me, and entralled me at the same time, like a violent storm that shakes your whole world. "Do you feel the tingles building?" I asked. She nodded rapidly. Her mouth dropped open. She gasped in short, sharp pants like someone was dancing on her chest. "Do you feel like everything's gonna explode soon, like heaven's inside your privates and the gate's about to burst open?" "Huh... yuh... huh..." her panting snatched away whatever she had tried to say. I sped up my sweet circling motion and her panting increased even more. Down in her pouting little crevice there was a drooling of wetness pouring forth. I snatched up some of it and used it to lubricate my massage on her clit's swollen little head. She lurched forward violently and moaned out loud. "Almost there?" I asked, panting. She nodded, sorta smiling in her eyes as the intensity built. It came with a sweet all-over giddiness for her, and she was getting very happy as her very first orgasm approached. "There! There! There! It's almost there!" she whispered hard, shocked by the approach of exactly what I'd told her would happen. And then there was a knock on my door. Shit! ------- Chapter 71: Taking Aim Amy leapt into the closet and slammed the door behind her before the third knock had even strucked. "Are you guys hungry?" Mom asked from behind the door. "I made sandwiches." I pressed my foot into the bottom of the door, just in case she opened it. "We'll be out in a minute, mom. Let me know if Charlotte calls." "Okay." And she wandered off down the hall. Amy peeked out. "Oh my god! That scared the hell out of me!" "You okay?" "Is she gone?" "Yes, she's gone." "I was so close! I could feel it." "Wanna finish?" "Is it safe?" "She'll be gone for a while now. She's watching TV. Hear it?" Amy nodded. "We can stop if you want." "I was so close! Look at me, I'm shaking so bad!" "You should get dressed then." "No! Let's finish. Please?" I grinned at her. "Here. I'll show you something even better." I pulled her to the bed and sat her down in front of me. My bulging erection was right in front of her face and her eyes widened in terror, wondering if I'd changed my mind. I hadn't. The look on her face was so adorably compliant though. If I'd have dropped my pants right then she probably would have spread wide and let me try to put it in her. That wasn't the plan though. Instead, I dropped to my knees and pushed her back onto my bed. She dropped back, hesitantly, wondering what I was planning, propping herself up on her elbows. She looked down at me and I tugged her sexy panties down. They came off without resistance and settled around her ankles. There before my face was the prettiest little pussy I'd ever seen, covered with lightly tangled hairs on top, and peachfuzz on the front. It was the colour of a peach too, so it was somewhat appropriate. "What are you gonna do?" she asked. "Just lie back, close your eyes, and concentrate on the tingles. But whatever you do, don't scream." I reached back and locked my door, and then I turned to see Amy lying naked on my bed with her legs slightly parted, one arm draped across her eyes, covering her modest maidenly blushing. She was sucking nervously on her finger. Her thighs were opening and closing, anxious, nervously expecting to be thrown open so she could be violently penetrated in her most intimate parts. Instead there was a gentle touch of my hands, and I spread them wider, and then she felt a dabbing wet kiss on her clit. She gasped. She shivered. And she lifted her pelvis, pressing into the kiss. My tongue slipped out and wiped across her clit. She gasped again, louder, but still a whisper. Then I went down on her fully, licking, lapping, sucking, kissing, flickering, circling, tugging, teasing, touching, tonguing, and tasting. She was going crazy. It sounds cliche. It sounds like an exaggeration, but it wasn't too far from the truth. It was like her very mind was bending from the pleasure of my mouth. I don't even know if she knew where she was at that point. All she knew was that there was a tongue toying with her little clitty and it felt more beautiful than anything she'd experienced her whole life — and she couldn't scream. Instead, she grabbed a pillow, covered her face and gasped loudly into it, releasing little cries that sounded like the frightened gasps of a drowning woman, like she couldn't get enough air in. "Oh, god, oh, god, oh, god, oh GOD!" she mumbled into the pillow. At least that's what I assume she was saying. Half the time I couldn't hear because he thighs were closing around my ears as well. And then suddenly —POW!-- it happened for her. The orgasmic bubble burst and released it's ecstasy in a thrilling series of physically blissful little explosions. Every nerve ending inside her hot little privates shot off sweet fireworks, intensified by the rush of blood and energy and muscle spasms that contracted and released, contracted and released, pumping out tingling shivers of hot ecstasy all through her. They started from her sexual centre, and spread out, down her legs, through her tummy, to her nipples, down her arms, up her neck and back, down to her toes, and all the way up to her scalp. She shook. She moaned long and loud into the pillow, and she ground hard into the source of all that heaven — my sweet kiss. And then, because I didn't stop or even slow down, she crested, crashed, rebuilt the tension, and came again, only thirty seconds later, and then she came again until finally her thighs closed hard on me and she jerked her pelvis away from my mouth, twisting sideways, squirming away from me, and wriggling across the bed, holding her hand defensively against my approach. "Can't breathe... can't... ah... god... my whole body... it's everywhere..." I smiled, saying nothing. Letting her wind down. She lay there squrming and twiching, shuddering and sighing. I reached out to touch her calf when it came near me, but she pulled away. "Don't touch me... wait!" I smiled. A couple minutes later she was calm again, just lying there breathing slow and deep, like she'd just been born and was taking her very first breaths or something. Finally after a couple more minutes she spoke. "That wasn't gross at all." I smiled again. "I get it now," she said. "I know what the big deal is." "Nice, isn't it?" "You're made of magic or something. I never felt like that... ever!" "Well, the trouble is, Aims, it's not always gonna be that good. Most guys just wanna take you and stick it in. They don't care if you feel good or not. They don't know how sexy it is to make a girl come and watch her wriggle and squirm and writhe and squeal like you just did. All they wanna do is come. It's very sad." "I'll just stick with a guy like you, who knows what to do." "Good plan, if you can find one." "That was more beautiful than you said it would be. I was expecting something nice, but that... !" "It feels that good for a guy too when the girl really knows what she's doing, especially when you're in love, and you know you're in love and everything's safe and secure." "Like you and Charlotte?" Ouch... I didn't answer. "All I'm saying is, save yourself for a guy who really, really loves you, and wouldn't leave you for anything, and you'll always feel that way, even when he doesn't even touch you." "I'd go insane if I always felt that way." "It's a feeling in your heart, Aims. It's different, but just as powerful. I hope you feel it one day, that feeling where you'll just do anything and everything for a guy just because he's so awesome to you." "I already feel that way," she said, staring into my eyes. "You think you do, my girl, but you don't even know me. What you're feeling isn't love, it's just intense excitement, and the desire for love. It feels like love, but it's not. I'll be your friend. I'll make you feel like that whenever we get a chance, but I want you to be real with me, okay. I want you to be smart, and brave, and be honest. You just met me yesterday. You won't feel like you really love me, until you really know me." "I really love you now. I already do," she said. "How do you know?" "Because the thought of you going back to Charlotte breaks my heart. I want you to be mine." Oh no. What had I done? "It just feels like love, Amy. It's just a bunch of hormones and giddiness and craziness in your head all mixed up together, but real love is different." "I love you, Anthony! I love you, I love you, I love you!" Oh no! She was almost in tears, giddy and giggling drunkenly, sighing and whimpering as she said it over and over again, staring at me like I was an angel in the flesh or something. Dammit! "This is what I didn't want to happen, Aims," I said with a sigh. "Because you're not even old enough to be dating anyone yet, and I don't want you to be hurt." "I won't tell anyone anything. Not even Charlotte. I won't act crazy around you. I'll be calm. I'll be normal. But inside I'll be flying like a rollercoaster. I love you, I love you, I love you." "And if your heart gets broken, don't say I didn't warn you. I guess you gotta find these things out on your own. I guess you gotta go through them. It's part of growing up, learning, and becoming who you're gonna be." "Can I do yours now?" she said bluntly. "I wanna try it." "Do mine? What do you mean?" "You know, your thingy, um, your cock. I wanna suck..." I looked at her nervously, as she tried to force the words out. "Your cock. I wanna suck your cock, Anthony." Whoa! What happened to the shy little kid I met yesterday who couldn't even let those words touch her lips? Now she wanted my dick in her mouth? "Do you even know how?" "I saw those movies last night. I know how." "Watching and doing are two different things." "Just let me try, okay?" "What about my mom? What if she comes down the hall again?" "I'll get dressed. And if she comes, just put it away." She jumped off the bed and started getting dressed. What was I going to do now? Now I had Amy falling for me too. As if I didn't have enough trouble with Charlotte. Amy would want to be hanging out with me, just me and her, and that would look bad immediately. How was I gonna get out of this? "We should get ready and head to the dance, Aims. It's getting late." "I just wanna try it. We have lots of time." "I thought you said it was sooo gross and all that?" "I changed my mind." (Women.) "What if Charlotte gets mad?" I was throwing out any excuses I could at that point. She was almost dressed. "Charlotte won't find out. Unless you tell her." Damn! This kid was too smart for her own good. She was done dressing and she plopped down on the bed in front of me. My cock was hard and bulging out of my pants. She looked at me expectantly. "There's stuff that comes out, you know? It's kind of icky and gross." "I tasted it this morning, remember? It's not gross at all." There was apparently no argueing with her. I sighed and decided to let Fate have her way with us. I unzipped and drew out my dick. It stretched out in all its length and thickness, pointing out at her face, clean as a whistle from the shower I'd taken. Amy regarded it with cautious excitement. It was simultaneously dangerous to her and exciting at the same time. I looked down at her looking at it and she looked up at me, then back down at it, just sitting there, not touching it. "Better hurry," I said. "Mom could be back any moment now." "Sorry. I'm just all nervous now." "You don't have to do anything if you don't want to," I said. "If you're scared, don't worry about it." It was the same line I'd used on Sheila time and time again, but this time I wasn't trying to use reverse psychology. I really did want to chicken her out. "I'm not scared. I just don't know... how do I start?" "There's lots of ways to start. It depends what you want to do with it." "I wanna make you cum, like you did for me. Yummy in my tummy." My cock throbbed at that, and she giggled nervously. She reached out and slid my pants down off my hips, freeing my privates to her full access. "I don't know if we have enough time for that-" I was nervous now. Somehow she'd made me as edgy as a virgin about to experience my first time as well. I was about to put a stop to it once and for all, reaching down to pull my pants back up, but she cut me off, suddenly grabbing my dick in two hands and tugging on it's length, stroking her grip along its shaft. I gasped at the sudden softness and coolness of her hands on my hot dick. "Gotcha!" she said, and giggled again. "Well, that's a start," I said with a hesitant sigh. "That feels good, right?" "Yes it does, but..." She stroked it more aggressively, and then she gave it a sweet little kitten lick across its head, cutting off my train of thought once again. "But what?" she challenged me. She licked me again. Lick, lick, lick, up and down the end of my shaft and across its sensitive face. "But nothing. That feels awesome." She stroked me like that for a minute or so, exploring me in her hands, and licking softly along its length, hesitantly, experimentally, getting more and more excited with every tremble of my hands and every quiver of my lip. She'd won. I surrendered to the pleasure of her sweet little tongue and just let her have me. She sat up again and looked at me. "Now what? What do I do now?" "Whatever you want?" "What do you want me to do?" She was looking up at me again, her bright, shining eyes desperate for my approval. Her tongue flicked out again and tickled its face, making me shudder, making me wanna be deep in her hot little mouth. "Well, I guess you could put it in your mouth, suck on it a little, if you want. That would feel good." She bowed downward and opened her mouth. Her little pink tongue stretched down across her teeth and touched her bottom lip. The face of my dick touched down on that tongue and I shivered. The head of it slipped inside her mouth and she closed her lips around it. She bowed forward some more, taking a bit of the shaft in too. She had to open really wide to get it all in, but in it went, and she sealed it snuggly in her grip with some pretty little suction. I breathed a happy sigh. "That's a good start." Her neck was craned at a weird angle though, so she slid off the bed without letting go of my cock and knelt in front of me. Now she could really work. Now she could see my face and watch my reactions. She held it there in her mouth, just the head for a moment, looking up at me, and then down at my shaft. She smiled, feeling very naughty, sitting there with a dick in her mouth for the very first time — a really big dick. She gave it a little suck and it slid in deeper across her tongue. Yummy. It felt nice. I pulled back again, teasing her with the threat of withdrawal, and she sucked harder, pulling me back in again to where I was. My cock slid back and forth inside her warm sucking little mouth and I shivered again. Seeing that this apparently pleased me, the dear girl began pumping her suction off me and back on again, massaging me with her tongue as I slid in and out across it. Her cheeks hollowed a bit and her lips made little slurping sounds as she tried to suck harder. Taking a cue from the porn she'd seen the night before, she began pumping my shaft with her hands as well. "There... now you're getting the idea." I sighed with a drunken little laugh and stood there fucking her little mouth, or rather, being fucked by it. She somehow seemed to have a natural sense for what felt good to me, and what didn't, without even so much as bumbling through trial and error. She was doing wonderfully already, her very first time, with no other instruction than the one porn video she'd seen. She didn't stop. She didn't break the rhythm. She didn't scrape me with her teeth. She didn't go too far down and gag herself. She just bobbed very slowly on and off the end of it and stroked the rest with her increasingly slippery little hands. The sexy little minx was actually giving me really good head. I was stunned. I was nowhere near coming though, no matter how deliciously sweet her slip-sliding suction felt on my cock. Plus I was exhausted from the emotional rollercoaster ride of the day's events. Plus I wasn't exactly feeling good about what was going on, not in my mind anyway, and all that added up to a long, dragged out blowjob that lasted far too long. She went on like that for a good five or six minutes without stopping once and I just kept encouraging her with my happy little moans and sighs. Her mouth did feel really fucking good. I was loving every move, every tickle of her tongue, every caress of her slithering hands. I just couldn't seem to climax for some reason. Finally she stopped. "Am I doing something wrong?" she asked, looking genuinely worried. "Look at it, Aims. It's swollen, hard as a rock, and red as a tomato. It feels wonderful. You're doing awesome. Sometimes it's not just about coming though. Sometimes it just feels nice to be sucked. Use your tongue more, back and forth underneath, go a little faster, tickle my balls too, be more energetic. I'll get there. You gotta really want it." She stared up at me with her full attention as I said these things, then she nodded like I was a respected instructor in Cock-Sucking 101 or something. Her mouth descended upon me once more, opening wide, taking me in again and clamping down on it with her sweet suction. And this time she got going faster, sucking a little harder, and milking me with her hands. Her wiggly little tongue flickered and tickled as well, adding an extra thrill to every eager little bob of her head. Her fingertips caressed my scrotum, jumbling my testicles around in their sack as she sucked at my cock, coaxing their contents from them with excited little strokes. My moans got a little louder and she knew she was doing something right. The louder my moans got, the faster she went, until she was pumping and bobbing a couple times a second. It was a tough pace to keep up, and she panted through her nose as she went. But she never slowed down. She wanted my cum, and she was determined to get it. "Ah, yeah. Nice..." I felt like I might actually come now. My cock began throbbing and twitching inside her mouth and she squealed excitedly with a happy little gasp at the feel of it. "Holy fuck, girl. Oh my god!" She went even faster, jerking both hands up and down my shaft, begging for my cum with all her energy. It was not far off now. "What are you gonna do when it happens?" I asked. "It's not long now?" She flashed her eyes up at me with a wickedly naughty gleam and kept right on going. Apparently she meant to swallow it all. Yummy in her tummy. Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie! her greedy little motions said. She pumped my cock with her mouth, pulling hard, sloshing me around inside her hot slithering suck. The tingles hit me, the ticklish tingles that loaded the come into the chamber. I groaned loud, almost weeping with the ecstasy of her attention. She wanted my cum and she wanted it right fucking now! I lasted about ten more seconds after this thought went through me. When I realized that she was gonna take my load in her mouth and swallow it down, completeing her very first blowjob like a seasoned pro, my brain went gooey and my orgasm surged forward from the ready position. "Okay... ah, god! Here it comes..." Then I growled. My cock expanded in her mouth and —sploosh!-- out it came, squirting to the very back of her throat. She jerked back, surprised, but didn't pull off, and down across her tongue it went as the next spurt flooded out of me. I grabbed her head hard and fucked forward into her mouth, not wanting her to pull off. She didn't resist. I pumped my cock in and out of her beautiful suction and delivered my ecstasy into her curious little mouth. Three, four, five more spurts came, and I slowed to a halt, holding on to her pretty little head as I shivered to a finish. "Ah... ah... ah, yeah..." She peered up at me from between my forearms and her eyes were wide with excitement. I pulled my cock from her slurping little lips and fell to sitting in front of her, exhausted. There she sat with a mouthful of cum. Her face turned from giddy excitement to a twitching little grimace as the flavour and texture hit her. I saw her rolling it across her tongue and she twisted her chin this way and that, trying to decide if maybe it wasn't just a little bit gross afterall. She looked like she'd just bit into a sour gumball or something. I grinned at her. "I warned you," I said. She opened her mouth and stretched out her tongue, as if that would reduce the intensity of the flavour for her. I saw my pearly load there on the flat pink of her tongue and I grinned again, raising an eyebrow at her. Some of it spilled off her tongue and dribbled down her chin. She scooped it up with her finger and returned it to her mouth, looking absolutely whorish. "You better just swallow it and get it over with. You're just dragging it out longer like this." She closed her mouth again and shook her head no. I saw her swirl it around on her tongue a bit more and then she smiled at me — a strained smile, but a smile no less. Finally she swallowed, in two struggling gulps, and it was gone. "What was that all about?" I asked her. "I was just trying to get used to it. Next time I'll be ready for it." "Next time?" "The next time you let me do that. You liked it, right?" There was that frightened little gaze again, as though my slightest disapproval would send her world into a tailspin. It was exciting and scary at the same time. "Of course I liked it. You have the proof of that swimming around in your tummy in fact. I'm just not sure we should make a habit of this, you know?" "Why not?" "Cause what if someone found out? What if I got caught doing this to you?" "Doing what to me? I'm the one doing things to you!" She obviously didn't grasp the big picture and it made me feel like even more of a jerk. I'd meant to say no, to do none of this with her, but there I was with my guilt dribbled all over her chin. I felt like I'd taken advantage of her, of her innocence, her naivety, her schoolgirl crush. I felt like an ass. Why do these things always hit you as soon as the load is out? Why don't they every show up before you've made a terrible mistake? Of course she would argue that it wasn't a mistake at all. She would say it was wonderful, fun, exciting, but she didn't see the big picture. I put my dick away gave her a kiss on the forehead. "You were awesome," I said. "I loved it." I didn't know what else to say. She grinned and wiped off her chin on a towel I had draped over the headboard of my bed. "Anthony Mitchell. My first fuck." "Whoa, there. We haven't done that yet." "Not yet." Uhg. It's not very often you find yourself trying to escape from the offer of a young girl's virginity. If I was a couple years younger I would have been jumping at the chance. But now I just felt like a cradle robber. "We'll cross that bridge when we get there." Unfortunately, we got there about six hours later. ------- Chapter 72: Love Lines "Isn't she a bit young for you, Anthony?" mom said as I bit into one of her sandwiches. Amy was in the washroom. "What are you talking about?" "Come on, you think I was born yesterday, kiddo? You've been hiding in the bedroom with the door shut for the past hour and she comes out wearing a different outfit then she was wearing when she went in. And what happened to that Charlotte girl, anyway?" "Nothing happened in the bedroom, mom," I lied, "and me and Charlotte are still together. Amy's her sister. She's just hanging out with me while Charlotte's... busy." "Alright. Don't get testy. I just wanna make sure you're not getting in trouble." Charlotte finally called while Amy and I were eating sandwiches. Amy was sitting there oggling me like a lovesick puppy, making me feel worse and worse by the minute. I was about to remind her she'd promised not to act crazy in front of people when the phone rang. "Anthony?" "Hello, Charlotte." "Is Amy with you?" "Yup." "When are you bringing her home?" "I'm not bringing her home. I'm taking her to the dance." "Oh. You're going?" I was trying to think of some clever comeback to her stupid question, but before I could open my mouth Jade called out in the background. "Charlotte, he's getting hard again..." I said nothing. Charlotte said nothing. Amy bit into her sandwich, staring at me like I had rainbows coming out of my eyes or something. "I don't know what to say, Anthony." "Neither do I." Now Amy was licking a dribble of mayonaise off of her finger, looking at me with that naughty little gleam again. I winked at her, trying to pretend I wasn't fighting off an emotional hurricane inside my being. I got up and went around the corner for a bit of privacy. Apparently so did Charlotte. Jades cooing and giggling faded and there was the sound of a closing door. "I'm sorry, Anthony. I messed up." "You didn't mess up. You're just being Charlotte. This is perfectly normal for you. If you'd have treated me like a human being, and sent that self-absorbed hard-on on two legs packing, that would have been messing up for you." "That's mean, Anthony." "I'm not trying to be mean. You can't change who you are. I don't expect you to." "I'm trying to apologize." "Why?" "What do you mean why?" "Steve was right. You're not really apologizing. You just don't want to feel shitty inside. The apology is just words though. You're not really sorry." "What do you want me to say!?" "Just be straight with me." "I don't even know what the hell happened, Anthony. How the hell can I explain it to you?" "Just be straight with me." "What the hell does that mean? Just be straight with you? What am I supposed to say?" "Why are you mad at me? I didn't do anything wrong." "You're treating me like shit!" I laughed. It was a sad kind of laugh though. A tired laugh. "Don't laugh at me! I'm trying to apologize and you're treating me like shit." "I'm not allowed to be mad?" "You can at least be decent about it." "So far I've been very fucking decent, as decent as a human being can be, considering the circumstances." "You're talking to me like I'm some kind of whore." "You're not a whore, Charlotte. You're just stupid." She was stunned silent, like I'd smacked her in the face. I didn't say anything else until she spoke again. "Anthony, whatever the hell I did, I don't deserve to be belittled like that. I don't-" "Let's talk about being belittled, Charlotte! You wanna talk about being belittled? Try having your girlfriend walk right past you without even looking you in the eye, on her way to fucking a guy who wouldn't even give her boyfriend, the man she claims to love, the time of day. Try sitting around all damn day, trying to think about anything else but the fact that this same arrogant asshole is coming all over her and her slut friend over and over again while her boyfriend babysits the sister she just met the day before. If you don't think that's belittling, if you don't think that's the stupidest fucking thing you've ever heard in your whole damn life, I'd hate to see how low your definition of stupid really goes." I said all this, angrily, furious, but never raising my voice about a low mumble. I didn't want Amy to hear a word. Charlotte was silent, probably crying, but I didn't care. "I'm taking Amy to the dance. I'm protecting her from finding out her sister is meanest, dumbest, most disrespectful bitch on the face of the earth. If you find time between taking loads out of Vincenzo's big Itallian peperoni, you'll find us at the dance." I was gonna hang up, but I couldn't. Just before I pulled the phone away from my ear, I heard a quiet sob. I held the phone out in front of me for a moment, and then slowly brought it back to my ear, squeezing my eyes shut and clutching my fist to the side of my head. I let out a long sigh. "You're right, Anthony. You're absolutely right. But you know what? This is why I didn't want to have a boyfriend in the first place. This is why I never wanted to you to fall in love with me. This is why I should have just stayed single, happy, and free, with no one to hurt except myself. I never asked you to fall in love with me. I warned you. Didn't I warn you? So maybe we're both just a little bit stupid, aren't we?" "Who's more stupid? The guy who actually believes his girl can become better than she is, if she really tries, or the girl who walks all over that faith, pisses on it and tosses it away?" "What do you mean better than she is? The only thing that's wrong with me is that I was dumb enough to have a boyfriend, especially a jealous little boy in a teenage body who can't stand the idea that his girlfriend might not want to be tied down to one cock the rest of her life!" "It's not about whether you fuck other guys, Charlotte. It never was. It's about who these guys are. You think for one second you're mom would ever touch this vincenzo guy with a ten foot pole? You'd think she'd even speak to anyone who treated your father like hired help who's no more than an obstacle to walk around on his way to fucking his woman? I've only known your mother for a couple weeks and even I know that she'd never do that in a million years. It's too bad her daughter can't show her man the same respect." That got her. She quit fighting me after that. She knew she was totally and completely in the wrong. I'd won the fight, but I didn't enjoy the victory at all. You can't enjoy being right when the truth you're argueing is that you've been a loser all along. "What hurts the most is that I believed in you Charlotte. I still do. You're better than this. I don't know why you keep doing this. I guess you're just scared, insecure, and just a little bit dumb about how to deal with these things. But I believe in you. I honestly do." I was crying now, telling her these things through a broken, croaking voice. "Don't," she said. "I'm not worth it." And she hung up. Of course my first impulse was to rush down there, grab her by the shoulders and shake her until she came to her senses, but I didn't. I stopped myself. What would I tell Amy? The best I could do was just hope she figured things out on her own and called me in the morning. In the mean time, I had to take Amy to the dance. What I really wanted to do though, was talk to Sheila. Sheila would make me feel better. I dialed her number. Vanessa answered. "Sheila's not home, dear. She went back to Charlotte's. She said she'd be back Sunday. I thought you were over there with her." "I'm going there later." "This must be some project you're working on. She's been there for three days now." "It's pretty big, but we're almost done. How are you? You feeling better?" "I had a hot bath and managed to eat something. I'm feeling better now. The place is all clean too. Tell She I said thanks. She left without saying goodbye." "I will." "Take care of her for me, sweetie. I mean that." "I will." Amy peeked sideways around the corner. Just her eyes were showing. She blinked twice. She was wearing the kitty hoody — black hood, with two pink triangle cat ears on top. She looked adorable. Blink, blink. "Done your sandwich?" "I am indeed." "You ready to dance?" "That too." "Shall we?" "Kitty wants more cream." Blink, blink. My cock hardened. "We gotta go, Aims. The dance started already." Moments later we were in the truck, driving toward my school. Mick and Janine would be there. Steve would be there. Sheila would be locked in the Lawsen's basement all night, and lord knows where Charlotte would be. Amy, it turned out, was almost as insatiable as Charlotte. As soon as we got onto the road she was practically in my lap, trying to fish my cock out of my pants. "Kitty wants cream. Kitty wants cream." "Kitty's gonna have to wait," I said. She bumped my arm and I just about drove into a parked car. "Eek!" she squealed, and ducked down onto the seat. "I'm sorry. I'll be good!" That lasted for about thirty-five seconds though. From wear she lay on the seat, she was only inches away from my cock. She wriggled up and laid her head in my lap, looking up at me. "You're hard. I can feel it." I was indeed. "You've been rubbing my cock. I can't help it." "Can I suck on it?" "What's gotten into you, Amy? Less than twenty-four hours ago you were this sweet little innocent girl who wouldn't even swear. Now you're acting like a full-out nympho." "I guess you were right about me. It was all an act because I was worried someone would think I'm a slut or something. Now I just don't even care. I feel awesome. I feel like it's finally okay for me to just be myself." "Are you sure this is who you are?" "All I know is it feels really good being naughty and sexy." "And what if I don't feel good about you acting like that?" "You sure felt good about it a while ago. And you will again as soon as I get my mouth around that thing again." "Yes, it feels good, physically, but in my mind it feels wrong." "Why?" "Because I'm not sure this is who you really are. I'm not sure this is who you wanna be." "I thought you said it was all about growing, learning, making my own mistakes and just making it up as I go." "Some mistakes you can't take back though." She was quiet for a moment, looking up at me as the headlights from on-coming cars lit up my face off and on. "Are you and Charlotte fighting?" "Kind of." "What about?" "About her, I guess. She's kinda weird sometimes and I don't know how to deal with it." "You guys gonna break up?" "I don't think so. We've been through this before and we got through it." "If she breaks up with you, I bet a lot of girls will be willing to take her place." I sighed. It was supposed to comfort me, but it didn't. The Charlotte I loved, the Charlotte I believed she could be could never be replaced. But how long could I wait for her to become the Charlotte I'd imposed upon her in my dreams? And did I even want her to change? Did I even love the real her, who she actually is, or did I just love the idea of who I wanted her to be? "You really love her, don't you?" Amy said. "I don't know anymore. I don't even know if I know who she really is. You can't love a person for who you want them to be. You have to love who they really are. You have to really know them, and really love who they really are..." "Sometimes you can just love someone just because you wanna love them. Sometimes it's just about how you feel, no matter who they are. It's just as strong, you know. Maybe stronger, 'cause nothing they do matters. It's about you. It's about your choice to love them no matter what." I was at a red light when she said that. I looked down at her and saw the soft amber glow of a streetlight on her face. "You're a brave girl," I said. "You're talking about unconditional love, and that's the scariest of all." "That's the way I love you. Just 'cause I want to. Just 'cause it makes me happy." "Thank you," I said. And the light turned green. "You're welcome. Now can I please suck your cock again?" "Go ahead," I said with a resigned sigh. And she did, all the way to the school. It turned out, Charlotte showed up at the dance too, and she looked phenomanally sexy. I just stared at her all night, watching her dance, watching her laugh with other guys, watching her glance up at me every once in a while with a sad look in her eye. Amy stayed with me the whole time, following me around like a shadow in her little kitty hoody. Except for a few dances she had with Charlotte and some other gals, she never left my side. I didn't dance at all. Then the slow songs came on and she danced with some other guy. Everyone was looking at her. She laughed happily as though nothing had changed. The guy squeezed her butt and whispered something into her ear. She shook her head, telling him no, not right now, and the heart-breaking, tear-jerking slow song continued. Apparently me and Charlotte Lawsen were over. ------- Book IV: Release ------- Chapter 73: The Dance It turns out Amy was right. As soon as the gossip got around that Charlotte and I were no longer an item, girls started coming up to me, hugging me, telling me how sorry they were about it, asking me if I was okay, and if I would like to dance. It was actually hard to feel bad after about nine or so different girls had hit on me, some subtly, some blatantly. And it didn't stop all night. I finally gave in and danced with this girl named Jennifer — tall, very cute, very curvaceous, and with an extraordinary rack. It was a slow song and she held me close, pressing her breasts into me as though I needed a pillow to rest on in my fragile condition. We didn't really talk much though. I wasn't feeling very talkative. I looked over though, and saw a young boy sitting beside Amy, talking with her. She was smiling shyly, laughing occasionally, and looking like she was actually having fun. That was good. I also saw Steve talking to a young lady as well. She didn't seem very interested in being seen talking to him, but he didn't notice, or didn't care. He was just happy to be there at the dance, rocking his head back and forth in time to the song, and talking too loud about something he thought was incredibly cool. Eventually she actually started talking back to him, and she even smiled a few times. Very cool. Steve didn't seem too crushed anymore. He didn't seem to care at all what anyone thought of him. I guess no matter how much of a nerd you are, if you don't give a shit what anyone thinks about you, you're still kinda cool. The song ended and another one started. I pulled away from Jennifer, wanting to sit down for a while. She held on to me though. "One more. Just one more!" "I gotta sit down for a bit. Thanks for the dance." But on my way back to sit down with Amy, another girl grabbed me and pulled me back to the throng. A girl named Gerri Meskaleck, a friend of Charlotte's. I sighed and went. "I'm so sorry to hear about you and Charlotte," she said. "You must feel awful." "What did you hear?" "I heard she just didn't want to be tied down or whatever, even though you're like the sweetest guy ever, she said." "Charlotte said that?" Apparently she hadn't told Gerri the whole story. "Yeah. She says she feels awful, but it's for the best." "I hope so." "Don't worry, Anthony. I've already talked to at least fifteen girls who've said you can tie them down any time you damn well want." "I've noticed." "I'm one of them," Gerri said, staring me right in the eyes, leaning in like she wanted me to kiss her, like she wanted me to know I could do whatever the hell I wanted to her and that would be just exactly peachy keen. I didn't though. I just danced with her, trying to ignore the lyrics of the song. Some soulful balladeer was going on and on about how things would have been much better if they'd only tried a little harder, and not given up so soon. "Because you're worth it to me. You're all I'll ever need. We can hold on for forever, if you just try to believe..." etc. etc. Shut up, asshole, I thought to myself. Why do these songs always seem to hit the nail right on the head, at the worst possible time? I was trying not to get choked up. "Look at this," Gerri muttered to me, nodding her head to the left. I looked. Some guy was dancing with a girl, and they were slurping away on each other's tongues like it was their last meal or something. "Wow. Apparently they really like each other." "Look lower," she said, nodding downward. I looked lower. He had his hand up her skirt and down her panties, his wrist was twisting and turning like he was digging for gold or something. My eyes widened. She was a really cute girl with a very sweet-looking ass. I didn't know who she was, but I knew the guy from one of my classes. He looked over, saw us looking, and grinned. Then he went back to the kiss. "Someone's getting lucky tonight," I said. Then Gerri kissed me, or tried to anyway. I turned my face away at the last second and her kiss landed on my cheek. She tried to kiss my mouth but I turned away the other way. "I'm sorry," she said, embarrassed. "I know it sounds like a line, but I can honestly say that it truly isn't you. It's me." Gerri was a very beautiful girl, and any guy in the room would have been thrilled to kiss her, but I didn't feel like kissing anyone at the moment. I was actually thinking about how I'd probably never be able to kiss Charlotte again, not without feeling more pain than joy. "I know. You must be so crushed inside. And that just makes me want to kiss you even more. You're such a sweet guy, Anthony, and if I didn't love Charlotte so much, I'd say she's not worth one of your tears, except she is, and it's all just a fucked up situation." "You're telling me." Amy was a few feet away from me, dancing with the boy she'd been talking to. I smiled at her. She shrugged. She looked happy. "But you know, in spite of everything that's happened to you and Charlotte," Gerri continued, "I gotta say that if there's anything I can do for you, you just gotta ask. You know what I mean? Anything." Anything. Wow. Gerri was offering me something very beautiful. Basically all of herself. And why? Because she thought I was hurting (which I was) and she wanted to make me feel better. "That's very cool of you, Gerri. It means a lot to me. Honestly. I just can't take you up on that. Not yet. You understand." "My head understands, anyway. My body wants to drag you off behind the nearest closeable door and make you forget that Charlotte Lawsen even exists." "That would actually be nice, at least for a little while." I was referring to forgetting that Charlotte even existed. Gerri thought I meant the sex. "You want to? Let's go right now." Wow. That easy. How many guys wished they could be in my place right then? And there I was too wrapped up in Charlotte to even respond. It was understandable though. Charlotte was a beautiful girl, and I loved her completely. "I can't, Gerri. It's not just Charlotte. I'm sorta supposed to be keeping an eye on her sister too. Have you met her little sister?" "I heard she was in town. That's her right there, isn't it?" "Yeah." "She kinda looks like Charlotte, except darker. And younger." She did too. Gerri moved my hands off her waist, down to her ass. She had a nice ass. I raised my eyebrow at her. "Maybe later?" she said, and her eyes reiterated the anything she'd offered me. "Maybe." "Would it help if I told you I got a thing about going down on a guy? I really, really like it." She was really, really trying to convince me. Luckily the song was ending. I kissed her on the cheek again. "I'd really, really like that Gerri. But give me some time to let things cool down first, okay?" "I'm sorry," she said again. And we parted ways after squeezing one another's hands. "Mammphomy!" someone called out to me as I headed back to the bleachers. I turned. It was Jimmy, the new guy in school, the one from my English Composition class, the class where I'd first been paired up to tutor Charlotte. I didn't recognize him at first though. I just gave him a blank stare. "'s Jimmy, mam!" he slurred, swaying on his feet. "Hey, Jimmy. How you making out?" "Chicks here's awesome. I got two different phone numbers already." "Wow. Two. That's great." I'd gotten at least nine, and as many offers of sex whenever I wanted it. But good for Jimmy though, except that he was apparently sloshed. "Y'ain't been at school the past few days." "I've been sick," I said. "How's it goin' wit you'n that Charlotte chick, mam? She one fine piece of peach pie or what?" "She is. But listen. She's single again, if you're interested." "No way, mam! That's awesome! I thought you'n her's like, a thing." "Not anymore." "Coool," he said, scanning the crowd for her. "Hey, there she is." She was over in a huddled group of dancers, shaking her ass, kicking her feet side to side, and just generally wriggling all over. She was flinging her hair around too and that made me ache for her once again. I suddenly saw her on her bed beneath me, with that hair splayed out in a wide fan beneath her on the pillow, like an angel's wings, and when I looked down, I saw my cock spearing into her solidly tight little kitty. "I'm 'unna go talk to 'er," Jimmy said. "Mam, I can hardly feel my mips... Lips, I meam!" He laughed out loud. Too loud. A teacher glanced over. "Go for it, man. Have a blast." There was a tug on my sleeve. I turned and saw two little pink kitten ears above two dazzlingly pretty eyes. "Hey, Aims," I said. "What's up?" "Very little." "I see you got a new boyfriend." "That's Devon," she said. "He just felt up my ass. What a dick." "Come on, admit it. You kinda liked it." "Nuh-uh. Not even. No way." "Not even a little bit?" "He doesn't even know me. What a knob." "You want me to punch him out?" I asked, smirking at her. "I just want you to stay near me, so he leaves me alone." "He's bugging you?" "He's kinda following me around, yeah." "He likes you. That's what boys do." "Yeah? Well I'm ignoring him. That's what girls do." I laughed. "I was right, wasn't I? About all the girls wanting to take Charlotte's place." "You were right, Aims." "Everyone was talking about you in the girl's bathroom. You're like a movie star or something. They all think Charlotte's nuts to let you go, but they're all glad she did." "That's nice to hear." "No it's not," she said. Her eyes fell to the floor. "Why not?" "Nothing. Never mind." When a woman says nothing, never mind, it usually means that it's the exact opposite of nothing — it's everything, and they just want to see if you care enough about them to ask. "Come on, Amy. What's wrong?" Amy started crying, right there in the dance. Her eyes were shining like wet jewels in the sparkling colours of the DJ's light show. "It means I don't have a chance in hell of you being my boyfriend. Ever. I'm not as pretty as any of them. I'm not curvy and sexy and slutty the way you like." "The way I like? What do you mean?" "You like girls like Charlotte, girls who act like they wanna fuck you any chance they get, girls who go all the way like it's nothing, girls who let guys feel them up on the dance floor, who give guys blow jobs under the bleachers." "It only seems that way, Amy. I'm not really like that." "All guys are. I gotta change, be a slutty stupid little whore, or no guy will ever want me." "That's the dumbest thing I've every heard you say. You know that's not true." "Yes it is." "Okay, look. I won't deny that it's physically attractive when a girl seems like she's easy and all that. It's part of our biology. Guys want to have as much sex as they can without having to do a lot of work to get it. We can't help it. But the truth is, guys also know, smart guys that is, that there's gotta be more to a girl than something you can come all over, or it's meaningless and stupid and shallow." "Smart guys?" Amy asked. "Yeah, guys who actually know how to treat women right, who aren't just all about spraying their loads around." "Guys like you." "I guess." And she looked at me, and cried even harder. I grabbed her and led her over behind the bleachers where less people could see us. "What's wrong, Amy?" "It's just that you're so special. You're like the only one who treats me right, and I feel like I can never have you." "I'm not the only guy who'll ever treat you right. Not even close. There's lots of nice guys out there. You just gotta hold out for the right ones, that's all. Don't be in a hurry. Don't feel like you have to have someone, right now. That's what causes you to make mistakes and get your heart broken, like that friend of yours, and the guy she'd just met." "Pam." "Yeah, her. She was probably trying to be just like what you're talking about, trying to be exactly what she thinks boys want, just so they'll pay attention to her, maybe even love her, but it doesn't work." "It worked for Charlotte." And then she wiped her tears and wandered away. I walked over and sat down on the bleachers again. Just staring around at people, just thinking. I saw Amy out on the dance floor a few minutes later, dancing with Janine and some other girls. She was trying to look happy, but I knew she wasn't. I knew her smile was phony. I sighed. Everything inside me felt all tied up in knots, almost ready to snap. I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down. Then the DJ played another set of slow songs, announcing that it was almost time to wrap it up. Thank god. I was immediately mobbed by three or four extremely beautiful girls, all asking if I wanted to dance with them, practically begging me. I apologized profusely but stood my ground. I did not want to dance anymore, with anyone. While the song played, that little Devon kid asked Amy to dance again. She accepted. I smiled. I guess maybe she was ready to accept things, even though she didn't much like it. That was cool of her. But then she started kissing the guy, and I mean really kissing him, full on, open mouth, tongues, roaming hands, everything. Whoa! I thought for a moment that maybe she was trying to make me jealous or something, but then I decided that she was smarter than that. She knew I was more confident than to be jealous of a fourteen-year-old kid. Then I thought maybe she was trying to be rebellious, maybe make me mad or whatever. That wasn't it either. I knew because she never once looked over at me to see if I was watching. She kissed him for practically the whole song and didn't even peek over at me once. I realized that the saddest truth of all was probably the correct one. She was trying to become what she thought guys wanted. Oh, Amy. And all girls her age. If only she could have seen how absolutely beautiful she was, just standing there dancing, just being herself. "You wanna dance, Anthony?" There beside me, looking as beautiful as I'd ever seen her, was Charlotte. I almost burst out bawling like a lost little boy right then and there, but I crumpled the feeling up in a bundle in my guts and held it back. I just stared at her for a moment, and I think she must have seen a dozen different emotions pass through my eyes in a matter of seconds. Anger, hurt, love, forgiveness, jealousy, sadness, regret, hope, guilt, pity, contempt, fear. They were all there like a great maniacal party, ready to break into a riot. "If you don't wanna, I understand." "I do want to." "But?" "I don't wanna cry my eyes out in front of everyone." "It helps to try to pretend like nothing even happened. Like it was all a beautiful dream. That's what I've been doing all night." "So have I. Not much luck with that though." "I don't want you to think I'm having an easy time with this either. Everything inside me is on fire and in mangled strips, shredded and angry and I just wanna scream and come running back to you and never let go." "But?" "But I don't ever want to hurt you. Never again. I honestly don't deserve you. I think even you realize that by now." "I don't know anything anymore. I don't know how I feel." "So let's just dance then." She took my hand and we walked out to the floor. The crowd parted like we were celebrities or something. All eyes were on us. People stopped dancing, just staring. We stopped in the middle of a clearing in the throng and started slow dancing. People around us started moving again, but they were still staring. Charlotte put her head on my shoulder and just held me. It felt so good it made my heart ache, like really painfully ache. She was soft. She was warm. She was real. She wasn't a dream. She was holding me tight. She apparently still loved me, and that for some reason was causing me more pain than relief. I didn't know why. "I really do love you, Anthony. I always will. I don't ever wanna let you go. I don't think I ever can. But breaking your heart like I did this afternoon... that's more agony than I can deal with. That's more torture to me than never holding you again as long as I live. Can you understand that? I can't trust myself. I don't think I can change, no matter how much I want to, no matter how much you believe in me. I think, the more you believe in me, the more I'll just keep breaking your heart. I love you with all my heart. I really do. I'm just really fuckin' lousy girlfriend material." I felt tears on my neck. "I don't know what to say, Charlotte. I don't know how I feel about all this, honestly. I've never been in love like this before either. I think it could be the most beautiful thing two people can ever experience together, or it can just be a bunch of non-stop horrible pain that eventually ends in misery, bitterness and hatred. What do we do?" "We let it go while it's still something beautiful." "Even if it tears away a piece of our soul." "Exactly..." And there were more tears on my neck. "Amy met someone... a boy," I said. "Aw. That's sweet." "They were kissing up a storm last I saw." "Really? I thought she said that was sooo gross." "Apparently she changed her mind. Women." "Sheila still at your place?" I asked. "She was there when I left, yeah. Working hard as usual. That's gonna be some production when it's done." Ouch. Thinking about that movie brought back every wide open wound of memories of the past few weeks. "It sure will." "I can't wait to see mom and dad again." "What are you gonna tell your mom? About us?" "Just the truth. I'm pretty sure she'll agree with me. She really likes you and she wouldn't want you to be hurt either. She'll be disappointed in me, I'm disappointed in me, but she knows I can only be who I am." "I guess so." Another song started. The last song of the night, according to the DJ. It was Unchained Melody. I hated that fuckin' DJ. "Daddy will be too caught up with Amy to even notice anything else. He called earlier, asking all about her. I've never heard him so excited. How is she? Are we getting along? Does she need anything? He says he offered to pay for any kind of treatment her mom needs, no matter what the cost, but they said all they can do is make her comfortable until the end. It's beyond treatment now. Oh, Anthony. Why does life have to be so fuckin' stupid and painful?" "So that you appreciate the good things even more. And so you can be stronger, and help others. At least that's what they say. I honestly have no idea. It all seems random and stupid most of the time." Lonely rivers flow, to the sea, to the sea, to the open arms of the sea... I'll be coming home. Wait for me. "Do you wanna kiss me?" she asked, not looking at me. "I've wanted to kiss you all night, but if I do I'll never stop. But I also don't want to. I can't get the image of Vincenzo out of my mind, you know?" Hot tears on my neck. She shook with a soundless sob. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." ... and time goes by so slowly. And time can do so much. Are you still mine? I need your love... She pressed her wet cheek against mine, a substitute kiss. She shook in my arms. I could almost feel her heart breaking. "It's alright. I can't have all this beauty all to myself, right?" She sobbed out loud right then. A couple of people looked. "I don't deserve you..." she cried softly on the skin of my neck. Then she broke away and hurried from the gym, crying fully. I watched her go. The song wound up into an all too appropriate crescendo. Some of the on-looking girls had tears running down their cheeks too. Everyone looked kinda sad. Some followed after her. Someone tried to give me a hug, but I walked away. I was sitting alone, behind the bleachers leaning up against the wall, hugging my knees, when the gymnasium lights came on. Everyone groaned and some kids started chanting for "ONE MORE SONG!" but the dance was over. The principal came on the sound system, thanking everyone for being on their best behavior and wishing them a great weekend. Kids started flowing out of the building, shouting, shoving energetically, laughing. Some were holding hands with dates, some were still kissing as they shuffled along with the river of people draining out of the gym. Mick found me sitting there. He had lipstick smeared on his cheek. Janine's. "Party at Charlotte's, man. Did you hear?" "What party?" "She's been inviting people over all night. Just a few people, close friends and all, but word got around. I bet a hundred fuckin' kids show up there tonight." "Shit!" We may have been broken up, but I still felt some responsibility to the Lawsens. They'd asked me to take care of Charlotte before they left. I assumed that included helping her to keep the entire school from trashing their house. Then a new thought hit me. If everyone in the school was gonna show up at Charlotte's, how was she possibly gonna keep her parents' career a secret? And... "Ah fuck!" "What?" Mick asked. "What if someone finds out about the movie?" "Ah fuck!" Mick echoed. We found Amy and Janine and hurried out of the gym. We had to get to Charlotte's before anyone else did. We had to warn Sheila. ------- Chapter 74: Insecurity It was long after dark when we left the school. Night had fallen while we'd hid ourselves in the gym, making teenage memories at one of the last couple dances of the school year. Mick and Janine went in his car, and Amy and I went in my truck. Amy was of course giddy to be alone with me once again, but I began to wonder how Charlotte was feeling about her little sister spending more time with me than with her. I get the idea that Amy must have been wondering that herself. She never mentioned it though. "What's the hurry, Anthony? Can't we go get some food?" "We'll order food at Charlotte's, 'kay?" "I guess. But why the big rush? You're driving like a crazy man." I was too, gunning the engine at every green light, racing through yellows, rolling through stop signs with barely a glance to the left and right, taking every turn with a squeal of my tires. Amy didn't seem worried though. She seemed more excited. "I just gotta get back to Charlotte's before half the school shows up. We're gonna have to send a lot of kids home. She's not allowed to throw a big party. Mick and I have to help her kick out all the kids that weren't invited." "Oh." A few kids actually did beat us back there. When we pulled into Charlotte's drive there were already some kids milling around in the yard in front of the front steps. They must have left the dance early and gotten there before the host had even arrived to let them in. The house was locked up and most of the lights were off. But those who were there were standing around in awe trying to figure out if they even had the right place. "I can't believe someone from our school lives in a place like this!" I jumped out of the truck and approached the small group. "What's up, guys?" "Party, man! We're here to party!" "Were you invited by Charlotte herself?" "Nah, man. We just heard about it. Thought we'd show up." "Well you heard wrong, man. Sorry. There's no party here. Just a bunch of kids spreading rumours." "Bullshit!" "Charlotte will tell you the same thing when she gets here." "We'll wait then." "It's friends only," I said to some new kids who came strolling up. "If you weren't invited by Charlotte herself, you're gonna have to go party somewhere else." "Who put you in charge? You're not even her boyfriend anymore." I wanted to punch the guy. I was having one of the worst days I'd had in a long time and I would have liked nothing more than to take it out on this snarky little punk's face. I didn't though. I stepped up into his space though, going eyeball-to-eyeball with him. "Charlotte's mom put me in charge actually. If you've got a problem with it maybe we should settle it right now." He backed down, muttering something about bullshit again to his buddies and they faded back into the gathering crowd. They were getting ornery. I sent Amy to wait in the truck. There were about fifteen kids standing around in a group on the lawn, eight guys and two girls I knew from school, and a few others I'd never seen before, waiting for things to get started. "Parents are out of town. It's Friday night. Time to party!" some kid yelled. The girl beside him took a swig of some concealed bottle and passed it to her friend. Other kids were smoking, spitting on the lawn, and generally acting like a bunch of junior assholes. No wonder older folks don't think much of teens. "PARTY!" Another kid yelled. I heard his voice echo off the house across the street. Uh-oh. Bad news already. I shoved him and told him to shut the hell up and get the hell out of here. He faded into the crowd as well, but didn't leave. Mick pulled up as more kids arrived. "You go in and warn Sheila," he said. "I'll keep things under control out here." "Hey, how come he gets to go in!?" someone yelled. "How come you assume that's any of your goddamn business?" Mick said with comforting authority. He was a big guy and the grumbling hushed up before I'd even closed the door. "I can't go in," I muttered quietly. "It's all locked up." "Well, that's good I guess. Isn't Sheila in there though?" "She'd be down in the basement. She's not answering the doorbell." We managed to keep the crowds relatively calm and under control for a while, waiting for Charlotte to get home. Finally Mick got the idea to hop the fence into the back yard and check if the back door was open. Apparently it was. A minute later he opened the front door and let us in. Janine came in with me. Mick stayed outside on crowd control. Amy went straight to the fridge and began stuffing her face with some leftover sandwiches. I dashed downstairs to the studio. There was Sheila, still hard at work. She looked up as I burst in, then looked at the clock with apparent surprise that it was already after midnight. Where had the time gone? "How was the dance?" she said. "We got a problem, girl." "Oh? Again?" "Yeah. Unfortunately Charlotte invited a few friends over and word's gotten around that the party's at Charlotte's tonight. Now we gotta fight to keep the entire school from showing up down here. Even if we do get most of them to take off, there's still gonna be quite a bit of traffic through the house. You might have to shut everything down until it blows over." "To hell with that," Sheila said. "Just lock the basement door." "There's no lock on the basement door." "Well then you're gonna have to stand guard at the top of the stairs all night." "I guess I'll have to," I said, blowing out an anxious sigh. "Are you sure you can't just take a break for a few hours?" "When am I ever gonna get a chance to finish this thing if I don't finish it by Sunday?" "I don't know." "And what happens if a bunch of drunken teenagers try to use this room as a make-out room with these hundred-thousand-dollar cameras standing around? You think for a moment they won't be all over the place, trying to shoot their own action movie down here?" "Shit..." "I don't suppose it's really your problem, but you're gonna have to make it your problem, if you want me to get this thing done." "You're right." "I'm always right." "Charlotte and I broke up," I said. Sheila just stopped and looked at me for a moment. Then she looked at the monitor as though trying to decide if there was no any point in continuing with the movie now. "What happened?" "That Vincenzo guy, from this afternoon, apparently Charlotte and her friend Jade spent the afternoon fucking like bunny rabbits while we were all out this afternoon." Sheila looked concerned. Then she looked kind of angry. Then she looked really, really sad. "I thought you guys were supposed to have this super open relationship and everything?" "I thought so too, but I couldn't deal with her fucking some guy who wouldn't even condescend to give me the time of day. It just proves to me that she doesn't really understand what love is." "So you're broken up now?" "Well yeah. I thought I could deal with shit like that, but I guess I can't. I can't deal with her being treated like a cumrag by some self-absorbed asshole who probably won't even remember her name this time tomorrow." Sheila was about to speak but Janine interrupted, crying out in fright from upstairs. "Anthony!" "Be right back, She!" I turned and ran. Mick was on the lawn, scuffling with a group of guys. Words had apparently been exchanged and now there was pushing and shoving. "Do something!" Janine said, watching through the living room window. I ran outside, just as a second guy moved around behind Mick to support his buddy. He looked like he was waiting for the chance to pounce. I never gave him that chance. I grabbed him by the throat and yanked him back, slamming him into the grass with a heavy pounding thud. All the wind went out of him in a dry wheeze, and I stood over ready for him to jump back up. "Having troubles, Mick?" I said. "Yeah. Asshole here thinks he should be allowed to walk right in the place, just because I don't live here." "I got your back, man. Anyone else wanna step up?" "I repeat. There is no party here, so all of you just step the fuck off and go hang out at the 7/11 or something. You will not be entering this house." The guy on the ground had gotten up and stumbled away, back into his group of friends. The guy who had squared off with Mick had backed up as well, seeing it would be no easy fight. More kids were arriving through, even as all this was going on, and things got even more intense. Where the hell was Charlotte? "I guess we all gotta take off," the punk said to the newcomers. "The testosterone brothers here figure they own the fuckin' place and they've decided we're all not good enough to attend their party." As soon as he'd finished speaking, he turned and tried to sucker punch Mick. Mick flinched sideways though and the fist simply grazed his cheek. It was the biggest mistake the kid made all night through. Having missed the punch, he spun a little off balance and Mick corrected him with a knee to the ribs that lifted him right off the ground. He landed about a foot back from where he'd been standing and doubled over in pain. Mick's foot shot up and he landed a kick right in the kid's face. This send him flipping right backward and he landed on the grass flat on his back with a loud thump. A girl screamed. Somebody took a swing at me while I was watching, connecting right in the temple. Everything flashed bright white for a moment and I stumbled sideways, knocked off balance for a moment, but before I'd even given my head a shake, Mick turned and collapsed the kid's nose with a cold hard crunching shot right in the face. The kid fell, unconscious before he hit the ground, and didn't get back up again. He apparently spent the night in the hospital too, I heard later, recovering from a concussion. "Anyone else!?" Mick said, clenching his fists at the group. The first kid got up again, with a very large shoe mark on the front of his face, and eyed Mick for another chance to strike. Mick was mad now though, and he stepped toward him in an aggressive stance, making the kid think better of taking a second shot. He backed up and backed down. "Alright, alright!" he said. "Let's get the hell out of here. We came here to party, not to scrap with a couple of beaned-up muscle heads." My head hurt, but I was okay. The three idiots we'd fought got the worst of it. A couple of them picked up their fallen buddy and carried him off on shaky legs. But more kids were arriving, by the carload. We kept shouting at the crowds that this party was by invite only, and only people that we knew were actually Charlotte's friends would be allowed inside. Most of them left peacefully, with only minor grumbling, a few of them had words for us, but left peacefully enough. The ones we knew were okay, were allowed inside, but even these groups had brought friends along with them that we didn't know. We didn't know whether to turn them away or not so we decided to wait for Charlotte. Where the hell was she? I decided to head inside and check on Sheila again. See if maybe I couldn't talk her into taking a break after all. Kids were getting rowdy out there and that definitely took precedence over finishing the movie. The basement lights were out though. I flicked the switch up and down a few times and no lights came on. So I felt my way down the stairs in the dark. The king-sized bed spread was hanging over the window of the control room and only a little bit of light came out from the monitor and a desk lamp she'd turned on inside there. I stumbled over some cables on the floor but found my way in to the control room. "What happened to the lights?" I asked. "I unscrewed all the bulbs. I figured if kids can't see anything down here they won't come snooping around. We'll keep the door shut up there, and the hall light out as well, and that should keep most of them away. Anyone else who wanders down here, we'll have to deal with one-on-one." "I guess so," I said. "We almost got in a full-out scrap up there. Mick knocked a couple guys out already. I think they were from another school or something." "Good thing he was here." "Yeah," I said. "You better get back up there. Make sure only sensible people are allowed in." I nodded and made my way back upstairs. There was Amy, talking on the cordless phone, looking nervous but happy. "Yes, we just got back from a school dance. It was fun. Some boy was following me around all night, but Anthony scared him away... Yeah, he's awesome. I like him... Yeah, he's here. You wanna talk to him?" She passed the phone to me. "Hello?" I said. "Hey there, Studly Doright. How's it shakin'?" Stephanie Lawsen. As soon as I heard her voice, I realized how badly I missed her. I looked up at the portrait of her on the wall and my heart yearned inside me to see her again. Somehow just the idea that she existed seemed to make the universe a lot less chaotic and a lot more comfortable. "Hey, Steph. How's the trip going?" "We're doing a lot better than you guys are over there, it turns out." "Yeah. I've definitely been better." "Charlotte called me from school Anthony. She told me what happened." Suddenly I wanted to cry again. Just the tone of her voice — so understanding, so accepting of whatever the situation was — it lifted an enormous weight off of me. "You heard the bad news, huh?" "You okay, sweetie?" "I've had a pretty rough day, actually, but I'm over here now anyway." "I'm glad you're there actually, kiddo. Char told me she invited some friends over. I want you to make sure it doesn't get out of hand, okay? You know what I mean?" "I've already chased a few punks off the lawn, Steph. You don't even need to ask." "That's my little champ. But you go ahead and call the cops if you need to. Don't go getting yourself into fights over it." "I'll do that, if I have to. My buddy Mick's here too. We'll keep the place tight as a drum." "I knew I could count on you, baby." "Do you know where Charlotte is, by the way?" I asked. "She said she was going to drop some friends off, girls who had no ride home from the dance. Whole carload apparently. Some of them might be arguing with their mom's about whether they can stay over at Charlotte's tonight, if I know teenage girls. She should be along any time." "She could also be crying on their shoulders or something. She was pretty upset when she left the dance." "She was pretty upset when she called me. It took me fifteen minutes to convince her she wasn't the most horrible person on earth. I eventually got her down to feeling like she's only the most horrible person in the school. She's pretty messed up, Anthony." "I'm not doing much better." "I'm glad you're helping out with Amy though. You're an absolute prince to be taking care of that girl the way you are." "She's a great kid. It's no trouble at all." Amy looked at me when I said that, and flashed me a cold stare. Kid? Who you callin' a kid? Her eyes flickered down to my cock in a calculated retort. "I'm sure she is, but you're still a prince, my boy." I grinned. I blushed. The tone of her voice was intoxicating. It was hard not to feel like a five-year-old boy being praised by your favourite teacher when it was Stephanie Lawsen talking. I changed the subject though, feeling kinda lonesome again. "So what do I do, Steph? What should I do? How should I feel about all this?" "I believe you're already gonna do exactly what Charlotte needs you to do right now. You don't even need me to tell you." "And what's that?" "You're gonna back off, give her some space and wait for her to realize that she can't possibly live without you. She's never gonna be as happy with anyone else, and she damn well better get her head out of the clouds and start treating you like the prince that you are. "You see, Anthony, her tragic flaw has always been her inability to take life seriously when she needs to. I think on some level she's sees all this as just some sort of movie that she's starring in and you and everyone else involved are all just players in the Charlotte Show, you know what I mean? She doesn't realize there are actually consequences outside of her own little field of vision, and she's trampling over someone really great as she bungles through the scenes." "I can see that actually. It makes sense." "And your tragic flaw, my dear boy, is that you keep seeing her as this out-of-this world superstar, an angel in the flesh, a dream come true. She's a wonderful girl, but she's no angel. You're gonna have to let go of your dreams about who you think she is, and face reality. Love her as a human being. Have patience with her flaws, but stand up for yourself. Don't let her walk all over you anymore. Don't walk around feeling like you gotta take shit lying down just because she's some sort of beautiful princess. She's never gonna figure out all this shit if she doesn't start by respecting you." "You told her that?" "Of course I did, kiddo. But I didn't need to. She already knew it." "So what now though? Are we still broken up?" "Are you? I don't know. I'm seven hundred miles away." "I guess we are, but do we get back together or what?" "Give it some time, my boy. She needs to realize that there's something about you she can't live without, but she won't realize that until you're not there. Know what I mean?" "Yeah." "Love her. Be there as a friend, but back off a bit and give her something to miss. She's too spoiled for her own good." "Okay. Yeah. You're right." "I know she's really hurt you, Anthony. And she knows it too. I didn't even need to tell her how stupid she's being. She feels bad enough. I did have to remind her that she's a Lawsen though, and we Lawsens recognize quality when we see it. She's gonna give her head a shake and come crawling back to you. Don't worry about that for a moment. And you're gonna forgive her, completely and totally. This is what makes you quality in the first place. This is why we love you so much, Anthony." We? Did she say we? Who did she mean? Herself and Charlotte? Herself and Ron? All of them? I had no idea, and I was too blown away to ask. "And take care of Amy too. She's probably in for some rough nights in the next while. She hasn't heard from her mom since she went out there. It's gonna get worse before it gets better. All we can do is be there for her." "True." "But I'm gonna get going here, Mr. Mitchell. Don't let things get crazy over there. We'll see you Sunday, okay?" "Thank so much, Steph. It's great to hear from you." "You can thank me properly when I get home, mister. In the mean time, take care of our girls." "Will do." "Bye-bye." And that was it. I hung up the phone and put it back on the counter. "She's nice," Amy said. "She's beautiful," I corrected her. Charlotte, it turned out, was merely an angel in training. Stephanie was the genuine article. I had lots to think about, but Stephanie was right about one thing. I probably would have done exactly what she'd told me I should do, on my own, without being told: back off, give Charlotte some space, and let her come to her senses once and for all on her own. Whatever she'd done could be forgiven. She's more than worth it. I just gotta love her as a human being, and not like some dream-come-true in the flesh. I gotta be real. And most of all, I gotta believe that I'm as much the guy of her dreams as she is the girl of mine, and quit acting like I don't deserve to breathe the same air as her. If Stephanie Lawsen believed I was worthy, I was. And she did too. Now it was only Charlotte who had to figure everything out. Even as that thought crossed through my mind, the dear girl came in the door. She was followed by an entourage of beautiful girls and good-looking guys. She stopped in the doorway, seeing me standing in front of her and not knowing what to do for a moment. The sentence she'd been saying died on her lips and she just stared at me for a moment with an unreadable expression. I stared back, and then I smiled. "Your mom says I'm supposed to keep you girls in check." "Thanks for bringing Amy home," she replied, stepping inside and letting people crowd in behind her. They were all quiet, listening to what we had to say to one another. "No problem. Aims and I are buds, aren't we, Aims?" "Best buds," Amy said from behind the counter on a stool. I heard a carrot stick crunch behind me. And about twenty different eyes were staring me down. I smiled. Insert tremendously long awkward silence here. Then she started introducing everyone to me and Amy, one by one, who they were and where she knew them from. They all wandered in, and gawked. They found their way to the couches and stools in the kitchen, and some sat on the stairs, and some sat on the fireplace hearth. The drinking started almost immediately. Bottles came out of jackets and from out of sleeves and from inside pockets, and almost before the first song ended on the stereo, almost everyone had had a couple of chugs, except for Amy and I. She was sitting on the couches with some girls, just quietly listening to their blather, smiling now and then, but mostly just watching, like it was a TV show or something. Everyone laughed too loud, flung their hair too widely, and leaned in with bigger smiles than were necessary. The guys were eyeing up the gals like they were on a menu or something, and the girls carried on with the ritual as though they were completely unaware they were being sorted, rated, and claimed in the hearts of the young men. Mick and Janine were sitting by the door outside, just talking, kissing, and turning people away who showed up uninvited. Altogether, there were about twenty people in the place, a manageable amount, and they were barely even talking above normal conversation level. Other than a boisterous laugh now and then, things were pretty calm. The music bumped though, and the volume was cranked up now and then when a "totally awesome song" came on. Some girls even jumped up to dance. After a few more songs, Charlotte saw me sitting on the stairs by myself, and came over to talk to me for a bit. "We've secured the basement downstairs," I told her. "Sheila pulled all the bulbs out, so it's pitch black down there. But we're still gonna keep an eye on the door, make sure nobody tries to sneak down there and get freaky with a date." "Good thinking," Charlotte said. "She still working on the movie?" "Yup. She refuses to quit. Though she was knocked for a loop when I told her we're not... together anymore." "I told mom," Charlotte said. "Yeah, she said you called her." "I was hoping she'd tell me what an idiot I was being, and that I should go running back to you and beg you on my knees for another chance, vowing never to look at any other man ever again, but of course she never said anything of the sort." "What did she say?" "She said I need to figure out for myself whether you're worth the trouble of actually growing up a bit and getting my head out of the clouds. Something like that." "She said something like that to me too." "I know you're worth it Anthony. I know you're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I guess it just hasn't hit me yet, you know? It hasn't clicked into my head yet that I actually have a guy in my life that's supposed to change how I act and don't act or whatever. Am I worth waiting around for until I figure everything out?" I looked at her, and let out a sigh. Already my brain was going gooey, starting to fade into the fog of hypnosis again, slipping back into the waking dream state of sitting right there beside her and just drifting away into the fantasy again. Her eyes were so blue, her lips were so delicious-looking, her voice was so soothing, her face so angelic. I snapped myself out of it and sighed again. "Do you believe you are?" I asked. "If you believe you are, if you honestly believe you can and will be worth waiting for, I'll wait. But if you don't believe it, I think I'm just wasting my time." Charlotte took a sip of the drink she had and passed it to me. I sniffed it. Booze. I took a sip. My head was still hurting from the punch I'd taken, but I tried not to let it show. "I don't know if I'm worth it, but mom says you're gonna be there for me anyway, whether I'm the biggest idiot on earth or not, and that alone should give me every answer I'm looking for. I am in fact an idiot though, so you will have to have patience with me." "I will. I'm an idiot too though, Charlotte. So have patience with me if I screw up. I'm not perfect either." "Of course, ba-... Anthony." She'd almost called me baby again. Then she looked really sad. And she took another drink. "So the official word then," she said, "if anyone asks: we're broken up, for now, but we still care deeply about each other?" I shrugged. It sounded good enough to me. I especially liked the way she'd added in for now. It gave me hope. "If anyone asks me, I love you, but I don't own you. You don't owe me anything, and you're free to do whatever you want." "Thanks for understanding, Anthony. Now let's go party." "Charlotte?" I said, as she got up from the stairs. "Yeah?" "Are we still gonna... do stuff?" "I think we should wait a few days. Decide then." Then my damn insecurity flared up again, in the middle of my confident tough guy act. "You still want to do stuff with me?" She patted my hand, gave it a telling squeeze, and nibbled on her lip a bit. I got the idea she might have taken me upstairs and fucked me right then if I only said the word. "Of course I do, Anthony. You may not trust me much anymore, about anything, but you can be sure of one thing: I never faked anything with you for a single moment. You rocked my world every time. But it's not about whether I want to be with you, it's about whether you can stand to be with me. I'm not gonna be comfortable even kissing you if I think you're still tasting another man on my lips and not feeling right about it." She was right of course. It would be at least a few days before I'd healed from the notion that a dirt bag like Vincenzo had even so much as touched Charlotte. I wanted so badly to kiss her again, but there was an invisible wall between us now. That wall would have to come down or things would never be the same again. "Can I just ask one more thing?" I said. She didn't look comfortable with it, but she nodded. "Why did you do it, Char? I don't even know the guy and I know he's an arrogant asshole. Why him?" My voice was almost cracking with emotion. We'd had something so beautiful, and now it seemed to be gone. The realization hit me all over again with the utterance of the question. Why? Charlotte's eyes fell to the floor. She let go of my hand and placed it on her lap, palm upward. She thought about it. I waited. Why? "Did you ever have a dream, Anthony, where you do something that you know is stupid, and wrong, and dangerous, but you can't stop yourself? You just watch yourself do it like you're outside yourself, like you're someone else, knowing that shit's gonna hit the fan and everything will be fucked up afterwards, but you can't stop yourself because it somehow supposed to happen that way?" I had dreams like that all the time. They were just dreams though. In real life you always had a choice, didn't you? I still didn't understand why Charlotte did it. Maybe a part of me didn't want to. "I don't understand it either, Anthony. I'm sorry." She smiled sweetly, sadly, and headed back over to her friends. ------- Chapter 75: Flames And so the little party went on. I tried my best to join in, to have fun with the friends that were laughing and goofing around all over the place. I even had a couple of young women flirting with me, trying to get me to join in a game of strip poker. I couldn't do it. There was Charlotte, always at least ten feet away from me, reminding me of everything that was simultaneously right and perfect with the world, and horribly wrong. She was so beautiful. Every laugh, every giggle, every flicker of her eyes, every toss of her hair over her shoulder — it seemed to stab me right through my being and stir my guts with agony. Guys were flirting with her too, sorta trying to pretend like they weren't but obviously dropping hints about messing around with her. But there I was, always at least ten feet away, reminding her of the perfect little world we'd created together, and then shelved while things got sorted out between us. She'd flick her eyes up at me each time some guy's hand fell to her knee. She'd glance my way each time a guy reached up to rub the back of her neck. She'd laugh and smile and play along with the guy a bit, but there was a sadness in her eyes, a sort of tension, a struggle. Charlotte was not being Charlotte, and that was both beautiful and horrible at the same time, and it was tearing me apart. I had a few drinks and was slowly beginning to mellow a bit. Mick insisted, though I didn't really want to. He placed a drink in my hand, and then another, and then another and every time he would clink my glass and knock it back with me, telling me that these were the days we would remember when we were old and grey, good times with good friends. I couldn't argue that. Janine was considerably sloshed at that point. She was hanging on Mick like part of his clothing, and laughing and slurring, and slapping people every 30 seconds or so. "I'm mot drunk. No may, nam!" Then she'd giggle, slap her lips for screwing up, and try again. "I love my boyfriend. Don't you love him, Amphomy? Isn't he awmsum?" "He's awesome," I said. "He was inside me," Janine continued. She stopped a passing girl and pointed at Mick. "He was inside me. Nice fuckin' cock." "I'm sure it was, J." "It was. It was." She rubbed her ass up against Mick, and he grinned at me. Then when no one was looking he slid her pants down a bit and showed me her left ass cheek, a round, smooth fleshy thing that jiggled when she slapped his hand away. "Stop showing my ass to people!" "It's such a nice ass though, sweetie," Mick said, massaging it with both hands. "Okay, it's just Amphumy. He's allowed. Wanna see my ass, Amphumy?" "Sure," I said, humouring her. And she turned around and slid her pants off her ass, and gave her butt a smack. Such a nice ass. Charlotte, from across the room, fell out of her chair laughing. "What the hell are you doing, Janine!?" "Showing my ass," she replied. A couple of guys whistled at her. Mick laughed. I gave her butt a little squeeze and tugged her pants back up. "I wanna show my ass too!" a girl shouted, jumping up from some guy's lap. I didn't know her, but I think her name was Margaret or something. She was a bit of a knock out too, but I'd hardly noticed anyone but Charlotte all night. She turned around and mooned us all, tugging her pants off her ass and gyrating her pelvis in time to the song that was playing. More guys whistled. Then a third girl jumped up and flashed her caboose to the on looking crowd. People laughed, cheered, high-fived one another, and clinked glasses. Janine had apparently started a trend. A couple guys mooned the group as well, and then they all started chanting for Charlotte to give it up, even the girls. She smirked, blushing a little, gave me one last semi-drunken glance, and then obliged. She stood up, turned around, and did a little strip tease thing, grinding to the music as she slowly inched her pants down off her ass. I was dazzled. Even though I'd seen it all close up and personal many times, I was still dazzled. She was incredibly hot. Every move she made lit fires inside me that burned hot and wild, driving me to greater and greater lust. By the time she was done, I wanted to walk up, grab her by the hand and drag her up to the bedroom for a good hard fucking--a punishing fuck. I was angry inside, so angry for some reason. I wanted it so bad, and she probably wouldn't have resisted at all at that point, but the ghost of Vincenzo still lingered in the room. He'd only been there six hours before or less, and my wounded pride fought off the lust because of it. But then some guy smacked her on the ass, one of the guys who'd been flirting with her. She shivered visibly, and flushed with a heat I recognized as burning lust. It was a weakness of hers. I knew it. She tried to conceal it, but I could see it in her eyes as she looked down at the guy. He'd unlocked something most guys could only dream of. My guts burned as the two of them stared at one another. Then she shook her finger at him, as though he were a naughty boy, and she sat down again. She was horny now though. I could see it on her like a flame on a candle wick. "You alright, man?" Mick said quietly to me. "As good as I can be, considering every guy in this room is dying to fuck my girl, and she's probably gonna go for it." "You should hook up with someone too, man. She's hot, but she's not the only sexy girl in the room. I'm sure half the girls in here would fuck you in the blink of an eye." "I would," Janine slurred. She was hugging Mick tight and she grinned at me. Then she turned and yelled out to the crowd, "How many of you ladies would fuck this boy right here, right now, if you had the chance?" There was a general cheer of female approval, and I blushed. Charlotte only smiled at me though, looking a little glazed over in her eyes. I clinked glasses with Mick again, and headed upstairs. I hadn't seen Amy in a good twenty minutes and I decided to check on her. She was in her room. The door was open, the lights were dimmed, but she was in there. Well, not really in her room. She was actually out on the balcony. The curtains billowed inward with a gentle breeze on each side of the patio door. I went outside and saw her standing by the railing looking up at the sky. "How long you been out here?" She looked at me and then down into the gardens. She didn't answer. "Not having much fun, huh?" She shrugged. I went up to her and put my arm around her. We stood in silence for a moment, lost in our respective thoughts. I believe I was thinking about the guy who'd smacked Charlotte's ass a few minutes before, imagining him mounting her in her bed and sliding himself inside her. I tried to convince myself not to care, but the image clung to my mind the way a burn keeps on stinging long after you've pulled your hand away from the heat. "I know about the movie," Amy said. "What? What movie?" "I went downstairs, just to get away from the noise for a while. All the lights were out, but the studio door was open. I went in and looked and I saw you and Charlotte on the screen, doing stuff. I walked up and pressed play and I saw you coming all over her. I didn't know what the heck it was at first, but then I saw that it was filmed on the bed right down there in the basement. You guys are making some kind of porn movie or something, huh?" "It was supposed to be a secret." "I won't say nothing." "Where was Sheila?" "She was asleep in the bathroom. She was sitting there on the toilet with her pants around her ankles, sleeping up against the wall, just dead to the world. Has she been working on that all week? Is that why she's hardly come out of the basement?" "Yeah." "It looked really good." "Yeah." "I won't say anything. I promise." "Charlotte's not supposed to be messing around with the cameras. We just wanted to film this thing while her parents were out of town, just for fun, and then erase it. Now we're broken up and everything so I don't even know if I wanna see the finished version." "So it's official? You guys are done?" "Yeah," I said. My voice betrayed a bit of a struggle inside me. "Well, that makes two of us." "Two of us? What do you mean?" "I just broke up with my boyfriend too. I was just thinking about it actually. It never should have happened in the first place. But I guess I kind of liked him ever since I was little, like in third grade. Weird, huh?" "Nope." And she hugged me a little tighter. "I still want you to be my first," she said, after another moment's silence. I looked down at her. She looked unbelievably cute, unbelievably innocent and naïve, and unbelievably resolved. I almost shivered seeing her look at me like that, like she knew she would be fucking me very soon—it was just a matter of where and when. A breeze blew by and tousled her hair a bit. A strand fell in front of her eyes. Just one strand. She never blinked. I broke the gaze first. "You're gonna have to wait, Aims. I'm still a little raw about Charlotte for one thing, and for another thing, I'd probably tear you in half. It seems like a good idea now, I'm sure, but if it was actually happening, you'd probably change your mind pretty quick. Apparently it hurts like hell." "So?" "So, I'm just saying, there's more to it than the romantic adventurous, sexy feeling you're picturing right now. That's all I'm saying." "If you don't do it, who will? Some lying-ass prick who just wants to splooge and toss me away. I know how guys are, and that's why I want you for my first, cause you're the only guy I know who's not like that." Ironic how the one thing that attracted her to me was the one thing keeping her from having me. But people always want what they can't have, especially women, so maybe it's not so ironic after all. "Too many young girls toss their virginity away to the first guy they like, and then they wind up regretting it." "So?" "So, I think you should just think about this for a while. You just met me yesterday, Aims. What if I'm not the wonderful guy you think I am?" "What if you are? The fact that you're trying to talk me out of it, just proves me right." "Maybe you just want me 'cause you can't have me." "I can have you," she said with chilling certainty. "Oh really? What are you gonna do, rape me when I'm not looking?" "You can't stand around hurting for Charlotte forever. Eventually you're gonna get horny again, and I'll be right there, on my knees, waiting to swallow everything you give me, waiting to give everything to you in return." "Once again, you talk tough, but when that pain hits you, you'd change your mind in an instant." "The more you say that, the more determined I am to do it, even if it kills me." "Women." "I'd do it right here and now, if you'd let me. Right here under the stars. I'm not even wearing any panties." "Really?" I said, raising an eyebrow at her. She took my hand and slid it into her pants. I felt her tender little slit, hot and damp in the cool night air. She immediately began trembling in front of me, but made no move to pull me away. I massaged her slit, looking her in the eyes. I got the idea she was trying to think of something clever to say, but was at a loss for words. Getting felt up by a boy you adored seemed to have that effect on a young girl. "I'll do it right now if you want. Right here and now. Wanna stick it in me, in my tight little pussy hole?" Wow! What happened to the girl who was grossed out by kissing, just that afternoon? My cock was rock hard though, and my resolve was weakening by the second. I think she could tell too. "I'm all nice and wet," she said. "Feel that? It would slide right in." And so she was. Her crevice was slippery with hot oily arousal. I doubted it would go in as easily as she claimed though. "Me feeling you up does this to you?" I asked. And she whispered, "Just looking at you got me like that. You rock my world." I felt around and found her hole. It was tiny. And I mean miniscule. I could barely get a fingertip inside her. It felt like trying to stick your finger inside a tightly clenched fist. She jumped a bit when I pressed on the opening. "See?" I said. "Do it. Put it inside." "I can't. I can't even get my finger in. How the hell do you expect me to get my cock in?" "Do it. I can take it." Again her resolve was almost scary. And then when she ground forward on my hand and my finger almost did pop inside her, her eyes flashed with pain, and girlish fright. I snapped out of it again. My dick would rip this poor little thing in half! She had no idea. I pulled my hand away and gave her a hug. "Maybe when you're older." I shivered though. She had a really fuckin' nice little pussy. It was one of the many times in my life where I decided having a big dick was a bad thing. If it was any smaller, even average size, I might have actually gone ahead and tried to fuck her right there, from behind, up against the railing maybe, or perhaps in her bed. I snapped out of it once again! My mind kept wandering, but never got far away from the idea of spearing this wriggling young cutie to the nearest mattress and enjoying her cock-crushing little squeeze for all it was w- Dammit, Anthony! Shut up! I had a big fat monster dick. Too big! It would probably not only hurt her, but literally injure her. So I just let her go and walked away back into the party. I had to go check on Sheila. "You're gonna be my first!" she told me as I walked away. I was not happy when I got downstairs again. The first thing I saw was that several of the kids had paired off into couples and were making out hot and heavy on the couches and chairs. And then I noticed that Charlotte and that guy were gone. I stood there burning once again, clenching my fists, wanting to beat the hell out of someone, wanting to just stand there and cry. But I did neither. Instead, I went and got another drink. They're fucking! They're upstairs right now, and his cock is stroking in and out of her sweet, delicious little pussy, and she's loving it! And it's not me! And he's enjoying her! And she grinding and moaning and squeezing at his cock with those delicious little pussy muscles of hers! I thumped my head against the counter. Get a grip, Anthony! Just let it go. Find someone else, someone hot, and fuck her ass off. I downed that one, and took another, my fifth by then, and I was starting to feel pretty out of it. Not falling down drunk or anything, but I was a little wobbly, and a little blurry in the head. After the second drink I headed upstairs to confront Charlotte. But I stood outside her bedroom door, not even knowing what I was gonna say to her. After all, she wasn't even mine anymore, was she? So if she wanted to hop in bed with another guy, what difference did it make to me? It seemed to make sense logically, but it was still burning in my guts. I just couldn't figure out why. I slid the door open and saw her. Yes, she was having sex with the guy, well, not quite having sex with him, but he was in her bed and she was licking and sucking on his balls. As I stood there watching, she worked her way up and was suddenly gobbling the length of his shaft into her hungry little mouth. The kid's face collapsed into a dulled stupor of ecstasy. He reached down and grabbed her head. He moaned. About fifteen seconds later, he was coming. Charlotte popped off him in surprise and his come sprayed across her face. He grabbed his dick and jerked himself off, squirting his cream all over her cheeks and chin. I just stood there in a drunken daze, actually trying not to laugh. "Um... okay," Charlotte said. "Is that it?" Apparently it was. His dick was already softening. I actually did let out a little snort of laughter. They both turned to look. Both their faces suddenly changed from amusement to terror, as though they thought I would flip out on them. I didn't. "Anthony..." Charlotted wiped away a dribbling glop of come from her chin and turned to hide her face from me. I just shook my head. "I guess Vincenzo wasn't enough, huh?" The kid suddenly got annoyed with me, once he realized I wasn't gonna kick his ass. "Shut the door man! What the fuck! I'm trying get a piece of ass here." I suddenly went cold, brutally cold. "Normally I'd kick your ass just for talking about Charlotte like that. I'd fuckin' throw you through a fuckin' window, you shrimpy-dicked little punk. You don't even deserve to even touch a girl this fine, and normally I'd kick your ass for dissing her like that..." "But?" he asked, swallowing nervously. "But she hasn't exactly done much to prove you wrong. Enjoy your piece of ass, man." And then I walked away. I didn't feel all redeemed, like I'd just zinged her with the best burn ever. I didn't feel like I'd won, or shown her up, or any shit like that. I just felt really, really crappy. Charlotte did deserve better than that. Why didn't she see it? Why didn't she care? Why was she reducing herself to that kind of shit? I suddenly felt like crying again. Damn booze! Sure... it was the booze. Blame the booze... ------- Chapter 76: Floored I went into the bathroom, and shut the door. There was the bathtub where we'd made such beautifully sweet love only a few days before. There was the soap I'd used to wash her down with, standing on the edge of the tub in a peach-coloured bottle. I splashed water on my face, trying to clear my head, kinda regretting taking the drinks I had. Suddenly I heard a giggle from the bathtub. I looked up from the sink and saw the reflection in the mirror. The shower curtain was drawn. It ruffled a bit, and then there was another giggle. I walked up and peeked into the tub. It was empty except for two young ladies grinding against one another wearing only their bras and panties. I didn't recognize the one underneath, but the one on top, when she turned to look up at me, was that Margaret girl. "Anthony!" she said. "All the beds taken?" "Yup. And the couches. And the chairs. And some of the closets too." Giggle, giggle. "All the guys taken as well?" I asked. "Everyone except you." "You two having fun in here?" "We're just playin' around." Margaret flipped up the girls bra and took a nipple into her mouth, sucking it to erection while the girl moaned out loud beneath her. "See? Just playin'." "I see." "Wanna join us?" That was a very fuckin' good question. You see, both of them were phenomenally hot, and both of them were burning with lust. And apparently they were interested in some dick as well. But did I want to join them? I was hard, of course, just from the image of the two hot chicks making out right in front of me, but my guts were still burning with anger and sadness, and my head was still swimming in a molasses of agony and confusion. On the other hand, two super hot chicks wanted me to have a threesome with them. What to do. "You're single now, right? And Charlotte's already hooked up with that William guy." "Billy," her friend corrected her. "Willie? Billy? Will? Something like that. Anyway, we both think you're kinda sexy-" "Very sexy!" her friend said. "And Charlotte said she doesn't care two spits if either of us fucks you, so-" "She said she wouldn't have even cared even if she was still going out with you." "Yeah, so that's what she said. So... wanna fuck?" "Damn," said I. "You don't beat around the bush, do you?" Margaret got up and grabbed me by the pants, leaning over the bathtub to reach me. She pulled me to the edge of the tub and wrestled my zipper open. I just stood there, feeling like I was just a piece of ass too. It felt really shitty actually, but when she fished my cock out and her eyes widened in awe, and she blushed and said "Oh my fucking god!" and started stroking it, the shitty feeling kind of went away. Weird how that works. "Holy fucking shit!" her friend said. She actually covered her face too, the way girls do when there's a scary part of a movie. "Look at this fucking thing! Oh my god!" "Still interested in fucking?" I said, cynically. "Oh my god." "Get up! Get out of the tub!" I said, grinning, but speaking forcefully at them. They obeyed though. "Kneel down." They both knelt down and I pressed my cock to Margaret's lips. She opened up and I slid inside her mouth. Then I was getting head from her, this girl I didn't even know, and the other one whose name I didn't even know began licking my balls. Okay, Anthony, I thought, now you're officially a hypocrite. You're all upset about Charlotte doing this sort of thing, and now you're doing it too. So fucking what! "Mmmmm, baby!" Margaret said, apparently really digging the size of me, the feel of me in her mouth. I stood there getting head for a few minutes, and actually watched them fight over me for a bit, shoving each other aside so that the other could get her mouth around my cock for a couple of slurping wet bobs on me. Their eyes danced with shameless lust and their faces were flushed red with excitement. "Think you can handle it?" I said. "I'm sure as hell gonna try. You don't come across a dick as sweet as this every day." "Stand up then." I couldn't believe how much anger I felt. I was restraining it, converting it to cool sexiness on the outside, but on the inside I was so damn angry it was almost scary. Margaret stood up. I turned her around and bent her over. She propped her hands on the tub. I pulled her panties down and reached out to finger her slit, testing her wetness. She moaned, grinding her ass up and down. Then I slid a finger inside her. She was fucking hot in there. And very small. Not Amy small, but small enough to make it a challenge even getting inside her. I added another finger inside her, and then a third, smearing her slippery wetness all around the outside of her pussy, across her lips and all around the opening. She was soaked, but it would still be difficult. I whipped my shirt off and tossed it away. My pants came down and I kicked them aside. Suddenly I was naked right along with them. I lined myself up, and without saying a word, I pressed myself against her tight little hole. It popped inside, just the head, and she gasped out loud. "Uh! Oh shit!" I shuddered at the sound of her voice, raw and sexy, dripping with a combination of lust and fear. "Wait! I wanna see this!" her friend said. She moved around from beside her to beside me, so she could see me going in. "See that? Look how tight she is," I said. Her pussy was opening wide and stretching around me as I gently probed the head in and out. I gradually added a bit of the shaft and she moaned even louder, shaking and spasming in front of us. Her muscles stretched tight around me as my width forced its way inside. Her knees were unbuckling. Her breathing was hot and sharp panting, like she was being beaten. "You said you wanted to get fucked," I said. "Now you're getting fucked." And I slid it in even deeper. She reached back and blocked me with her trembling hand. "Ow, ow, ow!" she said. "Wait. I just-" But I shoved in even deeper. A couple more in and out strokes and I got to the bottom of her. She was hot and slippery, and crushing me with her tightness. I could feel that I was too big for her and that everything was stretching and straining to accommodate me. Her muscles weren't used to my size and seemed like she was struggling to even breathe. She was doing these funny little Lamaze type pants, the way pregnant women do when they're giving birth and she kept saying "Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my fucking god!" And then I fucked her. I pumped her sweet clutching little pussy, in and out, over and over, sliding myself inside, wetted with her arousal, and loving every inch of her I could get inside. She, though she was seemed in agony at first, eventually began to grind back against me. Her words, and the desperate, panicked tone of her voice were still the same, but her motions in the fuck expressed a deep delirious pleasure she was apparently feeling, somewhere inside the hot, burning stretch of my deep-stroking cock. Soon her cries changed too. "Oh, god yeah! Oh fuck! Give it to me! Fuck yeah! Oh my fucking god!" Apparently I was the biggest cock she'd ever had and she was taking it like a champ. I had an immense egotistical satisfaction in knowing that every other guy she ever fucked would now be in my shadow. She was like a virgin all over again, and I might as well have been the first guy ever inside her. Every lesser guy who she was ever with, including idiots like Billy, would be a disappointment compared to the memories she had of me. I grinned. I also grinned because her pussy felt beautiful, like fucking a hot, tightly sucking peach, smooth and silky soft. I was loving it. "Uh! Fuck... me... ! Anth... ny... !" Damn I loved hearing her say my name. My ego inflated even further. Her ass jiggled and her hair bounced back and forth. I couldn't see them, but I'm sure her tits were jiggling too. I raised a hand and gave her ass a good hard smack. "UH! Fuck! Again!" I smacked her again. It echoed off the walls all the way up to the high ceiling. "Damn, that's hot!" her friend said. "You, what's your name?" "Karen," she said nervously. "It's your turn Karen." I pulled out of Margaret who collapsed onto the floor, stroking her sopping wet pussy with both hands, as though she'd been kicked really hard down there and needed to comfort it. She was shaking and whimpering too—so fucking sexy! "Wait, wait, wait!" Karen said. "I don't know..." But I took her and laid her down on the bathmat. Before she could protest anymore Margaret jumped on her with a strange eagerness, held her hands down behind her head and kissed her hard. "Do it! You're gonna love it." Karen whimpered like she was about to be beaten as well, but she opened her legs. I was soaked from Margaret's pussy and I popped right into Karen with only the slightest pressure. She wriggled hard against me when I did, trying to squirm away, but Margaret flopped down onto her tummy, and held her in place. I grinned, glad for the help. "Do it, Anthony. Make a real woman out of her." "She been with many guys?" I asked. "Only two, and they were both assholes." "In that case..." I said, and plunged down into her, filling her all the way to the bottom in one swift slippery stroke. She bucked upward and fuckin' screamed hard into Margaret's kiss, like she'd been run through with a flaming sword or something. I wasn't sure if she was in agony or ecstasy. Her scream sounded like agony, but her solid upward thrust against me felt like pure ecstasy. I was inside her, and she was tight like glove that was two or three sizes too small. Damn she felt good too. Almost better than Margaret. And as I started fucking her, she thrashed around like a wild woman beneath me, a genuine reaction to my big fat cock being stuffed up inside her. There was no hint of anything phony in her performance. "Suck her clit!" I ordered. Margaret obeyed like I was the fucking lord of the land or something. And suddenly Karen's pussy got even tighter as her body responded to the new stimulation. It was almost painfully tight then, but still sweet and ticklish when I stroked in and out of her. I could only imagine what it felt like for Karen. She didn't seem to be trying to hard to fight me off of her though, so I just kept on fucking. She was screaming though. With every forward stroke I made down to the very bottom of her, she screamed and thrashed beneath me, grinding upward, swirling around and dropping her ass down again as I pulled back in withdrawal. It was a seriously delicious fuck for me, though by the sound of it, it was almost killing her. "Oh wow!" Margaret said, sounding drunk and delirious. "Holy fuck, man!" There were tears in her eyes, streaming down her cheeks and I almost felt bad for a moment, but the heat of anger inside me chased that feeling away, and I decided she was just reacting to the intensity of the situation. She was fucking a guy she'd just met ten minutes before, a guy with a monster of a dick no less. And she was getting her clit sucked by a girl who knew exactly what a clit wanted to feel. It had to be overwhelming. But I decided to give her a break. I pulled out of her, saw her pussy gaping wide open for a moment, and then slowly closing again, and I pushed Margaret onto her back as well. "Ah, yes! Give it to me, baby!" she said, almost growling. "Fuck me hard!" She threw her legs wide, and shamelessly wriggled up toward me, angling her pussy upward toward my twitching erection. "You sure you want it?" I asked, almost growling myself. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" I angled my cock down and pressed it to her slit. It yawned wide, opening to receive me as I pressed forward into her sweet honey, and suddenly I was inside her again, all the way to the bottom in one stroke. She squealed, biting her own wrist to keep from screaming. Karen just lay there, panting, massaging her battered little pussy, and watching my face as I fucked her friend. They were both panting, but Margaret was moaning and squealing as well, gripping Karen's hand tightly in hers, and grinding her ass up and down to meet my thrusts. So hot! So tight! It was a miracle I could last as long as I had. Five minutes went by. Karen got up and was kissing me with everything she had, kissing me like she was starving and my mouth was a meal. Margaret's pussy tightened up on me and I looked down to see, Karen's fingers frantically massaging her clit as she kissed me. Hot, hot, hot! I stroked, and screwed, and squirmed my way in and out of her, giving her sweet struggling little pussy a masterful work out, and she took it like a good girl, with her legs wide open and her hands on my waist, pulling me forward, trying to get me in deeper. She was also spanking Karen's tight little ass as well, when she could reach it, and Karen moaned into our kiss each time. "Ow, fuck this burns! But oh my god! I never felt so fucked in my entire life!" "Do me again!" Karen said, stroking her pussy and pulling at my hip. I eased out of Margaret and stroked back into Karen again. "Fuck, yeah! Oh, my god!" And then the two of them were kissing, and I bumped her body back and forth across the floor as I fucked in and out of her. Five more minutes passed. Luckily there was a mainfloor bathroom as well, because at least three different people banged on the door, complaining about needing to piss. We ignored them, lost in our own little world. It was Karen, the shyer of the two (if either of them could be considered shy) that came first. Margaret was stroking her clit, playing with her nipples and kissing her, and I was fucking her deep and slow. Her squeals built up to a climactic pitch and suddenly she was bucking hard against me, and squeezing me tight inside her with these fluttering, spasming little crushes, and everything got suddenly wetter. Suddenly I had juices flowing down my balls and onto the bathmat. I stroked a few more times, and wound to a stop, letting her ride through the climax with gentle little flinches and shudders. She grabbed me and pulled me on top of her, gripping me tight, and just panting, trembling, and cooing in my ear, like a baby who'd gotten its bottle. All she could do was whisper, "Oh my god. Oh my fucking god!" over and over again, holding me tight like she wasn't sure if she was dead and in heaven or not. "Oh my fucking god!" Finally I got up off her. Margarette wasted no time in shoving me down onto my back and mounting me. Her pussy sank down upon me, engulfing me, and a mask of shuddering lust engulfed her. She ground and stirred and milked my cock with her gyrating pussy. I began to feel the ticklish build up of a seriously delicious orgasm coming on, so I stopped her and rolled her onto her back. I put it back in again, trying to fight off the orgasm, wanting this experience to last all night, but she was making these sweet thrusts of her pelvis, digging me in and out of her and shivering and cooing like a contented little kitten. Then she started squeaking. Really! She was squeaking like a chimpmunk or something, "Eee... Eee... UH!" and all of the sudden she popped. Bang. "Uh!" and sploosh! she came all over my cock, spurting out a wet messy climax all down my shaft and balls. Her squeaks turned into one long "Eee!" of ecstasy, and she poured out a delirious, wet, sopping wet gush of pussy juices all over me. (She told me later that it was because I'd hit her g-spot somehow and it was the best orgasm of her life, but at the time I was just surprised to feel so much warm wet cum spray out of her. It felt wonderful, but what a mess! She might as well have pissed herself.) I took a few more strokes in and out of her and I was now near my own climax. I stood up into a kneeling position and began jerking myself off. They saw what was coming and got into position, twisting to lie on the floor in front of me and opening their mouths like a couple of porn starlets. Then my come was streaking out of me, spurting across their lips, and cheeks. Some went into their mouths, some went into their hair. Most of it splashed across the chins though. I jerked out the last few drops, head thrown back, panting and moaning in ecstasy, and pressed my cock into Karen's mouth. She suckled on it, whimpering and sighing as though I'd offered her gold in her darkest moment of poverty. It was beautiful. But it was over. As soon as my come was out, and about fifteen seconds later, I suddenly felt... I don't know... wrong. I looked down at them cooing and giggling and licking my come off of each other's faces, and I had this overwhelming repulsion toward them all of the sudden. They went from sexy to whorish and slutty almost instantly. It was almost scary. I suddenly felt like I had to get out of there. Where was Amy? Where was Sheila? Were kids trashing the place while me and Charlotte got ourselves fucked? I didn't know. All I knew was that I had to get out of there. I needed any excuse to get away from these two cum-faced trollops who suddenly seemed so fake and phony as they sucked on each other's cum-soaked tongues, moaning and carrying on like a couple of drunken whores. I should have been bursting with lust, but I just felt yucky! I'll never understand why as long as I live. "Ooh! He's still hard, K! Yummy!" "Mine! Mine, mine, mine!" "Me first! Yummy! My cock!" Yikes! "Thanks, girls, but I gotta go." I got up and went to the sink. I wanted to get out of there as fast as I could, but another part of me wanted to wash for some reason. I scrubbed myself with a face cloth and cleaned myself all the way around to my ass. All the while the girls kept giggling and trying to grab my cock again. "Let me clean it! I'll do it!" "Me too!" I twisted away and started dressing, keeping a drunken smile on my face. They pouted and kept trying to tug my pants and underwear down again, giggling and shoving each other like I wasn't even there, like I was just a cock on two legs. Yes! That was it! This is why it felt so wrong! Because they didn't even know me. Not at all. All I was to them was a cock, and maybe a pretty face attached, but that's it! I felt used. I felt shallow. I felt undignified. And here these two sexy little sluts were as horny as two beautiful young women could ever be. They'd both come once and wanted more, much more. I should have been the happiest man alive, but all I wanted to do was get the hell out of there. I got myself dressed, fought off their grabbing hands and backed out of the room. I stumbled and leaned against the wall behind the door and looked around. The hallway was dark. I wanted to sit down right then and there and cry my eyes out. I was confused, and angry, and ashamed. And then things got worse. Down the hall, sitting on the floor beside Charlotte's door, was little Amy, crying her eyes out. What the fuck? I moved to walk toward her but everything spun. The room tilted and I bumped into the wall. Then it tilted the other way and I almost fell down. Everything was a blur except for a small tunnel of vision right in front of my eyes. "Amy? Wha's wrong, girl? Wha's wrong?" "Anthony! Don't come over here!" She jumped up and stood in the hallway to block my path. Tears were flowing down her cheeks, but she looked desperately determined. And really very afraid. "Wha's wrong, girl? Wha's wrong?" I fell into her. I giggled drunkenly, even though I'd knocked her on her ass. I stumbled over her sprawled legs and fell onto the floor myself, in front of Charlotte's door. It was closed all except for a crack. Amy grabbed my leg and tried to pull me back, away from the door. I was too heavy. "Anthony! Don't!" she said. "Don't look! Don't!" "Wha's wrong, Aims? Wha's wrong?" And I reached out and pushed open the door. It swung open to reveal one of the most terrible things I've ever seen in my life. I wish even now I could forget what I'd seen, but it's still there, vividly in my memory, like tattoo on my brain. Charlotte was on her bed, on her back, surrounded by guys. There must have been eight of them. Maybe ten even. One was on her, inside her, pumping her pussy, grunting and sweating, another was in her mouth, stroking in and out of her suckling maw. She had one guy in each hand and she was tugging lazily on their cocks. And she was covered in come. It was all over her, on her stomach, on her tits, on her face, on her neck, on her thighs, in her long beautiful hair. She was covered in it. The room stank, rank with the smell of sex. I could smell it from the hallway. They're raping her! This is a fuckin' gang-rape! My first thoughts screamed, and suddenly I was ready to kill every single last one of them. Literally kill them! End their lives with my very hands. I started to get up off the floor, ready to scream a thunderous barbarian holler of doom. But then the guy in her mouth pulled out and added his cum to the mess on her face, and right there and then Charlotte finally broke my heart for real, once and for all. I'd thought I was shattered before, but right at that moment she finished me off. "Who's next?" she said with that sexy little half-giggle. "I want more..." ------- Chapter 77: Rain Cloud The fight went out of me. The life seemed to go out of me as well. I didn't even recognize most of these guys. They must have wandered in from the groups outside in the yard. I don't even think Charlotte knew all of them. "No..." was all I could say, and not even very loud. I looked over at Amy and saw the tears in her eyes. She looked shattered as well, terrified. And she'd tried to protect me from it. She knew. There were two of her staring at me though. It looked weird. I shook my head and then there was only one Amy. Then there were two again. I squinted. My eyes. Something wrong with my eyes. Maybe this was a delusion! Maybe... I looked again, and saw a cloud of flesh, surrounding Charlotte. I saw her cum-smeared hand pull another guy from the crowd and guide him between her thighs. He entered her, grinned, chuckled at the pleasure of it. "So fuckin' tight! Oh my god!" he said. "I can bust a grape, mister!" "No..." I muttered again, squeezing my eyes shut as though that could make the image go away. I somehow got up onto my feet. I don't even remember it all to be honest. I turned around in a circle a few times, not knowing what to do, not wanting to look in the bedroom but somehow needing to anyway, to confirm that it wasn't some nightmare. Was this the girl I loved, getting fucked by ten guys, one after another, covered in their cum and calling them on like an absolute whore? This had to be a nightmare! And then somehow I was standing in the living room downstairs. It seems like snatches from a dream; I don't know how I got down there. I tripped and fell onto the back of the couch and my hand landed on someone's ass. "Whoa, dude!" the guy said. He was fucking some skinny little brunette chick. She blushed scarlet and being caught, but she made no move to hide her face. "Sorry, man..." I mumbled. "Enjoy your lay." His ass started thrusting again, and her eyes closed. Her mouth opened and leaned up for a kiss. Then I was fumbling with the front door. I couldn't get it open. When I finally did, I saw rain, thick, heavy rain pouring down like it meant to wash the world away. Everything was wet and the street was misty. I stumbled out into the downpour, and nobody stopped me. Then I was fumbling with my keys, trying to open the door of my truck to drive home, but I couldn't get that open either. I'm not even sure if it was my truck. My arm didn't work either. Something was pulling at my arm every time I tried to put the key in the lock. "Fuck!" I yelled, but my voice was drowned out by the sound of rain. Finally gave up and turned toward home on foot. It was a long walk. I don't even remember the walk really. I know it's about 45 minutes' walk when you're sober, but it must have taken me 90 minutes stone cold drunk. I kept falling into people's bushes, and something kept pulling at my arm. I'd get up again, and stumble a little further, through wet sloppy puddles that soaked right through to my socks. And then I'd fall again. Finally I found myself at my front door, soaked to the skin, and shivering like a wet cat, and the door swung open. The house was dark. My keys were in the lock and I don't even know how they got in there. I went to the phone first, and tried to phone Sheila's house. For some reason I got the idea in my head that I needed to warn her about the rain. The phone kept hanging up though, before I'd finished dialing. I was soaking wet and my fingers were slipping off the buttons, and the damn thing kept hanging itself up. Finally, I noticed it wasn't even plugged in any more. "Charlotte," I said into the phone, "go out in the rain. You'll get all clean in the rain. Go out in the rain." Then the phone was pulled from my hand, and I rolled around on the floor for a while. "I gotta piss. Why am I all wet? What happened?" Then there was thunder from outside. I was tugged toward the bathroom and I found myself pissing to end all pisses. It's a wonder I hadn't pissed my pants on the way home there was so much of it. The bathroom was dark except for a light on in the hallway. The toilet magically flushed itself, and I giggled again. "Wow! That's neat. Good job." I got my dick back in my pants but couldn't get them done up, so I just stumbled out into the hallway again. I wanted to go to the kitchen and get something to eat, but somehow I was steered toward the bedroom. I felt like I was floating anyway, so I just went with it. I was on a cloud, and the cloud wanted me in bed. I wandered away into my bedroom and flopped down onto the bed. God, was the room ever spinning. It was crazy. I wanted it to stop. I wanted to get up, but I couldn't. I was too heavy, like there was a weight on me, holding me down. My keys were on my end table all of the sudden and I don't even know how they got there. "How'd you get here, keysies? You werz in the door. I know you were. You can't fool me, keysies." I heard a cute little giggle. I thought it was them, but that just confused me because, I thought to myself, keys can't giggle. Only locks can. Then I was laying there and the room was spinning, for the longest time. I wanted it to stop spinning and I kept trying to get up, but my body was numb and I had no strength. It was like I was being held down. "Wait. This happened already. Something's too heavy. I can't get up. I can't move. Something's on me. Is it that cloud again? I can't see anything. Wait. I can see the clock. Hi, clock! Hi, Clocky. Clocky, clock. You rhyme with cock, clock. Three-hundred inches long, just like me!" And then I laughed like a maniac. I remember the clock on the dresser said 3 a.m., a three and two zeroes, exactly: three-hundred. Suddenly I was trying to figure out how I'd gotten home into my own bed again. Then my pants were yanking off me, and my shirt was coming off my head. I felt all tangled up for a moment and kicked. I heard the slap of my foot on flesh, but I felt nothing. I had my eyes shut and it felt like my clothes were yanking themselves off of my frame, one article at a time. Soon I was naked. I just lay there groaning. The room wouldn't stop spinning. There was tickling on my body. Fingers? Feathers? No, I decided--the wings of a little butterfly fluttering over my flesh, tickling me, relaxing me, making me moan. They went everywhere and I just lay there, grinning and giggling, and moaning sometimes. Then it felt like little licks. "That butterfly's licking me... It feels nice. Thank you, little butterfly." Then the tickles were on my scrotum, and fluttering up my shaft, wet flickering little butterfly wings on my most sensitive part. I was hard as a rock all over again. The butterfly was panting excitedly too. I thought that was weird. Then, all of the sudden the butterfly melted into warm wet goo, and its pretty wet warmth descended over my cockhead. That's what it felt like: ticklish and pretty one moment, and then wet and gooey, all around my cockhead the next. That I could feel, just this sudden warm slippery swirling tightness enclosed on my cock. I reached down and felt... someone's hair. I couldn't lift my head though. I couldn't even open my eyes. I just felt hair on someone's head, and sweet, swirling sucking on my cock. Such a pretty little butterfly. How did I get naked!? I suddenly realized I was naked all over again. How did I get home from Charlotte's house? Where'd that pretty little butterfly go? "I like how you melt, Mr. Butterfly. It feels like someone sucking on my cock when you melt on me like that." And then the sucking wetness was gone. The pretty, happy feeling of being inside something slippery and swirly was suddenly gone. "Swippwy... swerwy..." I mumbled. "Come back, butterfly." I reached down, and the hair was gone, the head was gone. Now there was a leg. There was flesh--a waist. There was something pushing down on the top of my cockhead. Something very wet, but unyielding. I shoved upward in argument of the downward pressure and popped inside some more wetness. Yummy! There was a gasp, and then the wetness was back, all around me, crushing me. I giggled. The tight, wet, squeezing butterfly was back, surrounding my cock, struggling to... eat it somehow, my mind thought. Pretty little butterfly is trying to eat me up. Something really nice and kissy and sucky, sucking on me so nicely, so... up and down, oooh!, that's nice!, up and down, little by little, engulfing me, squeezing me so hard, like a wet slippery fist, up and down, up and down, getting deeper, fucking me. Someone's fucking me... I think... And the tightness took more of me, crushing me, and chewing on me hard with its sweet little toothless mouth. I shoved upward, into that mouth, and felt myself hit bottom. Ahhh! Yummy! So tight, and nice, and yummy! I heard another gasping cry, and someone whispered "Owie, owie! Ow, ow! Fuck!" and I felt hot rain on my chest. "It's raining in my room!" I said, way too loud. "Why is it raining in my room?" "Shhh, Anthony. Be quiet." The sweet, delicious, sucking tightness on my cock had a voice. It sounded an awful lot like Amy. I finally managed to open my eyes, but all I could see was the clock on my dresser: 3:58. Slippery sweet tight-sucking pleasure was massaging on my cock. But it felt like it was everywhere really. All over my whole being. I was numb and tingly all over and everything felt wonderful. I just laid there and let it happen, wondering every once in a while how I'd gotten home, and how come it was raining in my bedroom, hot salty rain on my chest. "I love you, Anthony. I'll love you as long as I live, no matter what. I swear it by my own blood. I'll love you forever." "You sounds like Amy, little rain cloud. Why you sounds like Aims?" Then the up and down, in and out motion sped up, faster and faster, until it was one wet steady slick pumping sensation along the end of my cock, everywhere at once, without pausing. I heard panting, straining, desperate, almost agonized panting that wasn't me, and I felt more rain falling, and someone called out to god. The sweet slippery massage intensified toward a bursting explosion. I felt like I was upside down, outside myself, tumbling over and over in back-flipping pleasure as my cock was swallowed up in that beautiful tightness, wet and hungry tightness, gobbling me up at a piston's pace. And then I came. I heard a feminine squeal somewhere above me as my cock throbbed hard and thick, and then burst out with its hot stringy spew. I grunted and thrust upwards and shivered all over, and came, and came, and came some more, spurting and growling, and yanking at my sheets as the beautiful tightness squeezed on me, winding down to a slow sweet gyration of sensual massaging, sucking me dry of everything I had. Then all I heard was panting. I felt even more gooey and numb and I felt like I was drifting away. This must be what dying feels like, I thought. This must be heaven. Then I heard my voice, far away and echoey. "I made babies in you, little rain cloud." And then I was asleep. That's all I remember. I swear. ------- Chapter 78: Answers Dawn came in the window before I was ready for it. The first thing I remember was the sound of a garbage truck growling, beeping, and generally making a whole hell of a lot of racket outside my window, and when you've had a little too much to drink the night before, noise like that feels like punches in the head. I wasn't completely hung-over. I hadn't been completely and totally trashed the night before. A lot of the night was foggy, especially after the encounter with What's-her-tits and Lady Sucks-a-lot in the bathroom--after that it's all a blur--but I did manage to make it home to my own bed apparently, somehow, so I couldn't have been completely gone. And the resultant hangover wasn't completely devastating. It was ugly, but I wasn't wrecked. I opened my eyes, and saw Amy lying asleep beside me. Then I quickly lifted my head when I realized I was actually in my own bed. What the! How the hell had I gotten- POW! The pain hit me as soon as I moved, a thick dull ache that felt like a hammer to the back of my head. Bang! I dropped back onto my pillow and squeezed my eyes tightly shut, willing the ache to dissipate. It did, eventually, and I opened my eyes and lifted my head more slowly, more carefully. There was Amy, asleep, with her mouth slightly open, her hair stuck to part of her face. She looked troubled. I looked around my room, trying to figure out how I'd gotten there. Damn! Even moving my eyes hurt. It was awful. But little pieces of the journey came back slowly, snatches of flashes of memories; I wasn't sure if I'd dreamed them or if they were real. I remembered stumbling around in the rain. I remembered taking a piss in my bathroom. I remembered fumbling with my keys in the door. I remembered the couple having sex on the couch at Charlotte's, and those two girls in the bathroom, and- Oh yeah. Oh shit. Charlotte. I remembered her being in bed with a whole bunch of guys, or at least seeing a whole bunch of naked guys surrounding her while she fucked a couple of them. I got hot acid in the pit of my stomach at that thought. It hit suddenly, and it burned. I tensed. I felt nauseous. I dropped my head to the pillow again, closing my eyes like a dying man. Had Charlotte really fucked a whole roomful of guys? Ouch. The memory hurt worse than the hangover. It was vague, a mere blur of flesh, lots of flesh, but it was enough. Charlotte had been fucking a roomful of guys. I remembered it. Well, we were definitely over I guess. Even if she wanted to take me back, which I seriously doubted at that point, I didn't think I would take her back now. It was definitely over. She'd made sure of that. I stirred around in the soup of my memory, digging deeper, searching for the details. I remembered getting dressed after fucking those girls in the bathroom. I remembered going out into the hall and suddenly feeling like all the booze hit me all at once. I remember seeing Amy sitting there, looking sad, confused, crying. And then she tried to stop me from looking in Charlotte's room, because there was something... a bunch of guys fucking her. It was so foggy! But how had I gotten home after that, and how had Amy gotten there with me? And how— What the hell!? We were both naked! I flipped the covers off of us and found us both completely bare-assed nude. That's when more of the story hit me. The night before, a few hours before even, I vaguely remember something very tight and hot and wet on my- I looked down. My cock! It was covered in blood! Oh no! What the fuck!? Amy! You didn't! My brain was yelling at her inside my skull, and even the idea of loud thoughts hurt my head, though I was outwardly completely silent. But what a shock! Apparently the little trollop had taken advantage of me in my drunken state. Ironically it was her, an underage girl, that had raped me. What the hell was she thinking!? Why!? How!? What the fuck!? My brain stumbled around like a blind man in an avalanche. What would Charlotte think? What would Ron do to me!? Had my mom come in and seen us? Had we used protection!? Oh my god! What if she's pregnant or something!? In spite of the throbbing in my head, I sat up and scanned around the room, looking for any sign of a used condom. I didn't see one. I checked my stomach, her stomach, the sheets, the pillows, everywhere in the vicinity for any sign of dried cum. Maybe she'd pulled off me just before... (I made babies in you, little rain cloud!) Nothing! Just a whole lot of blood everywhere. Yikes! There was so much blood I began to wonder if I'd killed her or something. I reached over and shook her. "Amy?" She grimaced, and closed her legs. I shook her again. "Amy!" Her eyes flicked open, and she immediately smiled. It was a troubled, pained smile, but I could see she was happy to see me. "What the hell happened last night?" I asked. "What time is it?" The clock said 8:57 a.m. "Ah god! I've only been asleep for four hours!" Amy said. She pulled the covers over her head and disappeared. I pulled them off again. "What happened last night, Amy? There's blood everywhere! What the fuck?" I flipped the covers off of her and looked down at her naked pussy. It was a gory mess. I pushed her legs open, and she flinched hard, gnashing her teeth, and almost crying out. "Ow. Easy!" "You frickin' fucked me last night, didn't you!?" "You don't remember?" she said, smiling cutely. It was supposed to be cute anyway. I was honestly too freaked out to be phased by it. "I don't even know how we got home." "We walked." "And?" "... And we got in bed." "And!?" "... And I undressed us." I gave her a look as though to say if she made me say 'And' one more time I was gonna slap her. She continued, "... And we did it." "You did it! I didn't do anything! What did you do!?" "Shh! You'll wake your mom!" I repeated, quieter, "What did you do!?" "I... got on top of you and got you inside me." "You can't be serious!" "You don't believe me?" "Well, of course I fuckin' believe you, but what the fuck!?" She looked at me with a worried stare, blinking every once in a while. I think she was afraid I was seriously upset, which I actually was. "Are you mad?" "Amy, are you insane!? You frickin' shredded yourself! Look at the blood!" Her pussy was caked with it, dried blood and sex. It was a mess of gore, like a frickin' ax wound or something. "I just thought since you weren't pushing me away, and you were hard as a rock, you wanted it too. You were even moving with me for a while there." "I was drunk, Amy! You think I would have done that in a million years if I was sober!? How could you be so stupid!?" She shuddered like I'd smacked her. Suddenly a tear spilled out of her eye. "... I just wanted you to be my first." "But I'm supposed to have some say in it too, you know. You can't just fuck someone when they're drunk. If I'd done that to you, I'd be on my way to jail right now. Think about it!" She was crying silently, not looking at me anymore. I forced myself to calm down, releasing a long sigh and lapsing into a silence of my own. Finally I spoke again. "I'm sorry if I sound mad, Amy, but it was a really dumb thing to do. Don't you see that?" "It was the most beautiful moment of my entire life," she blurted out, her voice cracking with emotion. "But there's blood everywhere! Holy shit, Amy! What the hell did I do to you? How can you consider that beautiful? It must have torn you in half!" "It was beautiful because it was you." She turned to look at me again, and the strain in her eyes softened, as though she was seeing something magical in my face. She looked incredibly sad though, at the same time. "Of course it hurt like hell," she told me. "I was bawling like a little bitch all the way through it. It felt like being split in half at the crotch with a flaming chainsaw, but it was beautiful because it was my choice! I chose you. I gave myself to you, my blood, my pain, and my promise, and now I can never take it back. In a way, it was beautiful because it hurt so damn much. It's like the more it hurt, the more the promise means to me." My anger was fading fast. I was now only mildly bothered by the whole idea. "You should have waited, Amy. You should have waited 'til I was ready to share the experience with you. It would have been a million times better. If only you'd waited." "I wasn't sure if I'd ever get the chance again though. The way you were talking, sounded like I'd be lucky if I even got to kiss you again. So I had a chance and I took it." Crazy fuckin' kid! She was insane! I still couldn't get over the irony of the situation. The whole situation was so upside down and backwards that my brain could barely comprehend it all, especially in the state I was in. I almost laughed right then, but then another thought hit me, and I got the burning acid in my guts again. "Did you use any kind of protection, Amy? Did you have anything?" "No." "No!? What if you're pregnant?" "I can deal with that." "You can deal with that!? You make it sound so simple, so easy. We're not talking about paying late fees on a DVD rental here. Damn!" "I'll deal with it, if anything happens. Don't worry about it." "You shouldn't have to be dealing with anything like that. You're not even 14 for crap sake." "Can we just let it go? I don't wanna talk about it." "We have to talk about it, Amy! It's important! This is your frickin' life here. Mine too!" "If anything happens, I'll deal with it, okay? I don't wanna talk about it." And she turned away toward the window. Her bum pressed into my hip. Dammit that tiny little bit of contact got a rise out of me, instantly, just a soft fleshy little bump against my hip, and already I was getting hard. Luckily the blankets were covering me. I decided to change the subject. "So what else happened last night?" I asked. "Anything interesting?" "Just you being a freakin' idiot, talking about butterflies and rain clouds and shit. You were mental." "Butterflies? What the hell?" "I don't know. It was crazy." "So you thought you'd just climb aboard the flaming hot chainsaw of love and have yourself a little horizontal boogie." "I was vertical actually, for the most part." "Whatever. You call me crazy!" "You were. Sexy as hell, even when you're babbling like an idiot, but crazy no less." (I can bust a grape, mister!) "I vaguely remember seeing Charlotte with some guys..." Amy didn't answer right away, but I felt her tense a bit on the bed beside me. "Unfortunately that part's true." Ouch! "What happened?" She turned onto her back again, and turned her face to mine. "Sure you wanna know?" "I guess so. Might as well put the nails in the coffin." Amy looked off into space for a moment, remembering. "Well, I was just heading up to use the bathroom, and then I was gonna go to bed, cause people were like, doing it on the couches right in front of me. I was so sicked out. And then some guy tried to make a move on me and I was like AS IF! He was like seventeen or something, and kinda skuzzy lookin'. So I went upstairs to use the bathroom and to go to bed, but the fuckin' bathroom was locked, and then when I went to my room, these two kids were fucking in my bed. So I went to the dad and Stephanie's room instead, and there was like three people fucking in there! Oh my god! What the fuck, right?" "So then you tried Charlotte's room." "Yeah. So then I went over to Charlotte's door, and she was in bed with like these three guys, and I was like, Oh my fucking god! What the fuck! I just stood there staring at her for like-" "Wait a second! Did you say three guys!? Only three?" "Yeah. There was one guy like, in her pussy, or... whatever. You know, fucking her? (Ah fuck, my pussy hurts like hell!) And this other guy was, well she was blowjobbing him and everything, like in her mouth, you know! And this other guy, she was jerking him off. There was cum everywhere! Ew! Oh my god! Sick!" "Only three... ?" I said, confused. "There was another guy standing there watching, but he wasn't doing anything to her." "I could have sworn I saw like ten guys in there!" "Ten!? Oh my god! No! There was only four, and only three of them were actually touching her. You couldn't even walk, Anthony! You fell on your ass right there in the hallway. As if you could even see straight. Ten! Oh my god!" "So it was only three? Are you sure?" "One in her pussy, one in her mouth, and one in her hand: Three. And one guy watching, just sort of standing there jerking off, looking like an idiot. I think she kinda wanted him to leave, but when you're fucking three guys, you don't have much room to complain I don't think. If some guy wants to stand there and jerk off, who the hell are you to demand privacy, when you've already got three cocks in you?" "Only three..." "What do you mean only!? That was the sickest thing I ever saw in my whole life! I couldn't believe it!" "Three is not actually that bad. I thought it was much worse." "How in the hell do you figure fucking three guys at once is not that bad?" "It could've been ten. Could have been every guy in the fuckin' house, if she was drunk enough." "So you're actually okay with that!?" "Well, no, of course not! But I can deal with it at least. I honestly thought it was much worse." "So screwing ten guys or more at once is wrong, but screwing only three is okay? Are you absolutely frickin' mental?" Now I finally did laugh. "Hey, you're the one who raped your way into losing your virginity. Who are you to judge?" "I did not rape you! As if!" "What do you call it?" Amy was a little flustered now, suddenly even more unsure of the situation, suddenly more than a little bit scared. "If you didn't want it, you would have stopped me! You wouldn't have gotten hard if you weren't turned on, if you weren't okay with it, right? Would you? It wasn't rape!" "I'm a guy, Amy. Guys get hard from rubbing around in their jeans sometimes. It doesn't mean they want to strip down and make sweet beautiful love to their Levis. You were stimulating me, and I got hard, you kept going, and I came. That doesn't mean I wanted to do it." Her lip quivered a bit. I wanted to kiss her, but I didn't. "Guys are so fuckin' confusing! My god!" She crossed her arms over her chest and turned her gaze toward the window once again, all hmph all of the sudden. "Don't worry about it, Amy. I'm not mad." "You seemed like you were loving it." "Maybe I was, on some level. I was drunk out of my mind. Who knows?" "We've gotta get all this blood cleaned up, before my mom comes in here. Did she wake up at all?" "If she did, I didn't see her. You were loud as hell too. I almost stuffed a pillow over your face." "I seriously don't know how you even got this thing inside you! You would have had to pre-tear yourself just to get the head in!" "It wasn't like that. It just popped right in. I got it in the right place, and pressed down, and you all the sudden bucked upwards and jammed it right in me. Rip! Bye-bye cherry. Lickety split." "Lickety split is right! And then what, you just jammed yourself down the rest of the way and went to town?" "Something like that." "How did you keep from screaming?" "I just focused on the fact that it was you, and somehow the pain made sense, like it was perfectly fine to be shredded down there, because it was you." "You're the one who's insane. I swear to god!" "Maybe, but at least I got myself some nice fat cock." She giggled and her giggle sounded an awful lot like Charlotte. "Come on. We gotta get cleaned up. And then we gotta go down to Charlotte's and help them clean up over there. I hope they didn't trash the place after I left." "Mick was still pretty sober. He said he would look after everything, not let anything get out of hand. I couldn't find you anywhere." "He should have been looking out for Charlotte, not letting her get taken advantage of like that." "Anthony! How drunk were you!?" "What do you mean?" "He was one of the guys fucking her! Didn't you see him?" "What!?" "Sure. Janine was passed out in a chair or something, he was walking around looking after the place, and he wandered into Charlotte's room. I was a little surprised because I was so sure he's madly in love with Janine, but apparently fucking Charlotte is okay or something. I was laughing my ass off. You guys are all insane. I swear." "You were laughing?" "Yeah." "I remember seeing you crying." She got quiet again, and then turned and punched me in the arm. "I was crying because I realized it was you in there with those two stupid sluts. You just about broke my heart." Ouch. "But you forgave me." "Enough to take you home and fuck your brains out, anyway." "Why?" "Because, silly! You were drunk out of your mind!" And that pretty much said it all. "Come on. We gotta go back there and check on everything." "Got time for a quick fuck, first?" Amy said to me, throwing the covers off of herself and spreading her legs with a struggling smile. "That's not even close to funny. Let's go." She giggled again, got out of bed, and limped off to the bathroom, looking like she'd had her pussy kicked right off by a disgruntled mule. Crazy kid. ------- Chapter 79: Cleaning up It was a long walk back to Charlotte's, made even longer by the ache of a strenuous week of physical exertion and emotional stress, and the throbbing of my first ever real hangover. The hot shower helped. A couple of extra-strength painkillers helped. A hot breakfast helped. And the walking itself helped. Actually getting up and moving around in fresh air cleared my head and soothed my mind somehow. It was a beautiful morning. Amy had a worse time of it of course. She was sort of limping, and flinching every couple of steps. But each time she'd put on this phony smile like nothing was wrong at all and she was just out for a casual stroll. "What are we gonna tell Charlotte?" I asked. "Hello, first of all." "I mean about you. About this." I pointed at her crotch as she stumbled a bit and flinched again. "It's not that bad. It just stings and aches. I'll be fine." "But she's gonna figure it out. She's not stupid." "Well I'll just tell her the truth. Knowing her, she'll probably just laugh." "I hope so." That's about all she said. We walked on in silence listening to the birds chattering and the breeze in the trees. When we got to Charlotte's we found the place completely spotless. Spic and span even. There was not a dish out of place or a single crooked picture. Everything was exactly as it had been, except for a note on the counter: Dear Charlotte, The place was a mess so we spend the morning cleaning. Thanks for having us over last night. It was a blast. Janine and Mick PS. We're pretty sure Amy went home with Anthony last night. You can reach her over there if you need to. Wow. Those two are awesome. The place was honestly immaculate. Amy and I had expected hours and hours of cleaning and such, but apparently it was already done. "Those two. Probably stopped to fuck every five minutes while they were doing it," Amy said. There was no longer the same edge of revulsion in her voice though. If I'm not mistaken, I detected a new hint of understanding and camaraderie. She now knew what it was like to want something so badly that nothing could stop you from dropping everything and going after it. We headed upstairs to find Charlotte. My insides were all tangled and anxious of course. I so badly wanted to see her, just to look at her, see her hair and her eyes, hear her voice again, hear her giggle. On the other hand I was horrified about seeing her. What if she was passed out with three guys in her bed? What if she freaked out about Amy? What if she found out about Margaret and Karen and was pissed off? No, that was silly. As if she'd ever be mad about that, even if she hadn't screwed a few guys of her own. Charlotte wasn't upstairs though. Her room was empty. The bed was made, clothes were put away in the laundry hamper, even the wastebasket by her dresser was emptied. There was absolutely no sign of the wild sex party that had gone on up there a mere six or seven hours before. Where was she? We went by the Lawsen's room. That was clear and clean too. And Amy's room looked like a hotel suite as well. Everything was clean and quiet, like a museum. The whole place had a creepy feeling to it. Not a floorboard creaked. Not a pipe groaned behind the walls. All was still. You could hear the sound of your own breathing, and that was it. Amy sniffed in the doorway beside me. You couldn't really smell anything either. Everything was clean. "Hope nobody fucked with my stuff," she said. "I just hope somebody changed the sheets." "Ew." "'Someone's been fucking in my bed!' said the baby bear." "And they ate that Goldilocks slut for dinner." "Easy. The only Goldilocks around here is Charlotte." We checked out in the back yard, via Charlotte's patio. Nobody home. Finally we went down to the basement. If Sheila wasn't there working on the movie, we definitely had stumbled into the Twilight Zone. Shelia was there, working on the movie. Except she wasn't alone. Charlotte was in the sound booth, sitting on a stool, waiting for a cue. "Hold on, Char. Anthony and Amy just walked in," Sheila said into a microphone, clicking a button that activated Charlotte's headphones. "What's happening? Where is everyone?" I asked. "Everyone went home." "Mick and Janine cleaned the whole place up?" "Apparently. God bless 'em. What a freakin' disaster when I woke up this morning!" "Were you still passed out on the toilet?" Amy asked. "You saw that, did you?" "I was gonna wake you, but you looked absolutely exhausted." "Did you sleep at all, Sheila?" I asked. "I curled up on the bed for a while. It was hard to sleep with ten different couples fucking in every direction, but I was tired enough. Some guy tried to have his way with me too. I had to kick him in the nuts. Asshole." "I'm kinda glad I went with Anthony." Charlotte popped her head out of the booth. I'd been watching her through the window. She sat on the stool, staring down at the floor, fiddling with her nails and her headphone cord, looking so damn beautiful it was killing me inside. She finally got up and came to say hi to us. I suppose she normally would have done that immediately, if she hadn't been feeling as awkward as I was, or moreso. That comforted me a bit. "Morning, Aims! Hey, Anthony. How are ya?" She came in and hugged Amy. I so badly wanted to kiss her. The fact that she didn't come up and kiss me drove burning hot daggers of reality back into me all over again. Her too, no doubt. She glanced up at me and then looked away again, avoiding my eyes. "Um, guys?" I said. "Amy knows about the movie. She wandered in here last night. She figured it out." "Uh oh," Charlotte said. Sheila just looked away at the control panel again. "Don't worry. I'm not gonna say anything. I think it's kinda cool actually." "This from the girl who thought kissing was gross twenty-four hours ago," I said. "We're just cleaning up some audio here. Turns out this girl can sing too," Sheila said, nodding at Charlotte. "I heard her singing in the shower this morning and I had a revelation: this movie needs music." "You sing too?" I said. "I've been in lessons for 3 years. Daddy insisted." It was yet another reminder of how little I knew about this girl I was head over heels in love with. It was yet another reminder that we'd only actually met a couple weeks ago, and had spent more time fucking than actually talking to each other about ourselves. "The girl's got some pipes on her," Sheila said. "Yet another reason to be jealous." Charlotte giggled. Zing! My tummy did a back flip. "So how much longer til the whole thing's done?" "I don't know. I um, actually had to re-work a bunch of things that weren't working out." "She won't let me see what she's got so far, Anthony! Make her show us!" I looked at the fierce gaze Sheila gave me and shook my head. "I know that look. Nobody's seeing this thing until the whole thing's completely done." "Well, back to work then. The sooner she gets this done, the sooner we can see it. You guys got plans for today?" Charlotte asked us. "Well we were planning on cleaning up all morning, but somebody beat us to it." "I know! Isn't it amazing!? I frickin' love those two! I swear to god!" "They've saved our asses a few times this weekend." "Did you see how drunk she was last night!? Oh my god, she was so funny!" She giggled again. Stop giggling, Charlotte. Oh please, stop giggling. You're breaking my heart. There was an awkward pause, and I think Sheila saw the way Charlotte and I were just sort of staring at each other in a confused daze. "Well, back to work," she said. "We'll be upstairs. We'll watch a movie or something." "Good plan." "I have to talk to you about something, Charlotte, when you're done," Amy said. "You need to talk now? I can take a break." "No. It's alright. When you're done." "Okay." And she looked from Amy to me and back again with a bit of curiosity in her eye. Then we went. Except I had to go into the bathroom for a moment because I felt like I was gonna break out crying. Everything was burning and tumbling and aching inside me. It was hellacious! I got a hold of myself and went upstairs. It's amazing how being in love can be so completely beautiful and horrible at the same time. There was a wall-sized rack of DVDs upstairs next to the picture of Stephanie. They were, for some reason, sorted into three categories. I wasn't sure why, but two shelves were labeled "Charlotte", and two shelves were labeled "Stephanie", and the bottom two were labeled "Ron". They had about 200 movies each, a regular in-home video store. They were all in alphabetical order too, for each person. Even if the shelves weren't labeled it was pretty easy to see whose shelf was whose. Charlotte had Disney movies, teen comedies, and chick-flicks, Stephanie had tones of action, suspense, and horror movies starring hunky-looking guys and sexy-looking babes, and Ron had all the classics of film-making, from Apocalypse Now to Hitchcock's Vertigo. The funniest part about it though was that some of the movies were on two or three different shelves. Apparently if more than one of them liked a certain movie, they each got their own copy of it. Shawshank Redemption was on all three shelves for example. Disney's Hercules was on both Charlotte and Ron's shelf. And Ron and Stephanie both had a copy of Gibson's Braveheart. I so badly wanted to sit down and go through every one of Ron's movies one-by-one, but Amy had already pulled three down off of Charlotte's shelf that she was just dying to see. I humored her and we spent the morning watching nerds come of age and get the most popular kid in school by the time credits rolled. We ate lunch at some point as well, and sat curled up on the couch like an old married couple, with her lying in my lap giggling and pointing, and even rewinding the particularly funny moments to watch over again. It was a nice distraction from the usual mess my mind was in. Then Charlotte came upstairs. The girls were done the extra audio recording they needed, or so I thought. "Sheila wants you to go downstairs and fill in a few voice-overs," Charlotte said. "You'll have to finish watching the end of this one with her." "Oh my god, I love this movie!" Charlotte said, and she jumped over the back of the couch and dropped in beside Amy. As I headed down the stairs I heard Charlotte reciting the movie lines, and the two of them laughing together. It was very pretty. They were laughing now anyway. Who knew how Charlotte would react when Amy told her what she had to tell her. What a mess everything was in! How could it get any worse!? "In the booth please. I just need a couple of lines from you, sir." Ah, Sheila! Her voice soothed me like rays of sunshine on a man who's just come out of a dungeon. I stopped and gave her a great big hug before she could say anything else. I so badly needed just to hug her, a dear friend. Nothing else seemed to matter at that moment. "Okay..." she said, slowly lifting her arms to hug me back. "You alright?" I shook my head no. Tears were streaming down my face all of the sudden. Suddenly I couldn't hold it in anymore. I just stood there crying and holding Sheila and crying, and holding her some more. "I'll take that as a no, then." "I love her so much, Sheila. I don't know what to do. I'm going crazy. Everything feels like insanity in my head, in the world around me, everything's upside down and inside out and just so fuckin' wrong! It's not supposed to be like this. We're supposed to live happily ever after and ride off into the sunset together." When I was done babbling, I just stood there crying like a little boy. Sheila just held me, as steady as a rock. I was so damn grateful she was there. I don't know what I would have done if I didn't have her. I would have probably busted out blubbering like a little bitch in front of Charlotte and that would've been pathetic. The strangest thing happened right then though. Holding her so close, my body aroused itself, and before I knew it I was fully erect. Then I was standing there, crying my eyes out over Charlotte with a tent pole of an erection in my pants in response to Sheila's soft warm body. She felt it press into her stomach and she looked down at it, then she looked up into my eyes. I looked into hers and just sort of smirked pathetically. Since when did men ever have control over there erections? "Sorry," I whispered, wiping a tear from my cheek. "It's the hug, I guess." But she took me by the hand and sat me down in the control room chair. Her hands worked my pants open and she pulled them down off me. I just sat there and let her, wondering in a daze once again, what the hell she was doing. My cock sprang up across my belly. She knelt down in front of me, and without words, with discussion, without comment of any sort, she took my cock in her mouth and began sucking on me, slowly, lovingly, and deliciously, giving me head like she wished she could take every last trickle of pain from my entire existence with the magic of her mouth. I was still crying though, staring down at her with fascination and awe, partly confused, partly ecstatic, getting my cock sucked in the midst of an apparent emotional breakdown. It was bizarre to say the least, but beautiful at the same time. The tears still flowed though, and she gave me head like she really fucking meant it, until finally a tear fell from her eye as well, and she stopped, got up off of the floor, tugged her own pants off, and mounted me in the chair. She reached down, adjusted the angle I was at, thrust herself downward, popping me inside her, and then sinking her weight down to take the length of me inside her wet slippery sheathe. "Sheila..." I said. "Shhh..." And she pressed down some more, closing her eyes as the head of me slid slowly up the length of her tunnel and jammed up against her cervix. She shivered. Suddenly I was all the way in. Her pussy squeezed on me, with a will of its own, gripping me tightly. She dropped her forearms onto my shoulders and turned my face up to hers. "Look at me," she said. "Watch my eyes." And she rode me, working me over like that for a good ten minutes while we wept and squirmed and thrust and wriggled against each other, staring into each other eyes, feeling every motion, every tickle, every sweet slithering pleasure as we slid against one another. I could see the sensations she was feeling inside her eyes. I could see how thick and hard and hot I was inside her. I could see how sweetly my stroking shaft tickled her inside with each twinkle in her eye. And she could see the ecstasy of her own pussy's work in mine. It sucked on me. I could feel it actually loving me. The more pleasure she saw in my eyes, the more deliciously she moved on me. It was like she was feeding off of the energy of my enraptured gaze. Her sweet trembling breaths warmed my skin. Her soft sighs chilled my heart with the pain I heard in them. But she fucked me, grinding and writhing her pelvis all around me, drawing as much ecstasy from me as she was giving me. And then we kissed, feeling the wetness of each other's cheeks, and tasting the salt of tears. She licked my tears off my face as well, in gentle little kitten-like licks as though they were precious to her. She licked and kissed them all away, but more kept coming, and she kept fucking me with everything she had trying to drown my pain in pleasure. "Don't cry, Ant. Everything's gonna be okay in the end. You'll see." We kissed, and it was all over. I was coming moments later, filling her with my warm spurting gratitude until it overflowed out of her and oozed down my balls. She held me tight, shivering and shuddering, feeling me tense and throb inside her, spurting, and relaxing, spurting and relaxing, over and over until I had no more to give her. Then we just held one another, cheek to cheek, just breathing and trembling, and suddenly I realized I felt a thousand times better. "Thank you," I whispered. "I figured you needed that," she whispered back. And then she pulled herself off of me with a sickly sweet tingling tug that slowly dragged my cock from her clenching little sex grip. She mopped herself up with a wad of Kleenex from a nearby box, and then tidied me up. Then she waddled over to the bathroom to finish up. I watched her go, thanking god for her. Everything was gonna be okay. I honestly believed that now. "Okay, here's what I need you to say," she said when she returned. "You ready?" "Yeah." I'd put my dick away and was reading over the scribbles of notes on the desk, trying to decipher where she was at in the production. "I need you to read these lines I have written here. Don't be too dramatic about it. Don't be too emotional. Just read it like you're telling me something I should already know." "Okay. I don't remember this being in the script though." "I've changed a few things. I hope you don't mind." "I don't mind. I'm sure it'll be cool no matter what." "Stool, please." I went into the sound booth and sat down. She pressed a few buttons and turned a few knobs and then pointed at me. I read the lines like I was telling her something I think she should already know: "I'm not gonna live forever. I'm gonna die someday. And when I go, I want to know that I mattered to at least one person in this world. That's the whole purpose of my life..." Sheila gave me the thumbs up, looking like she was gonna bust out crying all over again. But she smiled instead and waved me away back upstairs. I went, pondering what strange new direction she was taking the movie in. Upstairs I found Amy and Charlotte hugging on the couch, just holding each other with Amy's face buried in Charlotte's neck. Credits were rolling on the TV screen and they weren't talking. I just stood there watching for a moment. Finally Charlotte spoke. "So how was it, girl? Is that boy gigantic or what?" "Hell fuckin' yeah. I can barely walk." Apparently she'd told her the news. They didn't see me standing behind them there, at the top of the stairs, and not a floorboard creaked to give me away. "It gets better. It's not always hot ripping agony like that." "It's weird. Even though it hurt like hell, it still sort of already felt really, really good at the same time, having that great big... Anthony stuffed up inside me like that. I can't even explain it." "You don't need to explain it. I know exactly what you mean." "So you're not mad?" "You know what, Aims, if my little sister is gonna get her cherry popped by someone, I feel a million times better knowing it was him that did it. He'd never hurt you in a million years." "I know. He's beautiful." "You really like him, don't you?" Amy didn't answer. "It's alright," Charlotte said. "I know exactly how you feel. And then some." "Do you think you'll get back together with him?" "I don't know. It's complicated. I want to so badly, but I need to know we're not gonna just keep getting hurt over and over." "I'm just glad you're not mad me." "Of course I'm not mad at you. I love you, Aims." Then there was a big hug. "I love you too, Charlotte. I'm so glad you're my sister." The moment passed and it was beautiful. It was beautiful because a new bond was formed that hadn't been there before. It was connected, confirmed, and clinched forever: the two of them were sisters. Nothing would ever separate them as long as they lived. And that was beautiful because Amy's mother died the next night. ------- Chapter 80: Unchaining Angels Charlotte got up after a while to change the movie. The credits had run themselves out and there was some FBI warning lighting up the room in blue light. "What'd ya wanna watch now? Let's watch-" She stopped when she saw me standing there at the top of the basement stairs. I was just leaning up against the doorframe, staring at the way her hair wiggled above her ass as she stepped up to the TV. I snapped out of it though, when she saw me, and straightened up my posture a bit, hoping to look like I'd just gotten to the top of the stairs just before she'd turned around. She wasn't fooled for an instant. "Heya, Ant. All done down there?" Amy turned around and looked, as surprised as Charlotte was. "Yeah. All done," I said. "Amy tells me you two had some adventure last night." "She had the adventure. I was mostly just a prop." "Never mind denying it, boy. You must remember some of it. You must have enjoyed at least some of it." She winked at me, and nodded toward Amy behind her back, urging me to spare the young girl's ego. "I remember a very sweet sucking sensation that had me blasting like Old Faithful. It was very intense." "Well, lucky for you, the dear girl started her period today. Apparently you guys took no precautions." "I wouldn't have done any of it, if I'd had a choice. That was the precaution I'd planned to take." "I told her it was a reckless and silly thing to do, but young girls do reckless and silly things sometimes, don't they?" "Sometimes. Sometimes boys are just as bad." Amy was staring at me from over the back of the couch, looking like she would die a thousand deaths just to understand how I thought I was anything less than an angel in the flesh. The look in her eye burned me in my guts; I was nowhere near worthy of such adoration. "So you guys are just watching movies up here?" "Wanna join us?" I wanted to tell her that the only thought in my heart was to take her upstairs and lie her down in her bed and cover every inch of her in sweet worshipping kisses, but I couldn't. I just forced myself to look away from her and put on a phony smile. "I gotta run home for a bit. My room's still kind of a mess and I wanna clean it up before my mom gets home." "Yeah, you should go do that," Charlotte said. Amy blinked twice, still looking awed. "You girls'll be alright? You can call me if you need me." "We'll be fine. Go on and get your cleaning done, dear boy." I wanted her to argue with me. I wanted her to beg me to stay. I wanted her to drag me upstairs and tell me she loved me with everything inside her and beg me to take her back, which I would do in a heartbeat, in spite of everything that had happened. Foolish maybe, but I was madly in love with her, in the least cliché sense of the term. I felt like I was half insane. Honestly. Which was why I had to get out of there, and in a way, even if she had begged me to stay, I don't think I would have. "Will you be alright?" Charlotte said. "Honestly?" No, Charlotte. I feel like I've been ripped in half at the waist and twisted around like an old rag. I feel dizzy and sick and lost and alone, and you're the only cure, but there's poison in the cure at the same time, so I can't win. How do you feel? I hope you're at least a little bit as messed up as I am, because if you weren't, I'd feel even worse. I love you so much it feels like hell burning inside me. Ever been there? Ever felt that? Yet at the same time, I didn't want her in any sort of hell. I wanted nothing but for her to be happy and free to just be who she was without feeling guilty about hurting me. Who was I? I was nobody. She, in spite of her flaws, was an angel. You're looking the wrong way for your angel, Aims. She's right behind you. "Anthony?" Charlotte said again. I'd been staring into space. "I'll be alright. Take care of each other. Make sure Sheila eats something." And then I left. The next time I set foot in Charlotte's house, it was to watch the final draft of the movie. I drove home and sat in my truck in front of my house for the longest time. I didn't really want to go in. Mostly I just wanted to get out of Charlotte's place, away from all the oppressive tension that had built up. So after about thirty minutes I started up the truck again and went for a drive. It felt like the longest drive of my life. I drove around thinking about everything that had happened to us, from the first day we'd been paired up in English Composition class, until last night at the party. Part of me really wanted to hate Charlotte, for a while there. Part of me wanted to blame her for the whole mess. She was the one who'd fucked Vincenzo after all. She was the one who boned three different guys at the party last night. It was all her. I was a victim. I wanted to hate her. But I couldn't. My brain kept going around and around in circles, like a dog chasing it's tail. And the thought I kept coming back to time and time again was that Charlotte was only being Charlotte; to expect her to change would be to alter the very thing that I loved. There was poison in the cure indeed. In the end I decided that it was better for me to let the dream die and let her go back to being who she was, the beautiful, carefree, vivacious and beautiful Charlotte Lawsen, the girl who fucked whoever she wanted whenever she wanted, and had been perfectly happy at it until she'd met me. In the end, I realized that I didn't own her. To expect her to change would be to claim ownership of her somehow, like she owed me. I couldn't accept that. I liked her better free than simply another part of me. And so I let her go. Once and for all I let her go. I drove down the main strip of our city on that Saturday night, all by myself, crying my eyes out once again, but finally resolved. Finally sure about what I was supposed to do, what I had to do. And then the dog turned around and chased his tail again—I changed my mind again. I loved her so deeply, so strongly, so completely, I couldn't bear the thought of not having her in her life. Her kisses, her touch, her giggles, her hugs, her voice in my ear, her hair on my chest, her eyes staring into mind with so much beauty I felt like I wasn't even alive. How could I let all that go? How could I simply give up? How could I ever love anyone else that much? How would I ever be happy again? She was everything to me, my whole universe, and to not have her with me, to let her go and watch her be happy with someone else, felt like death—worse than death: it felt like hell. And so I cried some more and went a little madder trying to find some solution? Why couldn't things just go back to the way they were? Why couldn't everything just be perfect forever? Why is life always so full of confusion and pain? I drove around, going crazier by the minute, crying and sighing, and crying some more, like a man in hell with no way out but different kinds of hell. And just when the blackness of insanity nearly took me, I finally gave up and cried out to God. I actually broke into a prayer to this God fellow I'd heard about, but had never really known. I didn't know what else to do. I prayed asking him to just fix everything for us, so we could be happy again, without either of us changing. I told him I would give up anything, if he would just answer this one prayer for me: if I could have Charlotte, once and for all and forever. God is cruel though. He answered the prayer I prayed that night. And it cost an awful lot too. If I'd have known then what it would cost me I would never have uttered that cursed prayer. "Please, God. If you're up there, if you're listening, just let me have Charlotte Lawsen. I'll give up anything, if I can just have her love forever and ever." With tears streaming down my face, bumping my head against the steering wheel over and over again, feeling like my soul was ripped in a hundred different pieces, I said those words. He answered that prayer that night. He sent an angel and gave us Charlotte's movie. And Charlotte and I did live happily ever after. But what a terrible price we paid... I woke up Sunday morning to a ringing phone. It was Janine Best. "You still asleep, lazy bones?" "Yuh. Time is it?" "It's after eleven. Get up! It's a beautiful day!" "Eleven?" "How late were you up last night?" "I don't know. I was just driving around. I came home and did some writing in bed. Is it after eleven? Really?" "Eleven-fifteen." "Whoa. I must have been exhausted." "You coming down here or what?" "Where? Where are you?" "We're all over here at Charlotte's. The movie's done. Sheila and Steve are just cleaning up the hard drives downstairs and then we're all gonna watch it. But if you're too tired, you can watch it later." "I'll be right down," I said. You never seen a human being take a faster shower in your whole goddamn life. I was practically out again before the water even hit me. I was dressed and down at Charlotte's by 11:35. There was food on the table. It was a mini party all over again. Music was playing. There was excitement in the air. Janine was practically bouncing off the walls. "I'm so excited! I'm so excited! This is gonna be so awesome!" Charlotte was there too, fidgety, but not bouncing or anything. Mick and Amy were stuffing their faces from paper plates. I extracted myself from Janine's hug and walked over to Charlotte. "Would I be able to talk to you for a moment, Char. I just wanna get some things out before we see this thing. Is that okay?" "Sure thing," she said. She got up and we went upstairs to her room. She sat on her bed and suddenly I couldn't speak again. Just seeing her there on her bed was overwhelming my mind... memories and desires... memories and desires. "Come on. Let's go outside," I said. We opened the balcony door and walked out into the fresh Sunday air. "So how'd it go last night? You gals have fun?" "We had a blast. Janine slept over. It was just us three girls, up all night watching movies and laughing our asses off. We even slept together in mom and dad's bed." "Sheila hid in the basement all night?" "She says she actually finished around four. But she went over and slept the rest of the night away on the bed downstairs. She looks in pretty rough shape, Ant. I think she'll sleep for a week after this is all done." "I hope so." "So... what's up? What'd you do last night?" "I drove around and around and around, just thinking about everything, thinking, mostly about us, I guess." "And?" "I just want to ask you something before I say what I have to say." "What's that?" "Are you as broken up as I am about all this? Do you... love me, Charlotte?" She swallowed and looked away. Sunshine glittered off the water of the pool, lighting up her face, and she looked angelic once again. "That's a crazy question, Anthony. Do you really need to ask?" "I do. At this point I don't even know which way is up or down anymore. I don't know what's right. I don't know how I really feel. Everything's insane inside me. I just need to know how you're feeling, just to confirm some things." "What things?" "Like whether I should let my dreams die, or let my self die." "I don't know what you mean." "It's hard to explain. But just humor me. Answer the question." "I do love you Anthony. You know I do. You shouldn't have to ask. I've never been in so much agony my whole life, feeling like a cruel heartless bitch, feeling selfish and self-centered, feeling like I fail at life and lost the one chance I had at happiness and true love, just to feel a dick inside me. And it's not just the agony of hating myself, and knowing I'll hate myself forever if I lose you. It's also the knowledge that I've caused you even the slightest inkling of pain. It kills me inside. It makes me feel like I don't even deserve you in the first place, and never did. I'm a slut. A whore. A tramp. A worthless cum rag who was lucky to even have known you. I can't say enough bad things about myself. Nothing is enough to explain how much I hate myself for hurting you..." "But?" "But nothing. I don't deserve you. I never did. I never will. Thank you for the showing me even the shadow of the dream of the happiness I could have had if I wasn't such a goddamn cunt." "You don't really feel that way." "I do. I honestly do." "If you really were that bad, you wouldn't even know enough to know you've hurt anyone. You'd only be thinking of yourself." She stopped to think about that. "So I'm only half a goddamn worthless cunt then?" "Charlotte, stop it!" "I want so badly to beg you to take me back. I told myself I would be your sex slave forever and ever, bobbing and sucking and bending over and taking it in any way that pleased you, for the rest of my goddamn life, if I could just see that look in your eyes again when you look at me, that look of pure love, with no doubt at all in it. But I've destroyed that now, and nothing I can do can bring it back." "But that's a contradiction. If you're so convinced you're so unworthy, how could I ever have loved you that much? How could I hurt so badly if our love isn't true?" "I don't know. I honestly feel half insane over all this." "I know the feeling." "So what are we doing here? Why are we going through all this?" "This is why I wanted to know if you still love me or not? Is there anything to salvage, or are we just gonna end up hurting each other for the rest of our lives, screwing up, judging each other, second-guessing ourselves, just playing the sad depressing game so many people play, of just going through the motions of love, but feeling totally alone deep down inside?" "There was a time when I would have said fuck all this bullshit. Love is for suckers. It's just chains for the weak, so they can feel like they have some meaning to their sad little lives. But not me. I was smarter than that. I was Charlotte Lawsen, wild and free, the queen of sluts." A tear dropped from her cheek and disappeared into the earth far below. She wiped at her cheek with the back of her hand. Her voice cracked when she spoke again. "Now I hate her. I hate everything she stood for. I don't even wanna see this movie. It'll just rub it back in my face again. Charlotte the slut. Charlotte the whore. Charlotte the walking cum canvas. It's not who I want to be. It's not me. But it's who I am. That's her in the mirror, staring back at me. That's her in these slutty outfits, talking through these slutty lips, with this slutty tongue. I just want to be someone else. Why can't I just be someone else?" I watched her standing there crying, feeling numb myself. I'd cried myself half to death the night before. Now I was just dazed. I didn't know what to think or say. So I decided I'd better just deliver the speech I had prepared. "This is where I'm at, Charlotte. I don't want us to hurt each other either. I'm as much to blame for all of this as you are. You're not wrong about that, when you say you never wanted any of this. You were happy. You were free. You were beautiful. You were peaceful. You liked who you were. You had no problems. "And then you met me. And I tried to change you. I tried to make you into something you're not. I tried to make you mine. I tried to own you, to own who you are, and what you're all about. That's when you started to doubt yourself. That's when you got confused. And the Charlotte I love would never doubt herself. She would never be confused. She's strong and confident and free and wonderful in every way. She makes people happy, just by being with them. She shows guys that they're sexy and desirable and special in a world that makes you feel like you're lucky to even talk to a pretty girl unless you've got a hot car and the latest styles in clothing, and a face like a movie star, and the body of an athlete, and a dick like a donkey. You took all that away for them. You made them feel special. That's what you represent. That's what you're all about in this world. You're all about beauty shared with everyone, no matter who they are, the heaven of acceptance. I can't own that. I can't claim that for my own and take you away from the world. And though it kills me, I'm willing to let you go, once and for all, forever, just so you can be happy again, and free, and know who you are, and not doubt it. And I'll look at you from afar forever, and know that there was a time when I had everything beautiful in the world wrapped around me, kissing me, loving me. I can live happily ever after with that. But I can't chain down an angel. You belong to the world, Charlotte. I have to set you free." "You say such beautiful things to me, Anthony, and no matter how much I hate myself, I almost believe your words, just because it's you, and that makes this even harder." "You're telling me." There was silence then. She thought about everything I'd said, and then she looked up at me with those killer gorgeous eyes, full of tears and sorrow and said, "So it's really over?" And I wanted to change my mind again, once and for all, and throw away the world, and keep her all for myself. But I didn't. She was too damn beautiful. So I said, "Yeah. I have to." And then there was a tap at the patio door. Janine opened it. "We're ready to start. We're just waiting for you guys." "We'll be right down." Janine closed the door again and went. I turned to Charlotte and hugged her. "Don't cry, baby. The most beautiful thing about life is that we don't know what's gonna happen tomorrow. We may live happily ever after yet, and look back on all this as just something we had to work through." "I hope you're right. I really do. Because if I don't end up with you, I'm never gonna love anybody ever again, and it feels really damn good. In spite of everything, it feels so damn good." I took one last look at her sparkling, shining eyes and let go of her for the last time. And we went back into the house to watch Charlotte's movie. ------- Chapter 81: Charlotte's Movie Sheila had been working on this thing for nearly a hundred hours straight, with only a few hours of sleep in between. So it was no surprise when she told us she was just gonna make a short speech, and then head home to pass out for a week or so, leaving us to watch the final production without her. She looked a mess. Her skin was pale. Her hair was dull and clumpy, unwashed. Her eyes were dark and sunken. But she looked like she was more fulfilled than she'd ever been before. There was something about her that just looked peaceful. "Well, it's finally done," she said, standing in front of us all in the living room. "It's not exactly following the script we'd originally worked out, but I think it's still good. It says what I want to say, what I think needs to be said, and that's what people make movies for anyway, right? This movie is about Charlotte and Anthony. But it's about more than that. It's about- Well, you'll see what it's about. I don't need to tell you. I'm gonna go now. I'm so tired I feel like I might die. So I'm just gonna go. Enjoy the movie, guys." But before she left, she stopped and gave me a hug and a kiss. Just me. And then she went toward the door. Charlotte stopped her, jumping up and wrapping her in a great big hug. "Just stay, Sheila. Just stay and watch it with us. You worked so hard." "I can't. I don't need to. I've seen it a hundred times already. I know you guys will like it. And I'm dead, dead, dead tired." I got up and hugged her too. "Thanks for all your hard work, She. Thanks for everything." She gave me another firm squeeze and then left. Steve put the DVD into the player and Charlotte hit a few buttons on the remote to get the movie onto the big screen. Janine and Mick pulled the curtains closed, dimming the room a bit. Then we pressed play. The movie began with a black screen for about ten seconds or so, and then, in a quiet, dream-like voice, Charlotte could be heard singing in the darkness. She wasn't singing lyrics, she was just sort of humming a melody with a lot of oohs and aahs, like a nymph in the woods. It was a soft sweet melody that made you think of afternoon sunshine sparking on a rippling brook. Very pretty. And then text faded up onto the screen: "If this wasn't real love, I wouldn't be so scared." "Oh my god..." Charlotte whispered. "That's that thing I wrote!" The text faded, and there was my face. I was lying on the bed, looking up and to the left. I was looking at something that apparently held me rapt with wonder. It was somewhat slow motion, but not melodramatically so, just enough to make it seem like a memory. The whole shot looked soft and gentle too. The camera panned over, refocused and there was Charlotte. She was sitting there reading to me, smiling, and shuffling through papers, just looking like an absolutely beautiful teenaged girl, doing homework or something. (The papers she was reading was actually the script. You couldn't really see exactly what it was though.) We could only be seen from the shoulders up, but it was fairly evident that we were actually nude. I'm not sure how Sheila did it without actually showing our bodies, but somehow we just looked naked. Naked, and completely happy. The singing continued. Then Charlotte's voice faded up. "It's funny how someone can become a part of your very soul, and you barely remember meeting them. When was the very first time you saw them, said hello, touched their hand? Did you know then that they'd change your entire world? No. Because once your world has been changed, everything else feels like a dream..." (That was a line from our original script, one of the first few lines on page one.) Movie Charlotte's voiceover continued: "But the only thing that matters now is that he's helping me to discover the real me, who I really am deep down inside, and that makes me feel more alive than I've ever felt before." (That was one of the last lines from the last page of the script. It was supposed to be the conclusion, but Sheila moved it to the beginning. It worked perfectly.) Charlotte, the real Charlotte beside me on the couch, suddenly broke out into tears. I glanced over at her, and then back at the movie. Suddenly on-screen Anthony sat up, rushed forward, and kissed her. The camera blurred a bit, but then the focus reset. The kiss was deep, passionate, and dripping with obvious love. It looked gorgeous. Our eyes were closed, our mouths were open, and you could see that we absolutely adored one another. And Charlotte continued her sunshiny song far away in the distance, echoing like a memory. Then her voice-over continued: "... he simply loves me; he makes me feel beautiful, without saying a word. He makes me feel like all the craziness inside me doesn't matter, and for the first time I begin to understand what normal is supposed to feel like." (That was from the middle of the script somewhere.) And then Anthony turned her and laid her down, hovering above her. The shot cut to a close up of his eyes, staring down at her with wild-looking awe and desire. Then he was kissing her again, and this time you could see a full-length shot of the two of them on the bed, him on top of her, completely naked. Her thighs parted and lifted to wrap around him, and they kissed. Her hands tousled his hair, running down his back, caressing him with loving attention to every little detail of his form. (I still talk about it in the third person to this day because somehow it didn't even seem like me up on that screen. It was too beautiful to be me.) Another interesting thing about Sheila's new cut was that so far she hadn't shown anything more graphic than a kiss and a caress. But now you could see Charlotte reaching down between them, taking a hold of his erection, and guiding him inside her. You couldn't actually see it go in, you couldn't even see their privates at all, but you knew it was happening. There was a change in their facial expression that told of some shocking pleasure they suddenly felt. Their breathing quickened and their whole beings seemed to swell. The singing faded down a bit more and suddenly you could hear their panting. There was a close up of Charlotte's face. Her eyes were wide and dazzled, her mouth was open, gasping with trembling breath. Somehow you got a sense of the size of him sliding into her, stretching her around his hot ticklish penetration, simply by her reaction. Her mouth opened wider and wider, into an expanding O, and her eyes brightened, dilated, and glassed over with emotion. Then you could see his face, and he looked even more messed up than she did. He looked like he was near tears, and in complete ecstasy at the same time, plunging down into some slippery snug heaven that you could vividly imagine based on the look in his eyes. Then I heard his voice come into the movie. It really was surreal, because it didn't sound like me. Do I really sound like that? Apparently I do. "Love makes you wonder about things you never wondered about before. Love makes you inhale the fragrance of the world like a flower you never even knew was there, right in front of you. You think that maybe it's that love that's all the beauty in the universe, but it's not. It's just that love woke you up, and now you're actually seeing the world for the first time, and it's beautiful. Everything's beautiful." (This was from the script of course, and it was supposed to be dialog I was having with the Jen character as we made love. Sheila had altered the context a bit and suddenly it was me talking to the audience.) The shot cut to a view from behind him and above them. It was an odd angle, sort of beside the corner of the bed looking down at his body moving on top of her as they kissed and cuddled. Once again, it showed nothing more graphic than his butt and Charlotte's knees rocking up and down on each side of him, her little feet sliding up and down the backs of his thighs, but somehow that made it a thousand times hotter. You could hear Charlotte moaning now too, louder and more energetic. Not whorish or anything, not screaming like a porn star, but obviously really, really enjoying his thick hard cock deep inside her. You could tell it was deep, deep down inside her by the way his back arched and his ass tensed each time he thrust. And she moaned like she had something very hard, very deep inside her too. I got chills from the sound of her voice. Goosebumps rose on my flesh and I shivered. She sounded so damn hot it was almost scary. "Do I really sound like that?" Charlotte whispered on the couch beside me. "Yes. You do," I said. "But somehow it sounds even more... real." The love making continued. Different angles were shown, but the majority of the shots were all of their faces, their hands, close ups of their eyes and their mouths kissing. The pure eroticism of it I realized, the thing that was turning me on the most, was not having super close-ups of his dick plowing in and out of her, all graphically shoved into the camera. It was the reaction shots, the looks on their faces as they enjoyed each other's pleasure. It was the motion of her rocking back and forth on the bed beneath him. You could see his dick plowing in and out of her without being shown. You could see that it was big and hard and deep, and pumping steadily, hitting all the right spots and making her moan and shiver and shudder and tremble beneath him. You could see that her pussy was wet and tight and hot and sucking and squeezing on him by the way he smiled that drunken happy smile every once in a while and suddenly closed his eyes and tensed up above her. It was the most graphic, hardcore, dirty, sexy thing I'd ever seen, and Sheila hadn't even shown a single flash of genitals. It was deliriously hot. I looked around the room at everyone's face and saw that I wasn't the only one who was amazed. Every single mouth was open, every single eye was wide and staring, every single jaw was dropped, and I can only assume that every dick was hard, and every pussy was wet, and every mind was humming with desire. And yet it wasn't raw lust like you get from porn, the base need to fuck something as soon as possible. It was desire and awe. The two on the screen weren't using one another like objects. They weren't pumping and bumping and moaning like actors. They were actually enjoying the sheer bliss of sex purely for its own sake, feeling every sweet tingling ecstasy from every little inch of motion against one another's flesh, and expressing it in their reactions. I barely even remember that moment; it seemed so long ago and far away at that point, after everything that had happened since, but there I was, making love to Charlotte, the girl I'd been hopelessly in love with at the time, and she with me, and we were stroking on one another apparently oblivious to all the world except one another. There was another shot of Charlotte's face, over my shoulder. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open in sweet rapturous pleasure, and I finally understood what Charlotte had been telling me all along about how when I have sex with her, I'm actually making love to her. It took Sheila showing me myself in the act before I finally understood what that really meant from an outside point of view. It was beautiful. And then they were coming. He went first. You saw something change in his gaze, in his rhythm, and suddenly he was simultaneously the most powerful man and earth, all muscle and tension and thrusting power that ground hard into her as he peaked, and he was as weak and helpless as a little baby at the exact same time. And then she was coming as well, and she clung to him like he was all the universe, grinding up against him as though she needed to devour him, his very soul, with her motions, as though she were somehow touching his very life force and that was the source of her ecstasy, and he was all hurricanes and earthquakes and thunder and chaos coming inside her, and she was just hanging on for dear life, in absolute ecstasy. It was all over her face... so beautiful... And yet I don't even remember shooting that scene. When did we do that? All I remembered was pulling out and coming all over her every time, trying to get good, well-lit shots of my ejaculations onto her hot blushing flesh. When did we shoot this one? But there it was, on the screen. I stared in awe and suddenly realized I was squeezing someone's hand. It was Charlotte. She was holding my hand as she watched. She was squeezing my hand as though she would blow away in a storm if she didn't hang on for dear life. The motion slowed and the panting faded to a heartbeat sound. Thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump. The shot zoomed slowly in to Charlotte's face pressed into his shoulder, her hair all a mess and yet somehow still gorgeous, looking all fucked and rumpled like she'd just had the orgasm to end all orgasms. And then the scene blurred to a wash of flesh colour and the suggestion of sexual motion in the background. It looked like Charlotte rolling him over onto his back in slow motion and going down on him, but it was so blurry it could have been anything. The heartbeat sound continued and words appeared on the screen, fading on from the blur of intimacy: The truth is, though I seem confident on the outside, and I try not to let gossip bother me, deep down I'm as insecure as anyone else. Those words faded out and were replaced with a second block of text: I'm just a scared little girl in a woman's body. I know I've made mistakes in my life, but you proved to me that I can be loved fully and unconditionally... Those words faded and then we saw: I swear you'll always be the happiest man on earth if I can help it... And then the blur cleared and we saw Charlotte on the screen going down on her enraptured lover. The shot was from behind her, at an angle once again, looking from over her left side, at the back of her head, bobbing and swirling up and down on him while he looked beautifully drunk, ecstatically happy, and desperately in love in front of her. His hands were spread out palms up on the bed on each side of him, as though he were surrendering, giving up trying to figure out how he could have gotten so lucky. And still you couldn't see anything more graphic than sensuous motion and beautiful reaction. A teenaged girl was giving her boyfriend head on the screen, licking, sucking, and slurping on his cock with her hot, slippery little mouth, and somehow it wasn't the slightest bit dirty or obscene. It was actually very pretty to look at. It filled you with desire without burning inside you. It made you want more without making you feel frustrated and manipulated. The Playboys in the attic used to make me feel almost angry when I was younger, feeling cheated, having my own lust used against me with no resolve. But this was different somehow. I can't even explain it, but it was porn that made you feel almost peaceful inside, like everything was right with the universe because those two on screen were lovingly pleasuring one another, and somehow, as strange as it sounds, you felt like you were part of it. Charlotte's lover climaxed and she took it without releasing him. Once again he was wound up with all the energy of a bomb, almost agonizing to look at in the tension of his building climax, and then he suddenly released it all in spasmodic shudders, jerky upward thrusts into her mouth, and a long whimpering sigh that faded into a low sexy growl. The girl whimpered and sighed as he filled her mouth with his adoration. You could see her arm moving up and down as she stroked and milked him, but you never once saw his cock, or her mouth receiving it. Yet somehow that was perfectly okay. It was actually freakin' hypnotic. She bobbed and wiggled and wound her head around and around and up and down and back and forth until he collapsed back into the pillows in complete repose, almost dead-looking he was so relaxed. The heartbeat sound slowed. Her bobbing slowed to a stop and she pulled off of him. The ecstasy subsided into bliss and the boy caressed her face with a loving hand as she laid her cheek down on his tummy, hugging him as though grateful for the blessing of even being in the same room with him. She closed her eyes and swallowed. Then began kissing his tummy. "I don't remember filming this," Charlotte whispered. "When did we film this?" "I don't remember it either," I added. "I do," Steve said. "It was Thursday." "You guys look so totally in love. I wanna cry!" Janine said. I'd forgotten she was even here. And then you saw Charlotte straddle him, leaning over his body, positioning his erection, and then sinking down and sitting upright as his cock eased into her. Once again, it was only motion and reaction, no graphic penetration. You couldn't even see her breasts except for the side of one of them and part of her nipple. But that didn't matter. Her hair hanging down her back, the curve of her waist, the sensuality of his hands running up her body, the arch of her back, the wiggle and swirl of her pelvis on his—that said it all. And the moan she made when he plunged up into the very top of her. Wow! I got chills again. Then she was riding him, and the point of view switched back and forth between shots of him looking up at her face, and her looking down at him on the bed. The camera seemed to move in the same rhythm they were and it almost felt like it was you having sex with them as you watched. There were long, stalling shots of him, lingering on his eyes, his smile, his happy drunken flinching grins as she hit a sweet spot on him now and then. And then the shot would cut to her, her face, her eyes, her mouth open and panting, loving the feel of his size inside her. Then there was a shot of their actual pelvic connection, from Anthony's point of view. You could see Charlotte's kitty peeking up at you from beneath Anthony's lower belly, you could see that she was down on him as far as she could take him, swirling and grinding on him, enjoying him fully, but you still couldn't see any actual privates. It was absolutely delicious in its artistry; the two of them were fucking on screen without showing any more flesh than you'd see on someone walking down a beach in a bathing suit. Then she fell down onto him, crushing her breasts into his chest and kissing him, and you saw the curve of her ass pumping up and down on him, digging him in and out of her with slow swirling bouncing motions. But the real heat of that moment was the kiss. They practically inhaled one another, as though feeding off of each other's very breath. And then Charlotte spoke to him from the depths of her ecstasy. "Oh god! You're killing me, boy. I'm dying inside. It feels so good..." And the tone of her voice further reinforced the sense of participating in their shared ecstasy. When she told him it felt so good, you could almost feel the pleasure of his big hard cock grinding in and out of her. It dripped from her very words. (That line was supposed to be said as part of the script where Fiona and Jen were finally fusing together as one being, but in this new context, it worked perfectly as well. It could not have been more perfect in fact.) There was another reaction shot of me, looking up at her, looking flushed and flustered and intoxicated with pleasure, and Charlotte's grip on my hand tightened once again, almost to desperation. I glanced over at her and saw tears flowing down her cheeks and an almost panicked look of fear and longing in her eyes. Then there was more text, blocks of words fading up from a blur of sensuous ecstasy as Charlotte increased her pace and held his hands, interlacing his fingers with hers as she wiggled and wriggled around upon him, stirring him around inside her sweet tingling ecstasy. You seem to fit me like you were made for me. Everything about you is pleasure. It's all heaven to me. And then: Having you is turning me into what I'm supposed to be in this world. I didn't know what that was, and I was crazy scared about it most of the time. I still don't know exactly, but I know you're mine, and that's everything that matters. That faded, and then: I am wrapped up inside you in every possible way; the world is solved like a puzzle in the zero-gravity of being alone with you at the center of the universe. You are the center of me, and all around me at the same time. I am complete. Now Charlotte was weeping openly, not even trying to hide it. I heard quiet sobs coming from her and she pulled my hand to her cheek to hug it to herself. I felt the wetness of her tears on the back of my hand, and the heat of her face. I looked over and saw once again that she, with the tears in her eyes of an utterly shattered heart, was the most beautiful girl on the face of the earth. She could barely see straight anymore, but she continued to watch, as did we all. The scene faded up from the blur of spiraling ecstasy in the background as Sheila cycled through every shot she had of us fucking one another in every possible position, all in rapid, out-of-focus succession, until the spinning sensation stalled on a drifting shot of Charlotte and I lying side by side, staring into one another's eyes, looking completely and totally peaceful and happy together, as happy as two human beings could possibly be. And then Charlotte's voice came on again in her final voice-over, a line from the end of the original script: "I guess love is really about finding yourself. Everyone feels so lost and incomplete because they're running around trying to be someone else, trying to be good enough, pretty enough, perfect enough, trying to make someone fall in love with them, just so they're not alone. "But the reason we feel alone to begin with is not because we don't have love. It's because we don't like who we are in this world. We're afraid of ourselves deep down inside. And if we don't like who we are, all the love in the world won't make us feel better. If we're afraid of ourselves, we'll never feel complete, no matter who we have in our lives. "Love won't make you suddenly flawless and perfect, but it'll take away the fear that keeps you from fighting towards it. Love is the path toward perfection, not the destination. You walk it, if you're not afraid, with everyone in your life who cares about every beautiful thing they see inside you. You go all the way to the end with the one person who sees more deeply inside you than anyone else on earth, even you..." I wrote those words, but I barely even remember doing it. It seems like someone else now. The last line in the movie was one Sheila wrote herself. She'd gotten me to read it the day before: "I'm not gonna live forever. I'm gonna die someday. And when I go, I want to know that I mattered to at least one person in this world. That's the whole purpose of my life..." And the movie faded to black with the sound of the heartbeat fading away with the scene, and these parting words on the screen: May you find love that cures all your blindness, and leads you toward the beauty of who you really are. Then Charlotte's voice came on, singing that song again, that happy, sunshiny song, and a few credits rolled, listing the parts each of us played, including Mick and Janine, along with our initials. And then there was silence. The movie was over. The room was quiet for almost a minute as we all thought about what we'd just seen. Finally someone spoke. "Sheila Unger is a goddamn fucking genius!" Steve said. Nobody else could speak. We were all silently weeping, except for Charlotte who was sobbing like a baby. Then she turned to me. Her eyes were closed and her head was down. Her lip was trembling. Her hands as well as she held mine. When she spoke it was as though she could barely get the words out over the need to sob, gasp for breath, and maybe even vomit, all at the same time. "Anthony, please take me back," she said. "I'm sorry for everything. I'll never even look at another man as long as I live if you'll just please say you still love me and you'll take me back. I know I don't deserve you and I know I can never take back what I did. But I know once and for all that it was wrong of me to treat you like that. I'm not confused anymore. And most of all I'm not afraid. The only thing I'm afraid of is you saying no, and knowing I'll have to go the rest of my life with only the memory of being truly loved." Then she slid off the edge of the couch onto her knees in front of me, still holding my hands, still squeezing her eyes shut with her face down, not looking at me. "Please, take me back. I'll do anything. Please take me back. I love you. I'll love you forever. I'll be yours. Everything I am. It's all yours. Forever..." She dropped her face into my lap and wept, begging me please, please, please, over and over again. She was desperate and broken and begging, everything but bowing down to the floor like a slave at her master's feet. I was awestruck. I hadn't even done anything to change her mind. It was all Sheila. I lifted her face to mine and kissed her. I kissed her all over her face and then on her mouth. I held her in my arms and cuddled her, with her cheek against my chest. Then I turned her face up to mine again. "Look at me, Charlotte." She looked at me with her tearful pleading eyes. I looked back into her eyes and said, "I love you. I always have, all through all this mess. If I didn't, it wouldn't have hurt me so badly. But what hurt me most of all, what broke my heart the worst, was you not being you. I swear to god, you don't have to promise me anything except that you'll only ever be you. You're so beautiful, and I want to be part of that. You in love with me makes you even more beautiful. Just promise me you'll always be you." "I'll always be me," she sobbed like a little girl. "I'll always be me, and I'll always be yours. May I be struck dead if I ever make you cry again. Do you still love me, Anthony? Will you give me another chance?" She said my name with such longing, such heartbreaking emotion, that I couldn't have resisted in a million years, even if I'd wanted to. "Of course. Yes, Charlotte. I'm yours. I'll always be yours. Don't ever doubt it as long as you live." There was no church, no minister, no rings, and neither of us said "I do", but it was at that moment that we were married in our hearts. We were joined together more deeply than we'd ever been before, more deeply than most married people even experience. And it did last forever, though it was not without its bumps. If I had to pick the exact moment when our souls were wed, that would be it. The rest is just technicalities. My prayer had been answered. Charlotte was mine again. Thank god for Sheila. She'd poured out her entire soul into that little movie and she'd given me back my Charlotte. We lived happily ever after too. But a whole lot of crap happened to us before we got there. Within a month, practically everyone on earth had seen Charlotte's Movie. ------- Chapter 82: Half Way to Heaven All told, we must have watched that movie at least six times. Each time it was played we saw some new detail we'd missed the last time, a certain look Charlotte gave at a certain point, or a certain hand gesture, a sparkle in my eye. It was wonderful. None of us were getting tired of watching it either, which was odd, considering it was only a few minutes long—five at the most. Somewhere in the replays however, we looked up and saw that Mick and Janine were gone. We hadn't even noticed them leave, but they had apparently wandered down stairs for some beautiful love-making of their own. I leaned over, looked down the basement stairs, and saw Janine sensuously bobbing up and down on Mick's erection. They were on the bed with the lights dimmed. I said as much to the remaining folks upstairs and they giggled, sighed, and grinned. Then we watched it again. Charlotte was clinging to me like a drowning woman clings to a life preserver. She held my arm tight, kissing my shoulder over and over and over again, shaking her head in quiet awe, and then hugging me tightly again. And she kept whispering in my neck, more to herself it seemed, than to me: "I love you so much. I love you so, so much. Oh my god, I love you so much..." It felt so good to hear her say that, especially after the near catastrophe we'd come through in our short little love life together. I turned every once in a while and kissed her on the forehead. And the movie played on. "You notice how the pan slows when the curve of Charlotte's waist dips low, and speeds up when it comes to her hip again?" Steve said, pointing with eager fingers at the screen. I hadn't noticed that, but I nodded. It was a cool effect. "Sheila did that in editing. The original pan was smooth as butter. I swear! Awesome..." "Looks cool though," I said. "Definitely!" "And look at how this shot looking over Anthony's shoulder is lit brighter in the background than the foreground. That's actually Mick standing there. Remember? He stood in for Anthony of a couple of shots one day." "That's Mick!?" Amy said. "It is him!" Charlotte answered. "I remember now." "Sheila tinted his hair a bit, and darkened the whole part of the shot he's in. You can't even tell." Steve was grinning and talking excitedly, like he was reviewing some famous Hollywood director or something. Amy was meanwhile astonished. She'd only found out we were even doing this thing less than 48 hours before. Now here we were in larger-than-life colour. It was honestly astonishing to watch. We were all dazed. Steve was the next to leave. He got up slowly while the credits rolled after a few more views and looked over at Charlotte and I. He seemed happy. "I should get going. Mom's been wondering where I've been all week. Since we're done now, I guess I can go." "Is everything all cleaned up and reset down there?" I asked. "Yup. All the footage is on the hard drive here, and all the system settings have been returned to the way they were. I wrote them all down before we started. I cleaned the Trashcan of all deleted files, and deleted us from all the recently used document lists. Everything's clean. I even moved the cameras back to point in the same directions they were pointing before we started." "That's awesome, Steve. Thanks, man." "You're welcome. It was fun." "So this is the hard drive here? This is everything?" There was a little white object on the coffee table, about the size of a Kraft Dinner box. It apparently contained the hours and hours of footage of Charlotte and I fucking and sucking and licking in every possible way. "Yup. We just plugged one of them in before we started and worked off of it. Then we just popped it out and here it is. Turns out there was a whole cupboard full of 100 gig hard drives. I almost wanted to snitch one for my own computer, but I shouldn't. I'm sure Mr. Lawsen would notice." "Cool." Charlotte was kissing my neck now and I was getting mind-boggling little shivers all over. "I love you so fucking much..." she whispered, not hearing a word Steve said. "Well, I'm gonna go. Don't be a stranger around school." He headed for the door. "Steve," I said. "Yeah?" "There are no other copies? Just the one DVD and the hard drive?" "That's all Sheila made, as far as I know. You'll have to ask her." "Kay. Cool. Thanks man." "Nice to meet you, Amy," Steve said. And then he was gone. Amy was watching the movie again, rewinding and replaying Charlotte's final speech about how love is really about finding yourself. I watched her watching it. She looked entranced, like she was sitting at the feet of some prophet, hearing a message from God or something. Then she'd rewind it again, and play it once more. It was after the third time that I finally noticed she wasn't even really hearing the words. Up on the screen was a shot of me smiling happily at Charlotte, and leaning over to kiss her on the cheek right as Charlotte said "... no matter who we have in our lives..." and the camera panned down Charlotte's curves as my hand slid slowly off her shoulder and down her waist to her hip. "... love won't make you suddenly flawless and perfect but it'll take away your fear..." Amy was watching my hand on screen. Amy was watching my eyes. Amy was watching my smile. She didn't look sad or upset, but she didn't look happy either. She looked like she was seeing something, something I'd missed. It made me curious. "Getting' tired of staring at us yet, Aims?" I asked. She slowly raised her palms to her cheeks and slapped them onto her face as though finally getting something. What though? "Look," she said. "Don't you see that?" "See what?" My hand was caressing Charlotte's chin now. Then the camera did a slow zoom into our faces. "What do you see, Amy?" Charlotte asked. Now she was curious too. She turned away from my neck and looked at the TV. Amy looked at us like we were both blind and crazy. But then her confused look faded and she just stared at us for a moment, sitting there on the couch, almost on top of one another. "What?" Charlotte asked after a moment. "What do you see?" "Nothing," Amy said. "It's just a really nice movie." But there was a tear in her eye all of the sudden. What the hell? "You okay, Aims?" I asked. "I'm alright. You know what? I get it now. It all makes sense." "What!? What do you get?" Charlotte said. "You're confusing me!" "Me too." "Don't worry about it," Amy replied. "Everything's gonna be okay in the end." Funny. That's what Sheila had said. "So why are you crying?" Charlotte asked. "I don't know. The movie's just so beautiful I guess. You guys are beautiful. It all makes sense now." "I've definitely missed something," I said. "Yes you have. But it's alright. I think you were meant to miss it. I think she knew. I think she planned it that way." "She? You mean Sheila? What did she plan?" "Never mind. It's alright, you guys." But she was still crying. Not sobbing or anything, but tears were flowing down her cheeks. She was smiling, nibbling her finger, looking awed, awed at some secret Sheila had planted in the movie that everyone except Charlotte and I could see apparently. "Alright, if you insist. Maybe we'll figure it out later." "Maybe you never will. It's alright though. It was meant to be." "Okay..." Charlotte said, raising an eyebrow and scanning my face to see if I knew what the hell was going on. I didn't. "I'm gonna go upstairs and call my mom. You two probably want some privacy anyway." "What I really want is to watch this movie a few more times," Charlotte said. "I'm feeling like an idiot here, not seeing something that's obvious to you." "Just look at how beautiful you two look. That's all you need to know." "I still don't get it," I said. "But we'll figure it out." Amy sighed, long and happy. She just stared at us for a moment more. Then she smiled. "Sheila is so awesome." Then she disappeared up the stairs. Charlotte and I were alone. "Do you have any idea what she's talking about?" Charlotte asked me. She rewound the movie to the part Amy was watching and we both watched it again. "No clue, Char." "We do look absolutely beautiful though, don't we? This is everything I dreamed it would be, and a thousand times more." "It's amazing how she can say so much without even showing any privates or anything X-rated." "I was amazed! The girl really is a genius." "Absolutely." "But what's this big mystery? Are we just idiots?" "I guess." "We definitely got a reaction out of Mick and Janine, that's for sure." "And Steve apparently." "I'm sure he's rushing home to jerk himself dry of every drop of fluid he's got." "I'm glad he was so cool about everything." "Me too." Then the movie was done once again and it went into stop again. Suddenly Charlotte was lit in the blue light of the DVD player's menu screen. We just stared at one another for the longest time, sometimes smiling, sometimes looking frightened, sometimes sad, but mostly awed. "I still say you look most beautiful in real life, right in front of me," I said. "Very same... me... much... feel... can't even speak though. Sorry." I leaned in a pressed my lips onto hers. Her eyes didn't close, her lips didn't purse. They were just soft, warm, and accepting, and her breath tasted sweet as honeyed flowers. She whimpered this little half-gasp, squeaky little whimper, as though overwhelmed with awe all over again. She still didn't close her eyes, and neither did I. We just pressed our lips together and gazed, tasting one another's breath. They I reached out with my tongue and softly, gently touched the tip of hers. My insides were instantly flooded, awash with every emotion a man can experience in one single moment—fear, desire, gratitude, contentment, hunger, pride, arousal, lust. There were tinges of anger and sadness in there too I think, but they were drowned out in the overall waves of goodness and purity. And we were barely even kissing. I felt the slightest tremble of her tongue against mine, and mine against hers, barely even perceptible, but definitely there. We breathed and gazed, and sat still. Her hands were on mine, mine were on her thighs. Then she slowly pulled away. "When we were dancing on Friday," she said. "I honestly thought it was all over. I've never felt so horrible in all my life. I thought I'd lost that thing you do to me forever. I thought I'd killed it. I was trying so hard to convince myself that everything would be alright, that I could just go back to being wild and free, but it just felt wrong somehow. Guys kept hitting on me and I was trying to decide which one I might wanna get with or whatever, just to get back to the old me, you know? But everything felt wrong inside me." "How do you mean?" "I didn't want to admit it to myself. I didn't want to face the truth, but I eventually figured it out." "What did you figure out?" "I figured it out when I was alone, lying in bed without you after that party. Everyone had gone home and I was trying to congratulate myself on getting back to the old me again, but it was like I was talking to a ghost." "A ghost? What do you mean?" "I was trying to talk to that old Charlotte, the girl I used to be, but she wasn't there anymore. She was gone." "Where?" "I don't know. But I think she's locked outside, on the other side of that big black door." "I remember that big black door." "Me too. And I think that thing with Vincenzo, and the guys at the party here, I think that was just me getting suddenly scared." "Scared?" "I don't know how to explain it. But just imagine waking up one day and discovering that everything you thought you knew about who you were, what you're all about, what you want in life, is all of the sudden suddenly gone, totally and completely gone, and all that's left is this funny little buzzing feeling in your tummy and everything else is blank and dark all around you, and the only thing familiar is this big black door, and that's how you got into this weird scary place. So you open it, just to take a peek, and suddenly everything feels normal again, well, maybe not normal, but at least familiar. So you step through that door again and then you realize that everything that was once familiar and comfortable is suddenly all wrong on the other side of the door as well. So where do you go? Who are you? What makes sense? I had no idea, and I felt like I was going crazy. Every moment I spent without you, I felt lost and scared and unbalanced. And I thought that was a bad thing." "And then?" "And then Jade showed up and it was suddenly like Oh my god! Finally something solid and concrete! Something normal and familiar! Something I can see and hear and touch, Jade and this friend of hers... Looking back now, I can see so clearly what a mistake it was, that I deliberately shut my mind off, ignoring all the screams inside me to stop, to turn back, to run to you and hide in your beautiful little hugs. But I didn't. I just wanted to feel normal again. But normal doesn't exist anymore. And then, after it was done, I thought I'd lost everything. I was half way to heaven and the stairway vanished out from under me." I brushed her tears away with my thumb, and she pressed her cheek into my hand. We paused, thinking in silence. "So basically, if I'm hearing you right, you're saying you did all that stuff because I love you too much and it scares the hell out of you?" "It sounds almost too simple when you put it that way, but the truth may be very close to something like that." "So what do I do? How do I make you not scared anymore?" "There's nothing you can do. I'm always gonna be scared of this. But I know one thing's for sure: I'm leaving the old Charlotte on the other side of that door forever. I'm done with her for good. The fact that you..." And she started crying harder again. Her voice was choked away. She had to swallow a few times before she could continue. "... the fact that you forgive me, that you still love me, that you still look at me that way, and touch me like..." She put her head into my neck again, and cried some more, hugging me. "... I don't know if you'll ever understand how that makes me feel, but all I can do is thank you." "Thank me?" "Yes. Thank you, Anthony. For making me feel like I have a purpose in this world, other than pleasuring cocks." She shivered when she said that. I know she did because she was holding me tight when she said it. "I thought I was getting more and more lost the further I got away from that old Charlotte, but now I think I'm getting closer to the real me. Does that make any sense?" "Yes." "And you made me feel it, Anthony. Every little thing you did. Even the way you danced with me on Friday, when you were obviously ready to die inside. Every little thing you did just confirmed for me more and more that the real me is who I am when I'm with you—that girl you said you believed I could be. I want to be her. And all I can do is thank you so, so much." "You're welcome." "You didn't just tell me, like mom does when I'm feeling down; you showed me. You proved it to me. And that feels more precious to me than anything else on earth. I thought I'd lost that, when I danced with you at the dance, but here it is, still here in my arms. I'm the luckiest little slut on the face of the earth. You still love me, maybe even more than before. I'll never understand how or why. I'll never know how much agony I must have put you through, how much of a heartless bitch I was, but I know that you still love me, and it feels like salvation." "I do love you, Charlotte. I always will." "The most beautiful thing of all, the thing that blows my mind the most, is that you don't even have to say it. Those words coming out of your mouth are almost meaningless compared to the way I feel just thinking about how you look at me, how you touch me. Does that make any sense at all?" "Maybe that's what Amy was seeing in the video, the big mystery. She did say it was about how beautiful we are. Maybe she was just seeing how we can say how much we love each other without even speaking." "Maybe. I don't know. All I know is that tearing myself away from you, even for a moment in the next few days is gonna feel like agony." "I definitely understand that." "And yet I still feel loved. It's totally tripping my mind, but I feel like part of you is here with me in my heart, and always will be. So I can go into another room, or another house, or another city even, and I'm not afraid, because I know you love me, and your love for me is right here in my tummy, no matter where I go. I'm not afraid anymore. And that's why I honestly believe I've left that old, insecure attention whore Charlotte behind for good." "And so the movie comes true. You're not afraid of who you are anymore." Then Charlotte suddenly got serious again. "Do you believe me, Anthony? Do you honestly believe me?" "Believe you about what?" "That I'm done with the old Charlotte forever, that I don't care if I ever even look at another guy again as long as I live, that I'm yours and yours alone, forever?" "I know you feel that way right now, and that's about all that matters." "In a way it doesn't even matter if you believe me, as long as you stick with me and let me prove it to you, week after week, month after month, year after year. I'm yours, everything about me. You own me. You own my pleasure. You own my beauty. You own my every thought. I don't know how else to say it, but I just feel like making you happy for the rest of your life is the very food of my soul." "That's beautiful." "It feels beautiful. It feels peaceful. It feels right. It feels like I've finally discovered who I am." "Well don't get too lost in me," I said. "I kinda really like who you are on your own. I don't wanna be loving just another version of myself." "I'll try my best, but being lost in you is the only place in the universe that feels right. I wish that I could crawl inside your soul and wrap up in you like a blanket, and hide away in you for the rest of my life." "Well, if you feel that way, it probably means that you already are." "Yes," Charlotte said. "You're right. I already am wrapped up inside you. I feel wonderful." Can you read my thoughts, Charlotte? Can you hear the voice of my soul? Charlotte looked up into my face, and then kissed me. "We better grab Amy and go get mom and dad. Their flight arrives in like 90 minutes." "I feel like I haven't seen them in a year," I said, sighing with excitement at seeing Stephanie again. "It's been a long week," Charlotte replied. She got up off the couch, ejected the DVD and gave it to me. "You better take this to your house. I don't trust any of my hiding places around here." "Sure thing." I picked up the hard drive and the DVD and slid them into my backpack by the door. "Amy's finally gonna meet her dad. That's gonna be quite a moment, huh?" "For all of us." "Let's go get her." Amy was crying like a helpless baby on her bed though. As soon as we heard her we rushed to her side and hugged her, both of us. "Oh my god, what's wrong, baby?" Charlotte asked. Amy let out a few more long, heartbreaking sobs, holding onto my forearm with all her strength. "I just said goodbye to my momma. I just said goodbye. 'Goodbye, momma. I love you so much.' Why do I feel like I'm never gonna see her again?" Amy cried some more. And goddammit, I felt like the most miserably selfish bastard alive, but at that moment all I could think about was my mom, and how she'd cried her eyes out like this the night my father left us many years ago. Suddenly I wanted to hug my mom too. "We're gonna go meet dad now, Aims? Are you excited about meeting dad?" Mom and dad had been fighting. I'd run from the house, jumping over fences and bushes, and kicking over garbage cans as I ran top speed down the lane. And it was somewhere in that wrathful sprint that I'd scraped myself on a fence picket. Sheila found me hugging my legs with a bleeding knee and she'd gotten me a band-aid. When I got home, dad was gone, and mom was sobbing like a helpless little baby. I haven't seen him since. I wanted so badly to give my mom a hug right then. Amy let out one last piteous whimper and then cried out to the universe, from the bottom of her soul, in a shaky little voice. "Please wait 'til I get there, mom. I just wanna hug you one more time." Sometimes God answers prayers. Sometimes he doesn't. ------- Chapter 83: Making it up I phoned my mom a few minutes later. My mom was okay. She was just wondering if I'd be home for supper. I said I'd call and let her know, but probably not. Charlotte said that her parents usually celebrate after a business trip and that there would be food and drinks flowing like a king's banquet. She said this to Amy, but I got the idea that I'd be included as well. Before I hung up I got the strangest urge to tell my mom that I loved her and I missed her, but I couldn't make the words come out of my mouth. I don't know why. All I said was, "See you later, mom," and then goodbye. After I hung up I sat there wanting to call back too, but I didn't. She knew where I was and trusted me to look after myself. That was a nice feeling. Charlotte was acting kind of weird over the next while. I'm not sure why, but she seemed to be all nervous, and at the same time, all giddy and excited. I gather it was the stress of the weekend, added to the idea that Amy wasn't doing well, added to the idea of Amy finally meeting her dad. I guess that can kind of frazzle a girl's nerves. It was weird to watch though, because Charlotte was normally completely poised and unflappable, even when things were getting to her deep down inside. "See ya later, Mickie! Lick ya later, Jeanie!" she giggled. Janine hugged her big, and they exchanged a kiss that had us boys raising our eyebrows. Mick and I bumped fists and they headed out the door. "Just may take you up on that, Char!" Janine said. "Later!" "Don't you just love them!?" Charlotte said after the door closed. "I hope they're together forever." "I just hope I get a chance to see you licking her." I grinned at Charlotte but she looked distracted and far away again. Amy wrinkled her nose at me, but then her gaze faded away into dreamland as well. I'm pretty sure she was trying her best to picture Charlotte going down on Janine. She looked more puzzled than grossed out though. She noticed me watching her, and yanked her knuckle from her mouth. Charlotte grabbed her arm. "Come on, Aims! Let's go change!" Then I realized something else weird. It occurred to me that maybe Charlotte was acting completely normal, still the same girl I'd always known, but now I knew her a lot better, now I could see through her attempted cover-up and pick up on her deep down insecurity about the whole situation. I watched her bouncing around and babbling to Amy about every little thing that popped into her head and the more I watched, the more I became convinced that I was right—I'd finally penetrated Charlotte's mask. She just seemed so worried, but above that she looked like she didn't want anyone to know she was worried, so she talked fast and excited and bounced and giggled a lot. When I'd first met her, I only saw the bouncing and giggling. Now I saw the heart behind it. Charlotte was terrified. The girls were getting dressed. They were in Charlotte's closet helping Amy pick out something to wear. She was down to the last few scraps from her own suitcase and needed something new. The shopping she'd done with Janine hadn't helped either apparently, not for the kind of impression she'd hoped to make on her dad. Amy for her part was completely transparent about her nervousness. Her voice kept getting higher and pitch and louder every time she got worried, and then she'd stop herself and take a couple of deep breaths to calm down again. Charlotte would giggle. "What about this shirt with this skirt?" "Too short!" "This one? This is a cute one!" "No! No skirts! I don't wear skirts! Especially not this kind of skirt!" (Ouch! Charlotte looked like she'd been slapped.) "You should just try it on. It might look sexy on you." I interrupted, hoping to reassure both of them at once. "You should try it, Aims. I'd like to see you in it, even if it's just for a moment." Amy looked at me with an almost shocked expression on her face, as though I'd just walked into a change room and seen her completely naked. "Do it!" Charlotte said. "I wanna see too." "You can't hide behind baggy black clothes forever, girl." "Can too!" she said, pouting defensively. But she took the little skirt off the hanger and shut the closet door on me. I was lying on my tummy on Charlotte's bed, watching them with my chin resting on my thumbs. I heard them whispering back and forth in there and I waited with a smile. "Okay... wow! Yeah..." Charlotte said. "But we gotta fix up your hair and put some makeup on you too." "Makeup!? No!" "Shh! Don't worry. You'll look fantastic." "I don't wanna look fantastic! I wanna look like me!" "You'll look like a fantastic version of you!" Amy whimpered in resignation and Charlotte came running out, closed the door behind her as though hiding a surprise, and grabbed her makeup bag and some hair styling implements. She grinned at me. I rolled over onto my back and just stared at the ceiling, listening to them argue about who and what Amy was. "Okay, hold still... look up, like this... Yeah... I just gotta... there... wow..." "This feels so wrong!" "Wrong!? Why is it wrong to look pretty?" "I feel like one of those sluts my friends hate, those girls who are all about makeup, and hairdos, and short skirts, and screwing whatever boy has a hard on for them. It's just so... not me!" "The more I hear about these friends of yours, the more I feel like they wouldn't like me at all. You just described be to a tee, and it makes me wonder what you must think of me." "Well I know you're not like that. You're with Anthony. You're my sister. Those girls are just, like, so insecure and shallow and stupid!" "I'm insecure and shallow and stupid too," Charlotte said, dead serious. "But you know what? So are your friends. So are you in a way." "What!? As if!" "If you try and tell me you're not insecure, I'll laugh in your face right now. If you were secure you wouldn't worry about wearing make-up and a short skirt for a second. You wouldn't be hiding behind baggy clothes all your life, covering up all your prettiness because your friends think skirts are slutty. And if you weren't shallow, you wouldn't be judging girls you don't even know, just by how they dress. And as for being stupid, well, we're all stupid. We all make mistakes. The best we can do is learn from them and hope the people we hurt still love us when it's over." Amy was quiet for a moment. I sat there staring at the closet door, thanking God once again that Charlotte was mine. She was so cool. "I'm sorry, Char," Amy said. "I didn't mean anything against you. It's just what I'm used to I guess." "If there's one thing I've learned the past couple weeks, it's that we're all still sort of learning as we go, we're all making it up as we go along. Nobody's got it all figured out, and if they act like they do, they're lying. So no worries, sis. We'll just have to make it up as we go together, kay?" After a silence, Amy said, "Don't stick that thing in my eye, bitch. I'll kill you." I laughed out loud. "You look awesome! You shoulda got me to doll you up like this before you went and fucked my boyfriend." "M'eh. He was drunk out of his mind. He wouldn't have noticed." "He'll notice now." Amy didn't reply. "You still sore, by the way?" Charlotte asked. "Kinda. But nah. I don't know." "That's right, you're on the rag. I guess it's hard to tell which ache is which down there." "Thanks for announcing it to the whole world!" "Anthony already knew that." "Still." "How long does you cycle usually last?" "Can we talk about this later?" "Just wondering. If you're gonna fuck my boyfriend again, we should probably plan ahead." "Oh my god! You did not even just say that!" "Well, why not? I'd rather you do him than some other sketchy dude. Why? You don't want to fuck him again?" "How about nobody!?" "Well you say that now, but once all the pain goes away you'll start getting that yummy, hungry, feed-the-kitty feeling again. Then what? Turn around I gotta do your hair now." "Then nothing! I don't know. How am I supposed to know?" "The first thing you gotta do is quit pretending like that feeling doesn't exist. And then you gotta quit trying to convince yourself that it's something dirty and wrong. And then you gotta just enjoy that feeling. Just enjoy it. It's awesome." "Sometimes it is wrong though." "Sometimes, but that's why it's called using your head and not being a stupid little slut. Guys will try to get into your pants, constantly, and they'll lie, cheat, and steal to do it too. Sometimes it'll feel like you're in a bullshit storm and the shit's piling up so fast you need wings to stay above it, but in the end you will be able to pick and choose. Just do it for the right reasons and everything will be fine. You'll probably have an easier time with it than I did." "Why do you say that?" "Because you're smarter than me." And Charlotte giggled. "I'm not smarter than you. I'm just more paranoid." "Maybe, but I don't see you making some of the mistakes I did with guys. Not in a million years." "Maybe they weren't mistakes. Maybe they were just lessons you had to learn." "The difference between a mistake and a lesson is the fact that I have to put up with half the guys in school grabbing at my tits and ass every chance they get, and just expecting me to go ahead and do them whenever they ask, just because I did it the first time. Doing guys like that is a mistake. I used to think that's who I was, but now..." "Now you're Anthony's." "Yes. Exactly." "I wish I had tits like yours though. That would be awesome." "What? These? Ha! I can't believe you said that!" I could just picture Amy blushing. "Well they are! They're so... huge!" "Does your mom have big ones?" "I guess. Kinda." "Then don't worry about it. You'll get there." (She did too. By the time she was fifteen she was filling a C-cup bra rather nicely. Not huge, but very nice handfuls.) "And anyway, it's not how big they are. It's how nice a guy can make them tingle that matters." "Easy for you to say. Your body is like, totally perfect!" Apparently girls notice these things too. "So I've been told." "I'm not a les or anything, but if I was a guy I'd wanna jump you too. Anthony is so lucky. You're all curvy, and round, and firm, and bouncy. I'm just a little rack of bones. Look at me." "How many periods have you even had so far?" "What!? What's that got to do with it?" "How many? Like ten?" "No. More like seven." "Kay. I guarantee you, by the time you hit 20 periods, you'll have just as many curves, and bumps, and bulges in all the right places as I do. This may sound crude, by my dad doesn't have sex with ugly people, and he had sex with your mom, so I'm guessing you've got some very hot genes stored away in your blood, just waiting to come out and say hello. It just takes a while for them to get going." "So you're saying I'm gonna be a full-blown hottie one day, just like you." Amy sounded doubtful. "Look at yourself, silly! Except for a few extra bumps and curves, you already are! And then, when those bumps and curves fill in, guys won't even fuckin' notice me." "I highly doubt that." "Just watch. There'll come a day when you'll be kinda wishing to be a skinny little bone rack again. As much as I like being pretty and curvy and sexy, there are times when certain guys leer at me like I'm just a vagina on two legs; it's creepy and scary, but it doesn't make me not want to be me I guess. You just gotta be happy with who you are, and hope at least one person out there truly appreciates it." "Like Sheila said in the movie." "Yeah, and like mom's been telling me for years too, but I never really got it until I met Anthony." "I know what you mean." "You feel it too, huh? There's something in the way he looks at you. It's scary at first, like he can see right into your very thoughts. You feel completely naked, but then you realize that he's still there, he hasn't run away, and you just feel totally safe." "Something like that, I guess. For me it's like I just feel protected somehow, like he'd never let anyone hurt me in a million years. But I can see what you mean about the thing with his eyes. He's got killer deep eyes." Apparently they'd forgotten I was even there. I liked it just fine that way though. They were so damn girly and pretty and sweet, just standing in the closet, two sisters just being themselves, just talking about girl stuff. I lay there quietly listening to them, wondering if they were even talking about me. It was hard for me to think about myself as anyone but plain old me. It sounded like they were talking about some Hollywood hunk or something. "I remember the very first time I felt like I might fall in love with him. We were in the library at school. He was helping me study and he kept looking at me with that look of his, and I was ready to dive across the table and gobble him up right there, but at the same time I was horribly afraid. I could barely even look at him." (Funny, I'd felt the same way about her.) "And then when he first saw me naked... that clinched it. The way he looked at me, standing there in his bedroom—I just felt absolutely and totally beautiful. Not like with other guys who just looked at me like I was the next hole they would fuck. Anthony made me feel... beautiful. And then! And then when he made love to me... oh my God, Aims! You never felt so beautiful in all your life! It was like a dream: every fear, every worry, every doubt and insecurity, just suddenly... gone. And there was only me and him and the pleasure him moving inside me. Turn your head a bit, Aims. There. Yeah. I gotta do the other side. But anyway, he actually made love to me. It wasn't just fucking, you know? I swear to god I wept like a little bitch in his arms. I was so embarrassed. But not really, you know, because it was him." "He called me a rain cloud when I did him. Can you guess why?" "Tears?" "Yup. But it wasn't just because it hurt like hell. It was because I felt completely and totally safe with him. It was like, everything that's been wrong with the world for so long suddenly went away in this one magic little moment, and it was just me and him, totally naked, doing something beautiful and secret and special. He was drunk out of his mind, but he was still sweet and gentle and loving in his clumsy little way. Well, except for when he rammed it all up inside me all at once. Just WHAM! And he was all the way in. Oh my god! That almost killed me, but I don't think it would have even gotten in any other way. I was trying for like fifteen minutes before he did that. Then suddenly... rip!... and he was in... all the way in. I'm sure you know how that feels. There was blood everywhere. It was crazy. But when it was over I couldn't stop kissing him, for hours and hours, all over his body." I don't remember that part. "Okay. Looks like we're done. Let's see what Anthony thinks." I turned over onto my stomach again and faced the closet. The doors opened wide and Amy stepped out. I was honestly surprised by what I saw, but not in the way I expected. I expected to be blown away by how hot, how fuckable, how suddenly Charlotte-like she was, and for the most part these things were true. She did look hot, sexy, fuckable, with her skirt up near her butt, her legs bare all the way down to a pair of calf-high boots, her tummy exposed, her little chest covered only by a fluffy knitted bra/vest thing. Her hair was up out of her face, and her makeup was sexy without being tawdry. She was definitely a little hottie. But I didn't like it. She smiled. She winked. She twirled and even wiggled her bum at me. I grinned wolfishly, but it was more to spare her sensitive ego than out of lust. You see, she did look hot, and sexy, fuckable even. But she didn't look like Amy. She looked like a shorter, thinner, darker-haired version of Charlotte. And that was just somehow... wrong. "Doesn't she look amazing!?" Charlotte said. "She does," I agreed. "Admit it! You wanna pounce on her right now, don't you?" "Better not!" Amy said, with a warning glare. "Well, I do and I don't." "What do you mean?" Amy said, suddenly self-conscious. She looked at herself in Charlotte's closet mirror. "Well this is the thing: I adore Amy. I think she's awesomely cute, and pretty, and firey, and smart, and cool, and funny, and everything else!" "But... ?" "But this... isn't Amy." I cringed a bit when I said it. "Well, what I mean is, Ron's never met Amy. He's seen a picture of her and it was probably an old one. He's been imagining what she might look like for days now, and I'm sure he'll love her either way, but the real Amy is that girl I saw sitting by herself in that little black outfit with her hair in front of her eyes, half hidden behind a hoody in the airport a few days back." "It took a lot of courage for her to dress up like this though, Anthony," Charlotte said, confused. "I'm not saying it didn't. And I'm not saying it doesn't look hot. I'm just saying, when you first meet your dad, you should look like you, don't you think?" "She looks beautiful though!" Charlotte said, trying to reassure her. "She does! And I'm not saying she shouldn't try this out more often... I don't even know what I'm saying. I guess I just want Amy to look like Amy." I almost said 'and not like a miniature Charlotte' right then, but I stopped myself. That would have crushed Charlotte, and she was already on shaky ground. I was so glad I stopped myself. It was true though. She did look like a miniature Charlotte. That wasn't a bad thing, but it wasn't who Amy was supposed to be. "He's right," Amy said, staring herself down, and suddenly she stripped down to her panties, right in front of my eyes. I'd had sex with her a couple of nights before, but I'd never actually seen her fully naked. Not like that. She was petite and pretty and beautifully unashamed. Charlotte just stood there, looking confused for a moment, holding the clothes Amy handed back to her. I worried about her for a moment, hoping she didn't take it personally. "I just gotta be me," Amy said. "I actually do like the make up, but the clothes and the hair gotta be me." She went to her room and changed. Charlotte meanwhile put her clothes back on the racks and hangers, looking worried. "You okay?" I asked, coming up behind her and giving her a hug. "Of course. I'm just confused. She looked really awesome. I don't get what-" "She looked like you, Charlotte. You turned her into a miniature you. But weren't you just saying a while ago that we all just gotta be ourselves? That look is beautiful on you. I love it. I adore it! But Amy's gotta be herself." "Why do I feel like I've been slapped in the face?" "You haven't, Char. All we're doing is keeping your beauty your own. Amy's got her own beauty." Charlotte thought about it for a moment, briefly looking like she might cry, but then looking up at me as though figuring out something very important. "Wait a second! I get it now. Wait, wait, wait!" "What?" She sat down on the floor looking stunned. Then she looked up at me, half sad, half bewildered. "I really am really very goddamn insecure," she said. "Oh my god, I never realized that before!" "What do you mean?" "I mean, I was trying to turn Amy into a junior version of me so that when daddy grabbed her up and hugged her, I could feel confident that I'm not being replaced or something. I didn't even realize I was doing it, but then when you said she should just be Amy, I suddenly felt terrified." "Why?" "I don't know, Anthony. I don't even know. I still feel it. I just feel terrified." "You're scared your dad might love her more? That's crazy! You know that's not-" "No, it's not that. I don't think it is anyway." "So what is it?" "Maybe it's not even about my dad. Maybe it's not even about Amy." Charlotte looked up at me again. She stopped slowly rocking back and forth. "So what is it then?" I asked. "This is just another way of hanging onto the old me, I think, trying to prove to myself that it's still valid somehow. This is just me being terrified of change and trying to latch onto one last gasp of the person I used to be. This is that Jade/Vincenzo thing all over again, except with clothes instead of sex. I get it now! It all makes sense!" "What makes sense?" Amy said. She appeared behind me in the closet door. Now she looked absolutely beautiful. Now she looked like Amy, only more beautiful than ever. She had black jeans on, except they were a normal size, not huge on her. She had a black lacey long-sleeved blouse. Her hair was down again, but not across her eyes—you could still see her make up, her smile, her emotions. She had little black socks too, but she grabbed up the boots Charlotte had given her and put them back on. "Hope you don't mind. I do like the boots." Charlotte just stared at her once again. "Oh my god! You're so beautiful!" Amy stopped lacing and stared at her, half smiling, half confused. "I get it now!" Charlotte said again. "You're you. I'm me. You're beautiful. I'm beautiful. That's okay. Everything's okay." For a moment there I thought she'd figured out Sheila's secret, she seemed so astonished. Sadly, we didn't figure that one out until much later. Charlotte, at the time, was just figuring herself out. "Okay. I thought we already went over this," Amy said. "It's alright. I'm just sorta thinking out loud. Everything's wonderful!" Amy was done lacing her boots she stood up and turned toward me, seeking approval. "Yes," I said. "You look awesome!" But I think she already knew that, and that was even more awesome. She gave me a hug and walked out of the closet. "I'll be waiting downstairs, guys." I looked over at Charlotte. She still looked amazed. "You okay?" I said. She nodded, grinning up into my eyes. Then she bounced up to her feet, wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. "Thank you, Anthony." "For?" "For talking sense into me once again. I owe you big." "You don't owe me anything. I just-" "She's gone!" "Who? Amy?" "No, Charlotte! She's gone. The black door is gone. The fear is gone! I feel brand new!" "What, just all of the sudden? Just like that?" "Just like that!" Charlotte snapped her fingers beside my ear. Her chest pressed into mine. I began to feel a twitch in my undies. "Well I hope she's not completely gone. I kinda liked that sexy lil' slut, most of the time." "Let's just say, the Charlotte that ran off and fucked Vincenzo just so that she could feel normal again is one hundred percent completely gone, forever. The Charlotte that deeply and dearly loved sucking and fucking your cock for every inch of its worth is alive and well." "That's good," I said. "Very good." Then she kissed me, and there was something different about it this time. She kissed me like she knew she'd be with me for the rest of her life. She was no longer afraid. She no longer hurried. She kissed me tenderly, gently, but more confidently than she ever had before. It felt like our first kiss all over again. It was intense! "So you're mine forever now?" I asked. She nodded, and kissed me again, smiling. Then, as though to reassure my male ego, she leaned forward and whispered into my ear. "And I can't wait to wrap my lips around your cock again, and show you how truly grateful I really am." "Can't wait," I said. "I intend to destroy your mind with pleasure, boy. Mark my words." She suckled at my earlobe, offering a hint of her promise, and I shivered from head to toe. Then she released me, and nodded at me, as though confirming her promise once again. I grinned as we headed out of her bedroom and down to the front door. Amy took Charlotte's arm and offered me her other. "Everything's gonna be okay," she said. "Let's go meet daddy," Charlotte added. And we headed out the door. It was about that time, about 4:15 p.m., that Amy's mom was receiving her very last shot of morphine in a hospital 700 miles away. Her grimace faded. Her strained breathing steadied to a shallow sighing, and she dreamed of holding her little girl in her arms one last time. It was about that time that Charlotte's Movie was being downloaded for the very first time from an internet web server in a city about 8000 miles away. It was downloaded by a kid named Ralph in New Zealand. He was supposed to watch it once and delete it, but he'd downloaded it to the public folder of his file sharing program, and while he watched it over and over for the next 90 minutes, seventeen people downloaded it from him. We lost track of it after that. And we never did find out who had originally uploaded it until after it was all over the world. All we knew for sure was that it wasn't me, Charlotte, or Amy. ------- Chapter 84: Seeing Stars The drive to the airport was quiet. We were in the Lawsens' car, one of them. I was in the front, driving, and Charlotte and Amy were in the back seat. Amy was resting her head on Charlotte's arm, and just staring out the window, watching the city pass by. Charlotte was just staring down at the back of the passenger seat, lost in a world of her own. It was deathly quiet in there, and the luxury car we were driving, with sound-proofed interiors, made it even more so. "Anyone care to hear the radio?" I asked. Neither of them answered, so I left it off. We drove on in silence for a while more. Finally Amy spoke. "So we're going out for dinner straight from the airport?" "Usually. It's like this special family time we have to celebrate new business deals, make up for time away from each other. Mom and dad travel first class so they're not usually too burned out from the flight." "Oh." "Getting' more and more excited, Aims?" "I was just wondering what to say about me and Anthony. Will Anthony get in trouble if they find out what happened?" "Probably not. Mom and dad are pretty easy-going about stuff like that. And they like Anthony. They trust him. They know he wouldn't take advantage of you or hurt you in any way." "Oh. Good." "But if you'd feel better just not saying anything about it, I won't mention it." "I'd just wanna get to know them better first I guess." "Yeah." "So what do I call him? Mr. Lawsen? Father? Dad? Ron? This feels so strange." "Just go with your feelings. Just be Amy." "In this case, I don't know who Amy is. She's never had a dad to have to decide these things. What do you call him?" "I call him dad, daddy, dadsie, sometimes papa. When he's frustrating me, I call him father." "What's he like when he's mad? Is it scary?" "He very rarely gets mad at me or mom. When he's mad about business, it doesn't bother me much. He just gets all quiet and intense. Then mom usually blows him, quiets him down, and he comes back grinning." "Blows him?" "Um, you know... goes down on him, gives him head, performs oral sex, bobs on his knob. It's what women do with their men." "I know. I just didn't expect you to be so casual about it. You talk about it like it's holding hands, or a kiss on the cheek, or something." "You'll find you have a lot of adjusting to do with our family. The things you used to think were all gross and perverted are pretty much a common occurrence around our house. You'll get used to it though." "Doesn't sound like I have much choice." "Just don't judge. That's all," Charlotte explained. "Just because you're not used to it, doesn't mean it's wrong. Sex is a beautiful expression of love. That cliché was never more true than around the Lawsen house. There's nothing sick or dirty about anything they do. They're willing adults, and the only thing dirty about it is the judgementalness some people throw at them." "Judgementalness?" "We had a maid once that took offence to them walking around naked, stopping to grope, cuddle, orally pleasure one another on a passing whim. She reported it to her boss and made a big fuss. She almost got the press involved. She even suggested that I was being sexually abused by being exposed to such behavior. Dad's lawyer is super smart. He had the company on their knees within hours, and the only way they escaped a career-ending lawsuit was by firing the maid in question and making sure she never worked for them again. That was one of the few times I've actually seen mom angry. She never gets mad. She was mad then though, because this crusty old bitch was attacking her motherhood." "Wow," Amy said. "The press did come sniffing around a bit after that, but dad's got friends in the media too, and he makes sure no one ever makes a dime off of any pictures or negative stories about us, so even the freelance reporters don't bother with us. For the most part, as far as the tabloid media is concerned, we don't even exist." "But what if you like, showed up drunk at school or something?" "I'm not allowed to drink outside our four walls until I've graduated from college. It's a deal I have with dad, and so far, except for a glass of wine with Anthony, I've honored it. And if I have been drinking, I'm not allowed to leave the house." "Until you finish college? That could take years." "Booze is no big deal. I don't need it. Even mom and dad rarely touch the stuff. I've only ever seen dad drunk once, and mom holds her liquor like a champion; I've never seen her more than a little giggly. They drink when they do for the flavor of it, for the sensuality of the beverage, not for the alcohol." "Has your mom ever been mad at you?" "She was plenty pissed off when I got my tattoo. I didn't bother to tell her. I just went out and did it on a whim. She doesn't approve of tattoos. She said I might as well have cut my ear off, mutilating my body like that. She said tattoos make a woman look whorish. Kind of ironic for a woman in her line of work, but what can you say? I just think it's pretty." "What does your mom do?" Charlotte stopped, suddenly surprised, caught off guard by the idea that Amy still didn't really know what the Lawsens' do for a living. "Um... I thought you knew." "It has something to do with movies, right? Is she like an actress?" "Yeah, something like that. I guess you could say. I seriously thought you knew!" "I've never seen her in any movies. Is she famous?" "Yes, in a way." "What way?" Amy looked up at me watching her in the rearview mirror. Then she looked back at Charlotte. Charlotte was struck dumb, not knowing how to explain it. Amy kept looking back and forth between us, shaking her head, confused, pouting cutely from behind the last strand of her innocence. "Amy, do you remember those movies you were watching in the Lawsens' bedroom?" I said. Amy nodded, still not putting two and two together. She was a sharp kid, but there were apparently some things a mind didn't want to know. "Well, that's sort of how Mrs. Lawsen is famous. She, um, performs... in those movies." Amy's eyes widened, then widened more, then blinked hard, then her mouth open, then she turned her head as though slapped in super slow motion, then her hand went to her mouth. Charlotte sat silently, watching the realization dawn on her little sister. "So this is why judgementalness is a bad thing around our house," older sister said. "The cameras, the drawers full of porn, the studio..." "All makes sense now?" Charlotte finished for her. Amy just stared out the window some more, dropping her head back onto the seat. "Dad's in them too? He's sleeping with-" "No, no. Dad's like the director, he's the one who puts it all together, kind of like Sheila did with our movie. People call him the Spielberg of porn. He's top quality." "And they make these things right in the house, right in front of you?" "Yeah..." Amy stared some more, still stunned. That invisible slap apparently packed quite a wallop. "And now you've made your own. So I guess it's old news to you by now." "Pretty much." "Well... Whoa... That's..." "Think whatever you want, Aims, but like I said, you gotta get over the idea that it's dirty, wrong, bad, or whatever. It's not. It's beautiful, sexy, fun, thrilling sometimes, and mom and dad love each other more than life itself-" "Wait, wait, wait! Was my mom ever... was that how... ?" You could see the horror on her face. It was almost frightening. "I honestly don't know," Charlotte said. "I'm guessing if she raised you the way she has, probably not. She may have been just a business contact that they got close to at some point. I don't know. You'd have to ask dad." "Sorry you had to find out about this now, Aims," I said. "I know this is all hard enough on you, and here you are about to meet your dad for the first time." "At least now I know the truth. He's seeing the real me. I'm seeing the real him." "He wouldn't have wanted it any other way. I just honestly thought someone had told you at some point." "No..." And we drove on in silence the rest of the way, except now Charlotte was hugging Amy in a warm comforting embrace. I parked the car in the lot and we sat for a moment, finishing our conversation before heading in. "So how do you feel, sis? Are you okay?" "I feel kinda numb actually. The more I think about it, I'm not really surprised at all. I'm just kind of numb." "Think you can get used to the idea though?" "I don't know. I don't really have a choice." "Think of it this way, Aims. This is how I first got used to the idea when Charlotte first told me about it. She's the same girl she was five minutes ago, cool, beautiful, loving, affectionate, encouraging. Except now you just know more about why she's like that. Nothing's changed, except in your own mind." "Still love me, Aims?" Charlotte said, looking a little wet-eyed. "I can't change who I am. All I can do is love mom and dad and thank them for the beautiful life I have. It doesn't make me a worse person. It doesn't make you a worse person. It doesn't even make them worse people. It's just... different." "For my part," I said, "I adore the Lawsens. They're like the most coolest people I've ever met, and the more I got to know them, the more I realized that Charlotte was cool because of them. They created the girl I love." "I know it's gonna take some getting used to, Amy. No one's saying it's normal. But you never met two more loving people in all the-" "It's okay," Amy said, interrupting her. "You don't have to explain. I understand. I just gotta think for a minute." We let her think. Charlotte stared at me in silence. I could see the worry in her eyes, the insecurity. I could see that she needed Amy to accept the Lawsens. I could see that she felt the years of pretending to be confident and secure crashing down around her all over again. She wasn't really so sure it was perfectly fine and acceptable, not in the deepest part of her heart. In the deepest part of her heart, there was a constant battle. I could see it now, clearly as I saw the tear threatening to spill from her eye. I loved her so much I wanted to tackle her with hugs. But I just stared in silence. I understood something else too in that instant: that if Charlotte was this unsure deep down inside, how much more were Ron and Stephanie about their raising of her? That story about the maid must really have affected Stephanie deeply. Charlotte wasn't kidding when she'd said her mom had been mad. When shaky foundations are shaken, dragons awaken. It was also in that moment that I realized I loved Stephanie too, and Ron by association. They really had done a beautiful job by Charlotte. No amount of money could buy their daughter's respect, love, and admiration, yet they had it. Charlotte wasn't some drunken rich brat, stumbling around from club to club, snorting coke and talking trash about her cold and distant workaholic parents. She was loved, and she loved them. I don't think she even knew how much. "Okay," Amy said. "I accept that they do what they do, that they're successful at it. It's not a bad thing, not dirty, nasty, slutty, or whatever. It hasn't harmed you in any serious way. You're a beautiful, smart, sexy person that only a few hours ago I was longing to even come close to in coolness. And Anthony loves you too. And he's not stupid. So I guess everything's okay. I just gotta get used to it." "That's awesome, Aims!" Charlotte said, and flood of tears that I'd barely begun to understand spilled from her joy-filled eyes. "But!" Amy continued. "But?" Charlotte asked. "But I can't promise I won't freak out and run away if someone starts sucking my dad's dick right in front of me. That's just gonna mess with my head and there's nothing I can do about it." Charlotte smiled, content with that. "I'm so used to it, I actually have to stop and imagine how strange that must be for other families where that doesn't happen on a regular basis. I guess that would be really bizarre." "In any case, Aims," I said, "I think Ron and Steph are smart enough to know where you're at and they're not gonna do anything crazy. They're not about shocking people just for the sake of it." Then I changed gears. "I think, if they had anything to prove, anything at all, if I know them like I think they do, I think they'd just want people to understand how beautiful an open and healthy sex life can be, that guilt and shame are the real perversions in our society, and that it's really all about love, and showing love, and expressing love. That's what they're all about, if I know them like I think I do." "Anthony's exactly right," Charlotte said, still weeping openly. "I have to remind myself of that sometimes. Like, when I get to worrying what people would think of us if they knew the whole truth. I have to remind myself that it's a beautiful thing, something I hope to share with Anthony one day, in our home, when we have one. I've had plenty to worry about my entire life, but the one fear that's never even entered my mind for a moment, is that my parents might break up, and our family would fall apart. I don't think you'll ever understand how beautiful that is, how rare and beautiful a gift that is to give a child, the security of knowing that everything's gonna be okay between your parents until the day they die. So let society judge them. They're the best parents on earth as far as I'm concerned." Amy stared at Charlotte. I stared at Amy. They both looked amazingly beautiful. I wanted to kiss them both. I also wanted to kiss Stephanie. My every thought of her was that she was the most wonderful woman alive. I was lucky to even know her. "Whoa! Crap! We gotta get in there!" I said. "5:15 here!" Their flight arrived at 5:20. Charlotte quickly dried her tears and touched up her make up. We got out, locked the car and headed into the terminal. A few moments later we were at the arrival gate, waiting for them to come off the plane. It was like a dream, to be honest. It was all surreal. We saw people begin flowing out of the jet way corridor, but none of them were the Lawsens. Then suddenly there they were, hand in hand, holding a bag each, scanning around for us. Stephanie pointed, then touched her hand to her mouth. I saw her mouth the words "Look, Ron! There she is! Oh my god!" Amy was shaking. I knew she was because she was holding my hand with all her strength. Her palm was sweaty. Her breathing was ragged. I gave her hand a squeeze, glanced over at Charlotte, and then at Amy. They both looked like they would bust out bawling like babies at any moment. The Lawsens came down the escalator and walked toward us. It seemed like it was in slow motion too. I kept blinking hard; it seemed to take 20 minutes for them to get there. Stephanie looked so beautiful it was heart-stopping. Her hair, her make up, her outfit, her shoes, her motions—they were astonishing, they were perfection. I felt like a little boy all over again. Ron too, was an imposing figure of dark, powerful beauty. His eyes seemed like they were searching us rather than simply seeing us. It was like he could see right through us. I shrank again, from feeling like a little boy, to feeling like a tiny little elf, and yet I also felt as big as the entire airport terminal, like I was expanded beyond my being. I could only imagine how Amy felt. Their eyes were on Amy though. They closed the distance between us, and stopped in front of us, looking down at her. Ron stopped, put his bag down, snapped a picture of her that made her smile nervously, and then he got down on one knee and held his arms out to her. She let go of my hand and took his, standing there nervously in front of him, shaking visibly. "Amy," Ron said. "Hello, Mister, um, dad..." I expected a sudden rushing, gushing hug right then, but it didn't happen. They just stood there holding hands. "I'm Stephanie. I guess you saw my picture on the wall." "Yeah." "You look just like your mom," Ron said. "It's amazing. She's like a little Julia Prescott." Prescott. Wow. All that time, I didn't even know Amy's last name. Amy Prescott. "She looks like you too, Ron. Look at her eyes. So beautiful!" Amy smiled shy, blushing hot. Ron got up off his knees, still holding her hands. "Is there anything I can do for you? Anything I can get you? Anything at all." Amy shook her head. She looked bewildered by the notion that she actually had a dad, and here he was, right in front of her. That's when Charlotte stepped up and hugged them both, a massive, crushing, lingering hug that had her swaying back and forth like a flower in a gentle breeze. "I missed you guys so much. What a week it's been." "You two back together yet?" Stephanie asked, as though already knowing the answer. "Anthony is the most wonderful boy on the face of the earth. If I ever leave him it'll be the result of blunt force trauma to the head." "Lord knows you're a handful," Ron said. "He must be exceptional if he's still standing here looking at you like you're a dream come true." That's when he reached out and pulled me under his arm, giving me a half hug and tousling my hair a bit. "I heard about what happened," he continued. "It brought back a lot of memories to say the least. But here you are... and here's Amy. Hi, Amy!" "Um... hi..." Her voice was small and cracked. She stared in awe, nervously though, like she was looking at him without permission or something. "Wanna grab the bags with me, Studly Doright?" Stephanie asked. "They'll be coming out of the conveyor any moment now." "Sure thing." We grabbed one of those rented carts and talked quickly on way. "You gotta fill me in, sweetie," she said. "What's she like? How's she doing? How much does she know? How's Charlotte taking all this?" "Aims is wonderful. We just broke the news to her of what you guys do for a living. She seems to be taking it well. She's a great kid. Very bright. Very observant. Thoughtful." "What about Char?" "Char's a wreck, Steph. Dear god, the poor girl's barely keeping it together. She's pretending to be calm and cool-" "of course..." "But inside you can tell she's going down a white water rapid of inner turmoil, heading for a waterfall of total doom." "You can tell all that, can ya?" "Yup. I'm learning." "I'm impressed. Charlotte hides it so well." "Not really. It's pretty obvious, once you get to know her." "Obvious to you, my dear, because you're a sweetie. You notice these things. You care. You're not caught up in your own shit, thinking about your own dick, like every other guy she's ever met." "I'm just me. I've been worried about her." "You're still her boyfriend. I can assure you that's done more for her than anything anyone else has done for her her entire life. If she seems a little odd, it's because she's probably baffled that someone actually loves the real her, the real Charlotte Lawsen, for real, and has proven it. It's a new concept for her, you realize." "Apparently." "You're doing awesome, my boy. Just keep doing what you're doing." "How was the trip?" I asked. "How are you taking all this?" She smiled at me, as though realizing she wasn't surprised that I was actually asking about how she was doing. "The trip was wonderful. We sealed the deal we went down for. We expect our income to increase by $20 million over the next few years. All's well." Stephanie sighed, grabbing the suitcases from the conveyor and placing them on the cart. "As for me, I'm still getting used to all of this as well. I absolutely adore the idea of having another girl around the house, but I know Amy's in for a rough ride over the next while. I'm in an odd position. I want to be a friend, but I'm scared anything I do will be mistaken for me trying to replace her mom." "How's her mom doing?" "Not good, Anth. Not good. Doctors don't think she'll last the week. No matter what they do, it's only a matter of days now. I can't even imagine what that poor girl's going through, what she's facing." "She's holding together just fine so far. Her and Char are getting along great. You'd almost think they were sisters or something." "I'm so glad. She's gonna need all the support she can get." We were heading back toward the other three now, but before we got there Stephanie said one more thing. "Thanks for taking care of everything, Anthony. You're a superstar. Honestly. We owe you huge." "I care about the crazy kid. What can I say?" "No, really. You sell yourself short. Ron and I were talking on the plane. He's seriously impressed with you, kiddo, and that's not something that comes easily. Did you see the hug he gave you? You know what he told me? He said he hasn't worried about Charlotte once this entire week because you were with her." Wow. I was seriously taken aback by that. I got a lump in my throat. The three of them had moved to a bench near where we'd first met Amy so long ago, or so it seemed. Ron and Charlotte were chatting happily. Amy sat quietly, wringing her hands, chewing her lip a bit. "Ah, here they come!" Ron said. "We're going out to Davenforth's. I booked out the balcony for us." "Awesome!" Stephanie said. "You'll love it, Amy! It's on the lake front. There's a beach down there. Best steak and seafood in town. Beautiful!" Amy smiled. Amy nodded. Her eyes were far away. "Which car did you bring?" Ron asked. "Lincoln," Charlotte said. "Lots of room, don't worry." The next thing we knew, we were on our way to Davenforth's. Music was on the radio. Stephanie drove, I sat next to her, and Amy sat in between Ron and Charlotte in the back as Ron rambled on about the scenic passings along the route. Amy smiled almost constantly but still had that far away look in her eye. She wasn't shaking anymore. She just looked exhausted. You could see it in her eyes. Stephanie glanced over at me, smiling. My heart skipped a beat. She even reached over and squeezed my hand, patted my thigh, and then grabbed the steering wheel again to change lanes. The squeeze she'd given my hand seemed to say thanks for taking care of our little girls. You're a superstar. You're welcome, Steph. It was truly nothing at all. "Amy, what's wrong?" I heard Charlotte say suddenly. I looked back, startled. Amy was crying her eyes out, just out of the blue, sobbing hard as though her heart would break. "Amy, sweetie! What's wrong!?" Charlotte seemed terrified. Amy had just all of the sudden started bawling. I was a little scared myself. Somewhere far away, her mother was breathing her last breath, all alone in a hospital bed. Somehow Amy knew. Ron wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tight, whispering to her. Stephanie turned the radio down. "Anything you want, my girl," Ron said. "Just name it and it's yours. Anything." Amy let go of Charlotte's hand and wrapped her arms around Ron for the first time in her entire life. "Daddy, I want to go home. I don't want to eat. I just want to go home. I wanna see my mom before she dies. Can I just go home?" "Turn the car around, Steph," Ron said, and pulled out his cell phone. He punched some numbers on the dial as Stephanie pulled over to the shoulder, scanned for an opening in traffic with tear-filled eyes, and spun the car around to head back to the airport. A voice answered Ron's phone call. "Yeah, Ron Lawsen here. I need the next available flight back to Kelowna, British Columbia, Canada. No, direct if you've got it. No. It has to be tonight. Can we connect in Vancouver?" Then he hugged Amy again and spoke to her. "I'm sorry, my girl. I'm so sorry. I should have thought of that. We'll be back there in a few hours, okay?" "Momma, don't die... momma, don't die..." Amy cried. "We'll be back in a few hours. Please wait for me." "Yes, I'm here," Ron said into the phone. "9:45? No. That's not gonna work. Connect me to Wakefield. We'll charter a jet." Charlotte's eyes were locked onto mine, tears streamed down her face, her lip quivered every time Amy cried out for her mom, and you know what? For a moment I could read her mind. In that moment, she wanted nothing more in heaven and earth than to hug her own mother and cry like a baby in her arms. She sat rigidly still in her seat though, but I could see it in her eyes. No one had ever wanted anything more in their lives, and yet she sat there, rigid as a statue, an arm's length away from her mother, but it might as well have been a thousand miles. "Mommy, I love you... Your little Aky loves you... Don't leave me." Aky was apparently the name she'd called herself as a baby. And we drove on. The journey was a blur. Charlotte stared at me, rigid as a rock, begging the universe to fast forward time so she could hug her mom, her mom who was a mere arm's length away, and not dying. Amy babbled on, crying out her delirious prayers to the universe and finally we got into the airport parking lot again. Ron hung up his phone and announced quietly that he'd booked a private jet back to Kelowna, BC. It would be ready to leave in twenty minutes. He told Stephanie which appointments to cancel, and who to call about which deals were still on, and it was all a blur. I'm not sure how Stephanie remembered it all. "We'll be home in two hours, Amy. Don't worry we'll be home soon." We were getting out of the car to get Ron's carry-on from the trunk when the phone rang in his hand again. "Hello. Ron Lawsen." He slowed his hurried movements toward grabbing the bag from the trunk. He slowed, and gradually got slower. His eyes were locked on Stephanie's. And I got the idea that in that moment, he desperately wanted to hug her too. It was maddening. "When?" was all he said, and we all knew what he was hearing. Amy started screaming at us a few paces away from the car. "Why are you just standing there!? We have to get home! What are you waiting for!?" Ron hung up his phone, looking like every trickle of blood had fled from his face. He looked over at Amy. "No!" she screamed, pointing at him fiercly. "You don't look at me like that! You don't! I know what you're gonna say, and it's not true! I know what you're gonna try to tell me. No! We have to go get on a plane. We have to-" Ron was crying. Amy's agony at the sight of his tears was a horrible hell I hoped I'd never have to see again. It was a twisted, insane, agony. She had the look of a girl being slowly stabbed through the heart with an invisible lance, and was fighting with all her being to resist the wound. "We have a plane to catch and we're gonna go see my mom! We can't stand here by the car all night. We're gonna miss that plane!" And then the lance pierced through and she cried out with the most pitiful scream you've ever heard in your life. It echoed off the walls of the buildings around us. People stopped to stare. Amy crumbled to the ground, falling onto her hands and knees. "No! No! No! Not my momma! No!" So much helpless anger flowed through her, enough power to perhaps destroy a universe, but it was completely useless to change the reality she found herself in. And her angry screams broke all our hearts. "Amy..." Charlotte said, but it was only a whisper. The only thought in my mind was how beautiful the little girl looked, alive and screaming out with everything she had, enraged at the universe, willing it all to end in a terrible sudden merciful bang. A breeze rustled through her hair, but that was it. It was me who went to her, that little soul, lost and abandoned on the deserted shore of cold cruel solitude. The other's were stunned by the power of the moment and didn't seem to know what to do. I went to her and sat down beside her. "I'm all alone," she said. "I don't have anyone at all. Whatever I did, I'm sorry! I don't wanna live anymore. I'm sorry." And then she fainted. I caught her in my arms and sat there holding her face in my lap. "I love you, Amy Prescott," I said. "Everything's gonna be okay." But my words were as useless as her anger. She awoke on a plane, 30,000 feet in the air, in a starlit sky, heading northwest toward home, sleeping in the lap of the father she never knew she had, on the way to her mother's funeral. Charlotte, Stephanie, and I headed home. I dropped them off and they let me take their car home to see my mom. I can honestly say that through it all, I never cried once. The whole thing just seemed like a dream. It still does. I opened my mom's door and saw her lying in her bed with half a glass of wine next to her bottle of depression medication looking so terribly alone as she slept so peacefully, her little feet sticking out of her covers, cold and all alone. I can honestly say I cried like a baby, finally. It all came out right then. I knelt down by the side of her bed, hugged her feet and wept. "I love you so much, mom. I haven't told you lately, but I love you so much." Mom never woke up, but I think she heard me. Her cold little feet warmed up in my hands. I kissed them and covered them and headed back to the Lawsens'. Ron was gone with Amy. The girls needed me. I'd like to be able to tell you that the worst was over, but it wasn't. The death of Amy's mom was merely the first trickle of an avalanche of troubles that nearly buried Charlotte and I completely. But for the time being, mom's feet were covered and warm and I felt much better. ------- Chapter 85: Alive Inside I went to my room and gathered up some clothes. Mom had done my laundry and my clothes were tucked neatly away in their drawers. My bed was made too. I smiled to myself standing there in my bedroom. My bedroom. The walls seemed close. The room seemed small. I looked up at the ceiling. It was a little more than an arm's length above my head. I took at little hop and touched it with my fingertips. This had been my bedroom for over half my life, and I'd never noticed how small it was. My posters made it look even smaller. The whole room had a crowded, cramped feel. I wanted to get out of there. I shoved clothes into a plastic grocery bag and grabbed a paper and pen. I couldn't wait to get over to the Lawsen's house. Everything seemed so small and cramped at home. I wrote a note to my mom at my desk, explaining what had happened and how I was gonna spend just one more night at the Lawsens'. I told her I loved her and that she could call me over there if she needed to. I dropped the note on her night table and gave her one more kiss. Still she never woke. On the way out the back door, walking through the kitchen, I noticed flowers on the kitchen table that I hadn't seen before in the dim light of the window. I flicked on the light and looked. There was a note on a card, written in a man's handwriting: "Thanks for the lovely evening. I can't wait to see you again. —Dave" Dave? Who the hell was Dave? I flicked off the light again and grinned in the dark. Apparently mom had a boyfriend. Suddenly I felt even better. Walking out the door, I didn't feel so much like I was leaving her completely alone. The drive back was peaceful. I drove with the windows down and the radio off, just listening to my thoughts. In the hours since Amy's collapse, I hadn't had much time to think. We got them into the airport, and had to go through security to help Ron get his bags to the private jet. He was carrying Amy. The girls kissed him and he got on the plane. We watched them fly away and went back through the security checkpoint. We did end up going to Davenforth's after all, though none of us ate much. There was just nothing else to do. We didn't want to go home and stare at the four walls. So we decided to go out to and claim the reservations we'd made, though without the planned celebration. We picked at salads and the girls talked about how wonderful Ron had been, and how broken their hearts were for Amy. Then, once again not knowing what else to do, we got up and left. I told them I needed to stop home and get some clothes. Steph told me to just drop them off and take the car. "You're mom won't mind if you spend just one more night with Char? With us?" she said. "I don't think she'll mind. I'll explain what happened. She has your number." And now I was on my way back again. It was dark now. It was a breezy night and the cool air felt good. I drove along in one of the most beautiful cars I'd ever been in, feeling much better than I had all day. I pulled into the Lawsen's drive, locked the car and headed inside. There was a note on the counter telling me to lock the doors and arm the alarm. There was even a security code there. I locked the doors and armed the alarm. The last part of the note instructed me to meet the girls upstairs in Charlotte's room. I went. The upstairs lights were dimmed and I made my way toward the music in Charlotte's room. There on the bed were the two most beautiful women on earth. They were tucked in, apparently sleeping already. It had been a taxing day. I stripped off my clothing and crawled into bed beside Charlotte, wrapping my arms around her and kissing her back. She was completely nude. So was Steph. She woke up and waved me over her, indicating that I should get in between them. So I did. Once there, they both snuggled up to me, one cheek on each of my shoulders, one arm each over my stomach, caressing me gently with their fingertips. Charlotte reached up and pulled a string on her bedpost, and the curtains fell to close us inside the fabric sanctuary of her bed. Then she pressed a button on her headboard and the lights dimmed down to the barest twinkling glow, little more than candle flames in brightness. She turned the music down too until it was a soft, soothing background noise. Then she snuggled up to me, kissing me on the cheek one last time. "I'm so glad you're here, Anthony. I feel so safe," she whispered. "Thank you for everything." Then in my other ear, "Yes. Thank you." "I thought you guys were both asleep," I whispered. "We're very tired. I was dozing a bit, but not quite asleep." "Did you lock the doors?" "Yeah." "Car's in the garage?" "Yeah. Thanks for letting me borrow it. It's beautiful." And the music played on. Charlotte's hands began to slide up and down my body, caressing me all over. It was so completely relaxing I felt like I would drift away. I found myself hard though, from the soft sweet stimulation of her hands, and of course, the feel of four firm, nipple-capped breasts pressed into me, two on each side, not to mention their naked forms stretched out along the length of me, cuddled right up to skin-on-skin. When her fingers brushed my erection, she felt the hardness and went back to wrap her hand around it. She began softly stroking me, with no eagerness or intent, just stroking, slow and soft, as though it were just another part of me she was caressing. Then she took her mom's hand and placed it on my erection as well. Stephanie did the exact same thing, stroking me calmly and sweetly, with no urgency at all. Charlotte's hand meanwhile moved down to caress and fondle my balls. It was beautiful. Then the two of them began kissing me as well, one on each side. There kisses had no urgency either. They lightly dabbed me with their lips, gently and repeatedly, still stroking my privates. "Charlotte and I were just talking about how good it is, just to be alive, just to be breathing, just to be touched, held, caressed. Somehow it feels like every little touch I feel tonight is amplified a thousand times. Your skin feels softer than it ever has. Your muscles feel harder. Your shape feels firmer. Your cock feels harder and more velvety than ever. Everything feels warmer." "Feel down here, mom," Charlotte said. Her fingers were sweetly tickling my scrotum; she'd found a spot on me that was extra smooth. "Right here, feel that? It's like silk." Stephanie's hand found Charlotte's and her fingers found the spot. Charlotte's hand moved up my shaft again and caressed its head. "Everything feels wonderful. It's like magic," she said. "Why does it take someone dying to show us how sweet life is in every little moment? Why do we get so busy, so caught up in our little worlds?" Stephanie kissed me some more as she spoke. "I mean, I just love just being here like this with you guys, just being here, you know?" My arms were underneath them and I slid my hands down their backs and caressed their asses, one in each hand—beautiful! I was getting very aroused by then, and my cock began leaking fluids. But I stayed calm and just let myself enjoy the moment. The girls were right. There was no hurry at all. I just lay there, being fondled and caressed, kissed and cuddled by those two living dolls, and I felt like the luckiest man alive. Charlotte lifted her leg over my lap and pressed her pelvis forward into my leg. I felt heat from her privates, and humidity. She was wet, probably soaked, but she still lingered over every touch, not hurried at all. I felt her grind against my leg a bit and there was wetness on my thigh. Then she dropped her leg down again and sat up to kiss my mouth. It was one of the most beautiful kisses I'd ever experienced. It seemed to last forever. I began to feel like I was floating away after a while. There was no longer a bed, no longer blankets, no longer a house. There were only hands all over me, stroking, caressing, sweetly, ticklishly, massaging me, tantalizing every nerve ending in my body. And there was Charlotte's kiss. Her soft sweet mouth covered my lips. Her tongue slid across mine, slowly circling, massaging my tongue the way her fingertips massaged my scrotum, in slow, exploring circles. Then there was a tongue on my cock as well. Stephanie had moved down to the lower half of me, and while Charlotte kissed me, she began licking and lapping at my shaft and balls. No urgency. Just soft sweet licks, purely for the sake of licking, just because it was a nice experience for both of us. Her tongue slid across me, moved back and went across again at another angle. Her lips were wet and they dropped down here and there too, giving me little love suckles. And Charlotte kissed me, holding my face in her hands and exploring my mouth with hers. I could taste her sweet breath and feel every motion of her soft, wet tongue inside my mouth. Her lips were relaxed. Her tongue was lazily swirling around mine. Everything was soft and sweet. And then my cock went into Stephanie's mouth. She took me in and in a slow, effortless motion slid all the way down to the bottom of me until her lips pressed into the root of me. Her fingers lifted my scrotum and with a deft little motion, she was licking my balls at the same time. Then she slowly pulled off again, sucking sweetly and swirling sensuously on the end of me when she got there, sighing happily as though life was absolutely perfect because she had my cock in her mouth. Charlotte pulled my tongue into her suction and gave it head as well. My hand at the back of her neck was warmed by the blanket of her hair, and the feel of her nipple against my chest sent shivers through my body, and hers. And she suckled on my tongue, and then my lip, still in no hurry to release me from the kiss, still exploring every moment of pleasure she could take from simply kissing me. Her other hand was on my shaft as well and she stroked Stephanie's saliva up and down the length of me while Steph went down on my balls again, tonguing each one in turn and suckling them slowly and sweetly one at a time, for a good five minutes each, while Charlotte stroked my shaft. Then my cock was lost inside some warm slippery suction once again, I felt Steph's sweet slithering tongue pleasuring me and my other hand went to the back of her head, petting her appreciatively as she worshipped me in her mouth. This went on for almost an hour. I just kept kissing Charlotte, feeling her hands sliding all over my body, feeling Steph's mouth on my cock, feeling Steph's hands sliding over all the places Charlotte's weren't. I heard their happy sighing. I smelled their skin. I felt their hair slide across my body when the shifted around to kiss me and suckle me from a new angle. Every little sensation was intensified to the point where I felt like I was floating away, dreamy and dizzy and dying. And for some reason I was crying again. I had tears flowing down my face and I just laid there being adored, being cared for, being loved by these two women, and it felt too wonderful for words. At some point Charlotte and Stephanie switched, and then it was Stephanie kissing me, and Charlotte lovingly sucking and deep-throating my cock. I kissed each woman with everything I had in me, trying to say thank you without words, trying to tell them how much I loved them in my sweetly sucking kiss. Then Charlotte moved up my body from the oral pleasure she'd been giving me, still stroking me with her hand, and slid me inside her, kissing me once again, as she took my cock, sinking down onto it, wrapping herself around it with the full depth of her, sliding me inside her burning hot wetness. The stroking she gave me was beyond words. She wasn't fucking me. She wasn't riding me. She was simply wrapped around me and moving on me like it was some new thing we'd never experienced before. I was inside her and she was hotter than I think I'd ever felt her. She was wet and moving and squeezing me with a strength that I could only describe as... alive. Her pussy was alive and in motion and it felt like concentrated life, focused in a tight sucking wet grip around my cock. She moved up and down on me until she suddenly shivered, squeezed even harder, grew even hotter and poured down a sweet female orgasm onto my balls. It cooled me in the heat of the moment. And Stephanie was suckling my scrotum again at the same time. The wetness washed down over her tongue and she lapped it up. The sweetness enveloped me and Charlotte massaged the hot intensity of her animate sexuality into my erection. I felt an orgasm building, but as was the norm for the night, there was no urgency at all. It built slowly, sweetly, steadily, and when it arrived I just let it out with a gasping little whimper, exploding inside her in sweet silent popping gushes of ecstasy. Charlotte took it without pausing and milked me of it with her inner muscles. As the throbbing and spurting slowed, she slowed as well until I just lay there trembling beneath her. She didn't break the kiss though, not once through the whole fuck. She'd kissed me all through it without stopping, even after she'd milked me dry of ecstasy, and I loved her beyond explanation. Then she pulled herself off of me and lay down beside my trembling form as her mother licked me clean. I felt soft kittenish licks as the cum I'd delivered was cleaned away. My erection never faded for a moment, and after I'd rested over the course of a song or two, Stephanie mounted me as well, sliding herself down onto my cock and giving me a slow, sweet fucking as well, exploring every inch of me in a thousand slippery sweet strokes as I lie there, holding her trembling hands and kissing Charlotte. Steph came on my cock two or three times at least before I finally surrendered to the ecstasy she was painting into me. "It's so beautiful! So beautiful! I've never felt so alive inside. So alive!" I came again and filled her with the remainder of my spurting seed. Charlotte had taken the bulk of it and lie beside me content, kissing and caressing me as I was taken and fucked by another woman. I came again for Stephanie this time, and she milked me dry with some weird muscular massage of her pussy. It was sweet and ticklish and delicious, and it drained me completely by the time it was over. Then she slid off of me, collapsing onto the bed beside me and kissing me all over, just as Charlotte was doing. Charlotte was already asleep though. I was soon to join her. But before I did, I heard her whisper in my ear, almost sounding like she was talking more to herself than to me, "We're alive. We're alive and everything's beautiful. Everything's beautiful." # The phone rang a while later. I don't know how long we'd been asleep. Stephanie got up and answered it. It was Ron. He filled her in on what was happening. They'd gone to the hospital first, and Ron had gone into Julia's room where she lay completely still, looking like she was fast asleep. Amy sat on the floor outside her door, still crying, unable to face the truth. Finally she demanded to go in when they were turning to leave. She went back, went into the room and fell over her mother's body, sobbing helplessly, apologizing for not being there, begging her to come back. She was escorted out of the room a while later by some nurses and a doctor, and they told Ron she went peacefully in her sleep, in no pain, almost smiling. Then they went and checked into a hotel. Amy went to sleep again, and was asleep when he called home. Steph explained that I was there once again to take care of the two of them, and that everything was okay over here. Then I heard Stephanie crying for the first time. It was sad and beautiful, so beautiful. She wept, telling Ron she missed him so badly, needed him, loved him, was grateful for him every day of her life. He said some of the same things back to her and more, and she sat there, nodding, and weeping. Charlotte and I held each other in the darkness while we listened to them talk. Steph was sitting on the end of the bed. I dozed off a bit again while Steph talked to Ron for several more minutes. Suddenly Steph was shaking my foot. "Anthony. Ron wants to talk to you." What? Who? Me? Why? My first thought, for some strange reason, was that he was mad at me for having sex with his wife. I got scared for a moment. I sat up, scooted to the edge of the bed and took the phone. "Hello?" "Anthony," he said. "How are ya?" "I'm okay. Pretty tired. How are you?" "I've been better. Amy's okay. She's sleeping. She told me about how she spent most of the weekend with you, how you took care of her while Charlotte was running wild. Somehow I'm not surprised at all." Oh no! Did he know about what happened between me and Amy? Was he gonna tear a strip off me now? Was I a dead man? "So what's up?" I asked. "I just wanted to say thanks, kiddo, for all the help you've been to Charlotte, Amy, and now to Steph. Steph told me about what happened with Jade and her friend, and I just wanted to tell you how much I respect what you've done, taking Charlotte back again. You didn't have to. Any other guy would have run, and I don't think I would have blamed them. I know how hard it is to be cheated on, to be disrespected. It happened to me before I met Steph and almost messed me up for life. But you took it in stride. You still see beauty in my little girl, all the same things I see. Any other asshole would have kicked her to the curb and laughed as she got run over by a bus, but you believed in her. She's not perfect, I know. She's raised by Steph and I for god's sake. That's gotta mess any kid up. But somehow she turned out so awesome, and sweet, and beautiful, and loving too, and you see all that, and more. She's not perfect, not even close, but you still love her. You gave her another chance when you didn't have to. That makes you gold in my books." "Thanks, Ron, but really, I really do love her. I can't even imagine not having her in my life. All you guys. I-" "I know, man. But I still gotta say it, you know. You're gold. So that's why Steph and I have decided to give you the Mustang." "The what? Sorry? The Mustang?" "Yeah, kiddo. It's yours. Steph will give you the keys tomorrow and we'll have the paperwork and insurance transferred to your name. It costs an arm and a leg to insure, but we'll take care of that for you as long as you own it, okay?" "But... I don't... wow... that red one? Steph's car?" "She loves that car, and I tried to talk her out of it, but she insisted. It's a 1967 Ford Mustang convertible, with a custom built engine and lambskin interiors. It purrs like a lamb too, and rides like a magic carpet. It's worth about $50,000." "But... Holy shit! Are you serious?" "I hope you're as successful as I am one day, Anthony. Then you'll realize that wealth, property, possessions, material assets--they're all just stuff. It's just a lot of stuff I own. I can sell it all, give it away, buy more, and I wouldn't even notice a dent in my bank account. It's all just stuff. But the real treasure in my life, well, you're holding it in your arms over there, both of them, and now there's Amy too, and you've even wormed your way into her heart it seems. But these, my girls, they're the only thing that's worth anything to me in this world, and you're taking care of them, making them happy, and that's something that's beyond value. Do you understand?" "I think so." "So yeah, the car's yours. Don't worry about it. Take good care of it. The important thing is, I know you will. I know I don't even have to tell you. You're a good kid." "Thank you so much. I don't know what to say." "Just take care of my girls. I'll take care of Amy. We'll be back by the end of the week. We've got some arrangements to make out here, Amy's grandfather and I." "Have a good night, then. I'll give you back to Stephanie here. Thanks, Ron." I gave the phone to Stephanie and turned to lie back down beside Charlotte. Her eyes were staring at me expectantly. What did he say? She wanted to know. Why do you look so dazed? "Your parents just gave me a $50,000 car," I whispered. She nodded. Apparently she'd heard. She kissed me again, but now I was almost too dazed to notice. She squealed in delight. "You know what this means?" she said. "I guess I can sell that ugly old truck." "Well, that too, but it means daddy loves you! I'm so happy I could piss myself. He really loves you." "I don't get it," I said. "He loves me?" "I mean, you know he loves me of course, right?" I nodded. Of course. "Well now, he's accepted you as the one I plan to spend the rest of my life with. I told him so at the airport while you and mom were getting the bags. He said he wasn't sure I should be so hasty about things like that, I'm still young and all, but I told him I knew for sure, for sure. Even Amy agreed with me. You're the real deal, baby. Now he's given you the car! Oh my god! He believes me! I love you so much!" And she kissed me again. Steph hung up the phone finally, and crawled back into bed with us. I was having the most beautiful night of my life once again, in bed naked with two absolutely beautiful women, the new owner of a $50,000 Mustang convertible. Sure life wasn't perfect, but it was pretty damn sweet for about five minutes there. The three of us kissed some more, back and forth, one mouth, then the other, until I was getting dizzy again. But then the conversation continued. "So how do you feel, Studly Doright?" Steph asked. "I feel blown away. I don't even know what to say." "Daddy loves him! Daddy really loves him, mom!" "Apparently. I'm pretty close myself. You really are a wonderful boy. I couldn't be happier for my little girl." "I couldn't be happier for me!" Charlotte said. "You guys are talking like it's such a chore being in love with Charlotte, like I'd rather be beaten with rusty shovels or something." "So feeling betrayed, and then dumped, and facing the rest of your life without the girl you love didn't bother you at all then?" Steph asked. "Admit it, Anthony, you were in hell. I know you were. You said so." I guess they had a point there. But still, loving Charlotte, when she loved me back, was heaven. It was nowhere near the ordeal they made it out to be. "Now you have both my babies," Steph said. "Take good care of them." "I will." Stephanie kissed me again, and the conversation seemed to die. Now it was time for settling down to sleep. Charlotte and I had school the next morning, and having missed three days already, we couldn't skip, or even be late. It was already after midnight. "Oh, crap," Stephanie said. "I forgot to take my pill. I'll be right back." And then: "Char do you need yours? Where are they?" Stephanie headed out the door to her bedroom to get her birth control. Charlotte rolled onto her back, thinking. Then she froze still like she'd been struck dead. The color went out of her. She lifted her hand to her mouth as though to stifle a scream. "Oh my god. Oh my fucking god! Oh no!" "What, Char?" I asked, whispering. "What!?" She jumped out of bed, ran to her desk and pulled out a pack of birth control pills. She slapped herself in the face. She spun around in a circle and then she sat down on the bed beside me. "What, Char!? What's wrong?" "Look!" she said, pointing. The package was half full. "What? I don't get it. What's wrong?" "I was supposed to start my period..." she counted quickly on her fingers, doing some math in her head. "... three days ago! I haven't taken these in fuckin' two weeks! Oh my god! I completely fuckin' forgot! Oh my fuckin' god! Oh no!" "Oh my god is right!" I echoed. Then Stephanie was back, brushing her teeth. "Need some water?" "I'm fine, mom. I took 'em earlier." Oh my fuckin' god. I laid there terrified, hoping it didn't show. Steph didn't seem to notice. She got back into bed beside me. "You okay, S.D.? You're shaking." "Just excited about the car," I said, with a phony smile. "Anthony, come on. Let's go brush our teeth, hunnie." I followed her to the bathroom and she locked the door behind us. She immediately snatched open a drawer by the sink and pulled out one of 20 or so home pregnancy tests that were in there. "Mom keeps these around, just in case, for the women that come and go through here. Open it." Charlotte paced back and forth like a caged animal. Her hands were shaking, her eyes all in a mad panic. "Oh my god, Anthony! Oh my fuckin' god!" The most horrible thought of them all never even occurred to me. It was Charlotte that said it first, counting on her fingers again. "One... two... three... four... five... six... seven! oh no." "What? Seven what?" "Guys, Anthony! I've slept with seven guys over the past couple weeks. You, Mick, Trevor, Doug, Vincenzo, and those two at the party, Ricky and Aaron. There was Steve too, but he never actually had sex with me. And Ricky and Aaron came on me, not in me. But still... oh my god!" I had the test open and I gave it to her with trembling hands. It basically looked like a long plastic needle with some sort of flat little cotton swab in the eye of it. It was grey. I still remember it to this day. Charlotte sat down on the toilet, pissing suddenly, and she shoved the stick in the stream, looking down to make sure her aim was right. "But I was supposed to start a few days ago, so that would mean I was actually ovulating two weeks ago. So that eliminates Vincenzo, but you, Trevor, and Mick... here, take this, I can't even look." She shook it off and handed it to me. I took the thing with shaking hands, between two fingertips on the end she'd been holding in her hand. I looked at it. There was nothing there. Just white cotton. Blank. "It's blank. What's supposed to be there?" "It'll show a pink plus sign if it's positive. Do you see anything? Even if it's faint, it's still positive. Is there anything there?" I didn't see anything. "How long does it take?" "It's supposed to be instant. I don't know!" She wiped herself and slid down to the floor, laying on the rug, holding her tummy. "Oh, god! Oh, god! Oh, god! I can't be pregnant. She whispered. Please, no! Not now!" It was still blank. "It looks like we're okay," I said. "It's still blank." "Thank you, God! Oh, thank you, God! I owe you huge for this." My heart quit beating a mile a minute. I began to calm down. "How long after your actually pregnant does it show up on these things?" "It's supposed to show up, like the first day you miss your period. It's top quality, doctor's office kinda stuff." "It's still blank, Charlotte. It's been like two minutes." "Oh, thank god. I can't even imagine what would happen if I got pregnant. What would daddy think? Oh my god!" "Well, there's always abortion, right?" I said, sounding hesitant. I had no idea how she felt about that touchy issue. "Not for me. I took a friend for an abortion once, and I vowed I'd never do it as long as I live. You should have heard her screaming in there. Horrible." "I thought it didn't hurt or anything." "She wasn't screaming because of the pain, Anthony. She was screaming because of what was going on, the whole concept of it, after it was already over. I'll never forget that as long as I live." "So if you were pregnant, you'd keep it?" "I'd have to. I couldn't bare anything else." I learned something new about Charlotte right then, and I was honestly impressed by her courage. Something like that changes your whole life, whether you're wealthy or not. It's no small issue. It's not to be taken lightly. I was calm now. The stick was blank. I looked over at her and smiled. I turned it around and lifted it up to show her. There on the other side of the cotton center was a little pink plus sign. I'd been looking at the wrong goddamn side! Charlotte Lawsen, the beautiful and sexy young girl lying on the floor in front of me, was pregnant. ------- Chapter 86: Breaking It Down "Charlotte," I said, swallowing what felt like twenty or so dry cotton balls. I was pale and weak and feeling light-headed. "Huh?" she asked, snapping out of a daze. "I was looking at the wrong side." "What!?" "It's positive. Look." I showed it to her. She looked. Her lip trembled, and then she rolled away from me, suddenly shaking with silent sobs. She cried hard and long and suddenly Stephanie was knocking on the door. I shoved the pregnancy test back into the box and chucked it into the cupboard under the bathroom sink. "Is she okay?" Steph asked. I was peeking at her through a crack in the door. "It's this whole thing with Amy's mom. It's really getting to her." I was nearly crying myself. The bald faced lie was conveniently disguised. "You both look a wreck. You should come to bed." "I'm just gonna talk to her for a bit more. We'll be along. Don't wait up." "You sure?" "Yeah. We just need to talk some things through." "Kay." She left and I relocked the door. Charlotte was still crying bitterly. "What am I gonna do, Anthony? I'm fucked! Completely fucked. Totally." "We, you mean. We're fucked. You mean we, right?" "I don't even know if it's even yours. It could be fuckin' Trevor Miller's, or Mick's. I'm such a fuckin' idiot!" The idea that it could possibly not even be mine hit me in the gut like a solid, heavy kick, but I was already fairly numb to stress at that point. I just sat there in a daze. "But it could also be mine, right? You had way more sex with me." She turned over and sat up. She put her forearms across her knees and rested her forehead on them. She didn't look up at me. "Okay, listen," she began. "You've now officially gone way beyond anything a boyfriend should be expected to endure. First I cheated on you with Trevor, then with Vincenzo, then with these three more guys at a party. I treated you like trash and dumped you, and you took me back again. That's way more than I deserve. Now I'm fuckin' pregnant and I don't even know if it's yours. How much shit can you be expected to take from me?" "What are you saying, Charlotte?" "I'm saying I already didn't feel like I deserve you, and now this! You need to scrape me off the bottom of your shoe and toss me away once and for all. I'm not worthy of you. Not even a little bit." She broke down again and I sat there and watched the tears trickling down her naked thighs. I was stunned. I was dazed. I was going numb. "So what, you breaking up with me again?" "I never wanna be an arm's length away from you as long as I live. But at the same time I feel like I'm destroying you inside. Everything I do seems to cause you pain." "So you're breaking up with me again? Just tell me. Yes or no." I could hear it coming in her tone of voice, in her sighs, in her sobs. "Don't you understand, Anthony? If it turns out that this baby isn't yours, oh my god! I would sooner die than break your heart like that! Not again! You don't deserve this." "You're talking crazy, Charlotte. There's gigantic chance that this baby is mine, and what then? Then it means that you're part of my life forever, and we better damn well sort out our shit really quick because no kid deserves to be brought up by two parents carrying on like a couple of idiots all the time. Drama, drama, drama. We gotta decide once and for all what's what and stick to it. This is crazy!" "Please don't yell at me. I can't take it, Anthony. I feel bad enough. Please don't be mad at me." "I'm not fuckin' mad at you!" I was mad, terribly mad, but not at her. I was scared too, terrified even. But at the same time, slowly going numb. Uhg! She broke down sobbing again anyway though. My tone of voice was scaring her. I don't think she'd ever even seen me mad, not since that day I fought Trevor in the school hallway. And that reminded me of something. "Charlotte." "What?" "Do you remember that time you were sick at school? You fainted and had to be taken to the nurses office?" "Yes." "Didn't you say that you were sick all that day, that you felt like throwing up?" "Yes. I... I was throwing up. I remember now." "And don't girls throw up when they're already pregnant?" "You mean morning sickness?" "Whatever it's called." "That's not supposed to happen until the woman's been pregnant for a few weeks." "Well hadn't we been having sex for a few weeks before that?" "It all happened so fast. I don't remember how long it was." Charlotte went into the cupboard, took the pregnancy test out and looked at it again. "When's the last time you definitely remember taking your pill?" She thought about it. And as she thought about it, she began ripping up the pregnancy test box into little shreds and dropping them into the toilet. "I remember definitely taking it the first night we had sex, after you brought me home and I told mom all about it. After that I'm not sure." "Well when does this ovulating thing take place? That's when you got pregnant, right?" She thought about it. Now she was ripping up the instruction booklet and adding that to the pile of shredded cardboard in the toilet. "My last period was like two weeks before we did it for the first time. It ended on the Sunday night before we were paired up together for studying and we did it like a week later, right?" "Something like that." "So then the whole week after we first did it would be when I was fertile. Mom always said to be extra careful the week after the week your period ends. I'd already forgotten my pill for like a week by then. I was so fuckin' in the clouds that whole damn week. So that must have been it, sometime in the week after we first did it." "Doesn't the pill last a couple of weeks or something, even if you forget?" "Anthony, I'm pregnant. Obviously it didn't last." "Right. I guess so. But if we're looking at that day you were sick as being when you were already pregnant-" "I don't know, Anthony. That could have just been ordinary sickness. You're not supposed to get morning sickness until like four weeks in or something." "Are you sure? Maybe it was different for you?" "What difference does it make, Anthony?" She sounded like she was getting impatient now too. I didn't hold it against her. She was even more stressed out than I was. "I'm just thinking that the day you got sick was the day after you had sex with Trevor. I remember because that's when we wrote those love letters, and that's when you passed out. That was a Monday. I remember now. You slept with Trevor Sunday afternoon, and Mick Monday night." "So?" "So, if you were already throwing up like the day after you had sex with Trevor, it could mean you were already pregnant before you even slept with him, right?" "Assuming that I was throwing up because of morning sickness." "Just go with me on this, Char. Maybe you were pregnant for a few days already when you slept with Trevor. Maybe it happened the very first time we did it, when we made love in my bed, or any of the times after that, that night when I fed you cherry tomatoes and wrote that petal poem, remember?" "That was the best night of my life." "So if you got pregnant then, it couldn't have been Trevor or Mick. It has to be mine." "That's too soon though, Anthony. It doesn't add up. A girl doesn't ovulate like three or four days after her period stops." "But you could have, couldn't you? It's at least possible. Maybe your cycle is different sometimes." She dropped the last shred of paper into the toilet and picked up the stick again. She stared at it for a moment, looking like she was hoping against hope. "I suppose it's possible. Not likely, but at least possible." "And even if it isn't, I came inside you that night, a few hours after you did Trevor. Not to mention the dozens of times before that. What are the odds that his one load got you pregnant when I came in you more times than we can even count?" "Not good, but it's still possible. Mick too. He was the very next night. And then... Shit! I just remembered. Don't you remember I fucked Doug too, the night after I did Mick?" I swallowed hard again. My hope waned a bit. "He never actually came inside me though. I remember that specifically! He pulled out every time. I mean, it's still possible to get pregnant, even if the guy pulls out, but-" "What about Mick? Did he pull out?" Charlotte thought about it. She'd fucked him on the hood of the car. First on her back, then from behind, then they'd done it on the grass, lying on his jacket. But where had he come when he came? "You know what, Anthony? He didn't actually come inside me either. Don't you remember!? He came on my face the first time—you told him to—and the second time he pulled out and shot it all over my ass. I remember I had to clean it up with that rag from inside the trunk." I didn't remember that part. I must have been in a daze or something. "And the third time, I was the one on top, in the grass, and when he came, I jumped off him and swallowed it." "So it's probably not Mick either." "It's possible. But not likely." "So it's down to me and Trevor, and I pumped about fifty billion more sperm into you than he did." "Oh god, I sound like such a whore." And she giggled. She giggled for the first time in what seemed like so long. I almost wanted to pounce on her and kiss her. "My pretty little cum dumpster." She smacked me in the shoulder, but she was smiling. And such a smile too. Look at her, Anthony. The mother of your baby. She's so beautiful. She was still holding the stick, turning it over and over in her hands, looking at the little plus sign from every possible angle. Then she turned and looked at me. A stray hair spilled down across her eyes, and she blew it up and away from the corner of her mouth. "Still love me, Anthony?" In answer I took the little blue stick from her. "I'm gonna keep this, okay. Because when we're old and grey, and sitting with our grandchildren on our knees, I'll still have this as a souvenir. I'll remember this night for the rest of my life." She stared at me, and then slid over between my legs and snuggled into me. I held her there, curled up in my arms, with her cheek against my chest, my chin on her head, and we rocked back and forth. She was pregnant. She was keeping it. And it was most likely mine. I just held her. She was curled into a little ball in my arms, hugging her knees and rocking with me on the bathroom floor. I still have that little blue stick. "You know, Anthony, I think Sheila knew about this." "Why do you say that?" "Yesterday morning, when we were recording the vocals, she kept calling me baby over and over. 'Let's do another take, baby.' 'One more time, baby.' 'Way to go, child.' I didn't think anything of it at the time, but now..." "Maybe she found your packet of pills when she was looking for those poems." "While we were at the dance!" "She must have found them and put two and two together maybe." "My calendar! In my room! It has all the dates and times of my periods and stuff. I keep it in the drawer by my pills." "It would have been easy enough for her to do the math. She's a smart cookie." "So if she realized what was going on while we were at the dance-" "And then I came home and told her we were broken up." "Then she changed the whole movie, just all of the sudden, for no apparent reason, she overhauled the whole movie, made it all about us..." "She knew you were pregnant, so she changed the whole movie to get us back together." We sat in silence for a moment. My head was spinning. My heart was aching. My body was exhausted. But all that was suddenly irrelevant because I was completely stricken with awe. Then Charlotte spoke again. "Dammit, Sheila Unger. Just when I thought you couldn't be more awesome." She was crying again. "You think that's what Amy saw in the movie?" Charlotte asked me after a few more moments of silence. "Maybe that's it. Maybe she saw what Sheila knew." "If you didn't even know you'd forgotten to take your pills, how much less would Amy know? No. Amy was seeing something else in that movie. I'm sure of it." "But what?" "That we were beautiful. That's how she put it anyway. Whatever that means." "We? No. I was just me. If anyone was beautiful, it was you. You looked absolutely god-like." "I'm not god-like. Sheila just made me look that way." And that was it. That was the last hint Charlotte needed. She figured it out before I did, the thing Amy had seen right away, Charlotte finally figured it out. She just sat there completely stunned all of the sudden, and then she looked at me, with a look of awe and terror in her eyes. Her hand went to her mouth. "What, Charlotte? What?" "Oh my god!" "What's wrong?" "I get it now. It all makes sense." Once again I felt like a complete and utter moron, not able to fathom something that was as plain to everyone else as the nose on my face. Charlotte looked at me, reached up and grabbed my face, and pushed me back against the cupboard doors. "Don't you see, Anthony!? Sheila is completely, totally, and madly in love with you!" She let go of my face, pulled her hands away, and backed up. "How could we have been so blind?" she continued, staring up at the ceiling, pulling at her own hair in two tight fists. "Oh my god, it's so obvious!" "You're crazy! Sheila's not in love with me. We've been friends since we were kids." "That's why, you idiot! That's exactly why she's in love with you! You've been there through everything she's been through. And she's been there for you, ever since you were kids." "I don't believe it. That's crazy!" "Do you still have that DVD?" "The movie? It's in my bag, in my truck out front." "Go get it." Charlotte flushed the toilet and we headed out the door. I tip-toed into Charlotte's room and got my shirt and pants on. (Stephanie was snoring soundly.) I still had the blue stick in my hand. I shoved it in my pocket. Then I went downstairs, disarmed the alarm again and went out to my truck, sprinting across the grass in my bare feet. Moments later we were in the basement loading the DVD into the computer again. "Okay, now watch it again. Only this time, watch it from Sheila's point of view, see what Amy saw..." We watched it again, and suddenly it hit me. It was so obvious. Every camera angle, every quote, every close-up on my face—Sheila had made me look like a god because she apparently worshipped me. I had to see the movie with my own eyes before it finally clicked. This is what Amy had seen, what had almost made her burst out bawling. Sheila was completely, totally, and madly in love with me. Oh my god! And she knows Charlotte is pregnant. Oh no... And she pushed Charlotte and I back together when we'd broken up. Whoa... And she was willing to let go of me once and for all, never knowing what it's like to be my girl and have me love her back, just so that Charlotte and I (and the baby) could be happy. Oh, Sheila... She was willing to sacrifice everything because she wanted me to be happy. "Don't cry, Ant. Everything's gonna be okay in the end. You'll see." "I don't know what to say," I told Charlotte. Charlotte was a wreck, sitting in the chair next to me. I hadn't even noticed until the movie was done and I looked over at her. "How can you possibly claim to love me now?" she said. "When this... this absolute angel is ready to give up her entire world for you, tear her heart out and throw it away forever just to see you happy, and I can't even keep from fucking other guys. How can you ever possibly love me?" She put her head down and released such an anguished cry, a cry so heartbroken I thought my brain would break. It's a good thing we were in a soundproof booth. "Charlotte..." "Don't touch me!" she said. I yanked my hand back like I'd been bitten. "I'm dirty and filthy and evil! I don't ever get to touch you again!" "Charlotte!" But she shoved my hand away and ran back upstairs again, all the way up to her parent's bed. I followed her, but stood in the doorway, not approaching. The music played softly behind Charlotte's door, blocking out the sounds we made. Apparently Charlotte had turned it up a bit. "Charlotte, don't be like that. It's not like that." She lifted her face and looked at me with her puffy red eyes. "It is like that, Anthony. I don't deserve you. I never will. Go. Go be with her. I'm not worthy to lick her boots. I'm nothing. You deserve someone who loves you perfectly. I'm scum. Just go." She wasn't just being dramatic either. She really meant it. The look in her eye was terrifying. She honestly looked like she was going a little insane. She was even gnashing her teeth as she cried. "Listen to me, Charlotte! Even if all that was true, which it isn't, but even if it was, I still love you! I still wanna be with you. I'd still give up everything just to hold your hand. And now we have something else to deal with too. You can't just-" "See! You're just proving me right! You're perfect! She's perfect! She loves you! And I'm a filthy fuckin' little whore. Get away from me! I can't stand to look at you!" "What!? What are you talking about!?" "Don't you see? Every moment you stand in front of me, I feel more and more like human garbage. Please go. I'm letting you go. Go be with her. She deserves you." "So you are breaking up with me again. I thought we were past all this! Goddammit I wish you'd make up your fucking mind!" But she just burst into sobbing once again. "Fine!" I said. "Have your little pity party, you crazy bitch! I can't take this rollercoaster anymore! Holy fuck! I'm going nuts!" (Through it all, Stephanie never stirred once.) I turned and headed down the stairs to leave again, but as I approached the front door Charlotte came barreling down the stairs as fast as she could. "No, no, no, no!" she said. I turned around and saw her rushing toward me looking terrified. "Don't leave me, Anthony! Oh god, don't leave me!" She fell at my feet and hugged me around my leg, sobbing like a baby. What the fuck!? "I love you, I love you, I love you! Please don't leave me! I can't live without you!" Oh my fucking god! What next?! "I'm scum! I don't deserve you! But please don't go. I'll die!" I pulled at my hair. I moaned out loud. My brain was bending, nearly to the point of snapping. "Please! I love you more than life itself. I'll tear out my own eyes for you. Please, just tell me you love me! Just don't leave me." "I can't take this anymore!" Tears were streaming down my face too, but I felt strangely detached. I stood there feeling twisted around and cut in half and outside myself all at the same time, like I was watching my life played out in a movie. When will it all end? How much worse could it get? "Please don't go, baby. Please don't go." Charlotte was racked with sobs, holding onto my leg like a little girl. Suddenly I snapped out of the craziness in my own head and thought of her. The poor thing. As much as I felt like I was going mad, how much worse was it for her? Who was I to even begin to be upset? I got down on my knees in front of her, wrapped my arms around her and just held her. She cried for a good fifteen minutes, not talking, not moving, just crying. And I just held her, thinking, wondering, worrying, staring off into space. I was genuinely scared for her. I had to say something. "Don't go crazy, my girl. Don't go crazy on me. I need you. Just keep it together for a little while longer, okay? Everything's gonna be okay in the end. You'll see. Sheila even said so. She wanted us to be together. And I'm gonna honor that. I love her with all my heart, but only as a dear friend. You have my soul, baby. And now you have my flesh and blood too. Just keep it together for a little while longer. Everything's gonna be just fine. I love you." "I love you too." I picked her up and carried her up to her bed again. I got undressed and got in beside her, holding her some more. "Don't worry, my girl. I'm always gonna be here. I'll never leave you, ever." "Never ever?" "Never." "Thank you," she said, and then she was sleeping. The stress had been too much for her. I lay there for a few minutes more, almost dozing off before suddenly snapping awake again. The DVD! I'd almost forgotten the damn DVD in the computer downstairs. The movie was even paused on the screen. I got up, ran downstairs, and ran the disc out to my truck again, stashing it under the seat just to make sure it wouldn't be accidentally found. Then I went back in the house, armed the alarm again and went to bed, congratulating myself on being so darn clever, so sharp. Little did I know, the movie was already on about 3,500 hard drives by then, from Ralph and his seventeen friends, to people all over the world. And the numbers were growing, literally by the minute. "BEAUTIFUL POETRY SEX THING — YOU HAVE TO WATCH THIS!.MPG" was making its way around the globe, being forwarded, shared, linked to, and copied hundreds of times a minute. Charlotte and I were so caught up in our little drama, we had no idea we were on the verge of changing the world. You think I'm exaggerating. I'm not. That's what Charlotte's Movie did. It changed the world. Somewhere down in Australia, a young girl named Michelle was on the internet looking up how many milligrams of acetaminophen it takes to kill a human being. She had three bottles of pills and a broken heart. But when she found a link to BPST, downloaded it and watched it, she was so deeply moved that she completely changed her mind. And then she was so happy, she told all her friends about it. And her friends told her mom. And her mom went to the press with the story, overjoyed. And the Australian press went mad. "Suicidal teen changes mind after watching teen sex flick." That's how Charlotte's Movie changed the world. Of course I didn't find out any of this for at least another week. In the meantime I had to find a way to somehow unbreak Sheila Unger's heart. ------- Chapter 87: Presumptions It felt weird finally going back to school after being away for six days. I hadn't set foot in the school since Friday night, and I hadn't been in a classroom since Tuesday afternoon the week before. I was greeted warmly enough. Everyone wanted to know how I was doing, and if the rumors were true about Charlotte and I breaking up, and then getting back together again. Were we together or weren't we? What was the latest? After explaining it to five different people I'd developed a standard response: "Yeah, we are back together. We gave our heads a shake and decided to work it out." "Aw! That's so awesome!" "You're such a sweetie!" "I'm so happy for you!" "Right on, man." "Good for you guys. You're a beautiful couple." Finally I got to my locker. "Anthony! How are you!? Are you and Charlotte back together? I heard someone saying-" "Yeah, we are back together. We gave our heads a shake and decided to work it out." "Oh! Good! I'm so happy for you guys!" "Thanks, Justine." "Is she here today? I so have to talk to her about everything." "I think she said she might come in this afternoon. She was pretty sick this morning." "Oh my god! Is she okay?" "Yeah. She just had a rough weekend. Her sister's mom died last night." "She has a sister!?" "Yup. Amy. Didn't you see her at the dance?" "Oh! That little girl with the dark hair! That was her sister?" "Yeah. Her mom died last night." "That's awful!" "Well Charlotte didn't really know her, but she's still pretty shaken up." "I feel so bad for her! First this whole break-up thing, and then a family member dies! Oh my god!" "Well, give her a hug when you see her." "I will." And she hurried away, probably to tell a friend the new gossip. "Anthony!" another girl called out. "How are you? I heard you and Charlotte are back together." And it went on and on until I got to my classroom. To say I had trouble concentrating on class lectures was the understatement of the year. I didn't hear a word that was said the entire day. My mind was completely lost in thoughts of Charlotte, of Amy, of Sheila. Charlotte was pregnant. And though I was almost 100% certain it was mine, doubts still nagged me, heckling from the peanut gallery in my mind. "You're gonna raise Trevor Miller's baby! Have fun wiping up puke and shit for 18 years, knowing it's not even your kid, sucker!" "Shut up, asshole!" I said to the irritating voice in my head. The voice was me though, at least a part of me, and I didn't know how to shut it up. Amy was on the other side of the continent, probably crying her eyes out, in a constant state of agony. Where would she stay? How was she gonna say goodbye to all her friends and the home she grew up in—everything she knows—if she had to move in with the Lawsens? I was so glad Ron was with her. It would be a rough time for her to say the least, but at least she was getting some good one-on-one time with her dad, finally. "Yeah, and she's gonna tell him about how she fucked your big fat cock and he'll castrate you for raping his 13 year old daughter and cheating on Charlotte at the same time! Ha ha! You're doomed, sucker!" "Fuck off, asshole!" And then there was Sheila. What was I gonna do about her? The first thing I have to do is apologize for being so blind. That was the only thing I was sure about. After that, I had no idea. I had to somehow tell her that Charlotte and I were back together after all, and that I loved her dearly, but only as a friend. "Except when you feel like using her for a quick fuck, right Anthony? Hey, maybe you can tell her about how you fucked her mom as well, ask them to hook you up with a threesome. She'd love that!" "Fuck the hell off! Dammit!" The teacher's chalk froze halfway through the letter N he'd been writing on the blackboard. He turned around and looked at me. They all did. Apparently I'd yelled out loud that time. "Anthony, if you're having trouble with the way I teach algebra, perhaps you'd like to take over." He held out the chalk to me, raising his eyebrows. "Sorry. I wasn't talking to you. I don't know where that came from. I'm just a little tired." "For someone who missed an entire week of school, except to arrive at Friday night's dance, you'd think you'd be perfectly rested, hmm?" I didn't reply. The teacher resumed his lesson and I hid my face in my hands. A few minutes later a note dropped onto my desk. WORN OUT FROM ALL THAT HOT MAKE-UP SEX WITH CHARLOTTE? I looked up. Geraldine Meskaleck was grinning at me from the next row over. I smiled at her. I shrugged. She wrote another note and passed it to a friend, who passed it to me. I'M HAPPY FOR YOU GUYS. BUT DAMMIT I WAS HOPING YOU MIGHT GO OUT WITH ME ONCE YOU GOT OVER HER. I wrote a reply: If you be nice to her, she might share. And she answered: SLOPPY SECONDS AIN'T MY STYLE. IF I HAVE YOU I WANT YOU ALL TO MYSELF. I wasn't sure if that was normal and sensible and appealing to me, the idea of one guy/one girl in a normal exclusive relationship. Part of me thought that was the most beautiful thing in the world, and I actually pictured myself with Gerri, walking hand in hand down the hallway, just me and her and no one else. No weirdness, chaos, or hang-ups. But another part of me was a little offended at her selfishness, her ego, her presumption of digging her hooks into me like she owned me. Was that really normal? Maybe it was just what everyone was so used to in our society, the idea of laying claim to another human being just because they'd been inside your vagina. It seemed alien to me, and yet completely normal at the same time. I was confused. Finally I decided I was just a little confused because I'd grown so used to the Lawsen's relationship, the idea of just loving someone for who they are, and being loved back, purely and truly, without feeling like it's diminished or destroyed somehow just because you share your body with someone else once in a while. They had something very special indeed. But was it normal? What is normal? How come a person can love Beethoven and Mozart without feeling like you're cheating on one of them, but you can't love more than one human being? How come you can enjoy a beautiful sunrise and a gorgeous sunset and not feel like you're betraying the other one, but when two beautiful girls come along, you have to choose one or the other? How come a parent can love any number of children, but if they love more than one spouse it's considered a sin, evil betrayal, treachery? Who made these rules and why? It all comes down to religion I suppose, the Ten Commandments and all. But I think all these religions and their jealous gods were written up by some jerk-off who didn't like the idea that his woman was eyeing up another guy with a bigger dick. The real God, I believed, would be jealous of no one. Mankind is so damn presumptuous. I was sitting there thinking about all this, lost in thought, when another note from Gerri dropped on my desk. WELL, KEEP ME IN MIND ANYWAY. IF YOU AND HER SPLIT UP AGAIN I WANNA BE FIRST IN LINE. Geraldine Meskaleck was hot and all, but she was no Charlotte Lawsen. I was actually a little offended by her, positioning herself to devour the carcass of our love, when Charlotte and I had just barely gotten back together again. Speaking of presumption. I wrote back: "Well, it may be a while. Charlotte and I are talking about forever now. No more games." And she wrote back: TOO BAD. I GUESS I'LL HAVE TO GIVE MY CHERRY AWAY TO SOMEONE ELSE. Geraldine Meskaleck was a virgin? Who'd have thought? My eyes widened at her. She nodded, reading the question in my gaze. Then she turned back to her book and the dialog ended. Cherries. Virginity. Blood and pain and burning agony. Sacrifice. I guess that was part of the answer, at least for women anyway. They had to go through a hell of a lot for the man they chose as their first. He'd better be decent enough to earn it. He'd better at least offer her the security of loving her forever, and never leave her worrying that someone else means more to him than she does. I understood that much. And then I thought of Sheila once again, and my heart ached for her. Dammit all! Why did she have to be so beautiful? Why couldn't she be a presumptuous little wench, like Geraldine? I had no problem blowing her off. Now I had to make one of the toughest decisions of my life, and hurt a girl who'd given up everything for me. But I realized that the damage was already done. Sheila already knew she'd lost me. She already knew I'd chosen Charlotte. She'd helped me in fact. She'd faced the truth and let me go. Her heart had already been broken for a while now. "You keep a picture of me in your porn stash?" "A girl can dream can't she?" How could I have been so blind? My love for Charlotte had blinded me. It would probably have been more amazing if I had thought about anything other than those beautiful eyes of Charlotte's, and that body, and those hugs, the dozens and dozens of mind-wrecking orgasms, the joy of being her first love. Sheila had been doomed from the start. And that's why she wept that first time I made love to her in Charlotte's bed. I was confused at the time, but I understood now. I think that was when I'd first broken her heart. Oh, Sheila! Please do yourself a favor and just let me go! And then Sheila's words echoed in my mind again, from Friday afternoon when I'd left Charlotte in bed with Vincenzo and Jade. "Sometimes you gotta love someone for who they are, no matter how much they hurt you, no matter how much they disappoint you when you believe in them, no matter how blind and stupid they are. Sometimes you can't help it no matter how hard you try." Yes, blind and stupid. That was me to a tee. I guess there was no letting go. Once you love someone, you love them forever. It's not wrong. It's just tragic. The class was over. I gathered up my books and left. I phoned Charlotte at lunch, just to say hi. She said she was feeling better, spending time with mom, just laying on the couch watching old movies, and having girl talk and stuff. I was happy for her. "We're gonna have to tell them eventually," I said, after a pause. I didn't have to tell her what I meant. "I know. Every time I think about it, I feel like I'm gonna puke." "I'll be there with you, when you tell them. Don't worry." "I'm not worried about that. I just feel like- Oh, crap. Someone's on the other line. I hope it's not that guy again." "What guy?" "Some guy's been calling every hour or so. Hold on." She clicked over to the other line. I waited. Someone grabbed my butt as they walked by the payphones. It was Janine. She wiggled her fingers at me and winked. "It was him again. Shit!" "Who?" "Some guy. He keeps asking if my parents are home. I told him they're both here- Mom! It was that guy again. No, on the other line. I'm talking to Anthony." "If he calls again, I'm phoning the police," Stephanie hollered from the other room. "Creepy," I said. "I can't wait until dad gets home." "How many times has he called?" "Like three times now." "And he's just asking if your parents are home?" "The first time my mom answered. He asked for Dad. She said he was out of town. She asked what he was calling about, and he said he'd call back later and hung up. The second time, I answered. He asked if my parents were home. I told him they were both home and I'd put my mom on the phone, but he hung up again. Then we realized it was probably the same guy." "And he just called back again?" I was worried now. "Yeah. He asked for my dad, and I said he was in the washroom. He called me a liar and hung up on me. What the fuck!? As if we need this right now." "Did he sound young? Like a kid pulling pranks or something?" "Kinda. Kinda nerdy sounding. Maybe not in high school, but close." "Yeah, well if he calls back, phone the police right away. That's seriously creepy." "We have call display, but it's a number from a payphone. Different payphones too." "Maybe you should call the police right now." "N'ah. Mom's not too worried about it, so I'm not gonna worry either. It's just some jackass with too much time on his hands." I told her to take it easy and enjoy the movies. I told her I'd come see her for a while after I stopped in at Sheila's. She wished me luck with that and I said goodbye. That's when I noticed some graffiti by the payphone next to me. For a good fuck, call Charlotte Lawsen. She swallows everything! And her number was written underneath it. "FUCK!" I scribbled it out and scanned around for more. There was nothing else written but I did notice something else interesting: T.M. was here! 03/14/02 It was the same hand writing as the Charlotte graffiti. T.M.? It could only be one person. And it was last Thursday. Anthony James Mitchell is a fag! Same handwriting. Nice. When do you turn 12, asshole? The personal attack I could shrug off. It was childish and stupid, and everyone in the entire school knew I was a great guy. He'd gotten his ass kicked and he was just lashing back. Fine. Whatever. I couldn't deal with him writing Charlotte's number everywhere though. That had to stop, and right fucking now. "We've got a problem, Mick. Can you back me up in a scrap?" I slammed my lunch tray down onto the table and he grabbed one of my French fries. "You even have to ask?" "It seems a certain T.M. has been writing graffiti about Charlotte and I all over the school, by the phones, in the bathroom stalls, on the back doors. It's everywhere." "T.M.?" "I kicked his ass last week in the hallway. He'd been insulting Charlotte, so I punched him out." "Trevor Miller?" "Yeah. Now he's got shit scribbled all over the school. 'C.L. is a whore', 'A.M. sucks cocks', 'For a good time call... ', that type of shit. It's everywhere." "How do you know it's him?" "The idiot signed his own name, a few feet away, in the same hand writing." "So he's a dead man then. It's a done deal. When?" It felt good to know that Mick was in my corner without question. All I had to do was say who and why and the rest was pretty much assumed. Friends are awesome. "Can I trust you with something else, Mick? I got a real problem." "About what?" "Let's go for a walk." I took my cardboard tray of fries and my drink, Mick grabbed up his book bag, and we walked out onto the football field behind the school. I gave him the whole run-down on Charlotte's pregnancy, and how it's possible that either him or Trevor could be the father. He took it pretty well. He went pale for a moment, but I reminded him that he hadn't even come inside her, so it was most likely mine. "So you're pretty much fucked." "In a way I guess. On the other hand, it means Charlotte is mine forever, and that's nothing to be too upset about." "Her dad gonna string you up by your balls though?" "I don't think so. He gave me a $50,000 car last night." "Which one!? The red one!? Oh my fucking god!" "Yeah. Amazing, huh?" "Holy fuck! You lucky bastard! The hottest chick in school, and now a hot sports car. It doesn't get any better than that." "You'd think so, wouldn't you?" "But now you're gonna have to tell him you knocked up his sixteen-year-old daughter. Ouch!" "Well, I'm trying to just worry about that when it happens. It's not gonna be pretty, but I think they'll understand. They know I'm not gonna screw her over or anything. They know I love her." I ate a French fry, and tossed another one to a seagull that was scampering after us across the field. "So what do you wanna do about Trevor?" "I think we'll hand him a marker, and give him 'til the end of the day to scribble out every single bit of graffiti he wrote. If he hasn't done it, we'll deal with him then." "Sounds reasonable. Maybe more forgiving than he deserves, but you're a good guy, Mitchell." "Thanks. I really wanna kick the shit out of him, but I've already got too much to worry about. I don't need this right now." I released a shaky sigh. The knot in my guts was getting tighter. "I understand, man." The seagull squawked at me for another French fry. Presumptuous little bugger. I dumped the whole box in front of him. I wasn't hungry anyway. "I got another problem, if you can believe that." "There's more?" Mick was smirking at me now. He shook his head and smiled. "Yeah. There's more. It's Sheila." "What's up with Sheila?" He took a football out of his book bag and began spinning it in the air and catching it again. "Well Charlotte and I realized that she's apparently madly in love with me, secretly, but completely in love with me. I'm not sure how to deal with it." Mick laughed and shook his head again. "Just figured that out now, didja? Did you happen to notice there was a forest among all those trees?" "You knew about it?" "You're a bonehead, man. Everyone knows it!" "Everyone who? The whole school?" "No, just everyone who knows you both, you and Sheila." "Charlotte didn't know." "Charlotte's as clued out as you are. It's that giant pecker of yours I think. Seems to have knocked a bit of her brain loose or something." "So you knew Sheila had the hots for me and you didn't say anything? Thanks a lot, man." "What were we supposed to say? We thought you knew. And even if you didn't know, you were so wrapped up in Charlotte." "You and Janine both knew about it?" "Yeah. We were talking about it all last week. Sheila gets this look in her eye when she looks at you. And did you see that fuckin' movie? She adores you! You gotta be blind not to see it." "I guess I'm blind." "So what're you gonna tell her?" "Thanks, I guess. I mean, she completely and totally loves me, Charlotte cheats on me, we break up, and Sheila makes this beautiful movie that gets us back together again. She gives up everything just so Charlotte and I can be happy together. How fuckin' amazing is that?" "Wow." "No shit wow. That's like, wow times ten. We think maybe she knows about the pregnancy though." "That would explain it, I think. Yeah. How'd she figure that out?" "Not sure. She might have found Charlotte's calendar, with her menstrual cycle notes and shit on it, while we were all out at the dance. However she figured it out, it was mighty fuckin' noble of her. She's an angel." I was getting a little choked up again, but I fought it back. I think Mick noticed though. He just looked at me for a bit, then looked away again, not sure what to say. "So you've got two beautiful girls in love with you, the rest of the chicks in school wanna fuck your brains out, and you've got a hot sports car just given to you, just for being an all-around great guy. Life must be pretty rough." "You're an asshole," I said, smiling at him. He had a point though. There was as much good going on for me as there was bad. I was just too focused on the shit. He tossed me the football and we spent the rest of the lunch hour playing catch, while that little grey seagull gobbled up the fries. It's great to have friends. And when we got a few more guys together and confronted Trevor, he blanched, white as a sheet. He tried to deny it of course, but I backed him up against the wall. "Does the phrase 'T.M. was here. 03/14/02 mean anything to you?'" Mick grabbed him by the shirt, and slammed him into the wall, hard too. He grunted and suddenly went even whiter. "There's no dealing with a shitball like this, Anthony. Let's jut fuck him up." "No. He's not an idiot. He knows he did it. And he knows we know he did it. He's gonna clean it up by the end of the day, and if he doesn't, then we fuck him up. And this time he's not gonna walk away." Mick shoved him down the hall and he went stumbling away, rubbing his shoulder. "We know where you live, Miller. We better not see a goddamn speck of graffiti about Anthony or Charlotte in this entire school." Trevor disappeared around the corner. And by the end of the day, the graffiti had disappeared as well. He never got around to cleaning up the ones he'd written at the local mall though, and those were the ones that really caused problems. The afternoon was long and boring. I had Mr. Ericson's Composition class again, and he handed out more essays, walking up and down the aisles and dropping marks onto student's desks, one by one. "Phenomenal job, Mr. Mitchell," he said in his English accent, pointing at another upside down thong bikini he'd drawn in red on my essay: another A. The essay was about miscommunication across generations, and the resultant alienation of youth. Presumptions were everywhere. The day seemed like it would never end, but oddly enough, as soon as I started dreading the conversation I'd have to have with Sheila, time suddenly started flying by. The next thing I knew, the last class was done. "Looks like it's all clear with Trevor," Mick told me, meeting me at my locker. "I checked all the bathrooms, every stall. It's all scribbled out." "Thanks, man. One less thing to worry about." "Need a ride home?" "N'ah. I got my truck." "Didn't bring the Mustang?" "The paperwork isn't done yet. Steph was going get the pink slip switched over today. There's some tax shit they have to sort out too apparently. You can't just give away $50,000 like that." "Who knew?" "Well they wanted to make sure I didn't get stuck with a bill from the IRS. That would really screw me. Their accountant's gonna work something out." We headed for the door. "Let me know how it goes with Sheila, huh?" "I'll give you a call." "Let's hit the drive-in this weekend, you, me, Janine, and Charlotte, and then we'll cruise over to Ranger's Point." "Nice." And he left for his car. I was on my way to Sheila's. I had to tell her what I knew. I had to say sorry. I had to say thank you. I had to ask her why she never told me. I had to ask her what she was gonna do about it. It would be weird being friends with her, feeling like I'm breaking her heart every time I mention Charlotte. Vanessa let me in. "She's downstairs, Ant." "How are you doing?" "Been a little ill myself, but Sheila seems a wreck. What did you guys do all week?" "She's sick?" My face went white as a sheet. Oh my god! Not Sheila too! "She seems more exhausted than anything. All zoned out and not very talkative. Though, I guess she was never really all that talkative. Not to me anyway." "I'll let you know how she's doing." Sheila was in the dark. Heavy curtains were drawn over her windows and there was almost no light in the entire basement. Some light drifted down the basement stairs, but the carpeting on the steps was dark brown, matching the walls, and it didn't reflect very far into the basement. Music was playing, a song called Creep, by Radiohead. To this day I almost die every time I hear that song. I stood there listening to it for a minute, listening with a new understanding of everything this girl had gone through the past few weeks, and every thing she'd done for me. The song played on in the blackness and I just stood there, chilled. Whatever makes you happy... whatever you want... You're so very special... I wish I was special... What the hell am I doing here?... I don't belong here... I moved through the dark, feeling my way around furniture and ceiling posts. The room was cold. For a moment I wondered if she was even down here. All I heard was the song. All I felt was the cold. I found my way to her bedside and sat down. "Nice movie, huh?" she said in the dark. "How'd you know it was me?" "I know your smell." "The movie was incredible. We were all completely blown away." "I'm glad. I worked hard." "You sure did." "How was school?" "M'eh. You know. Trevor Miller's been scribbling graffiti all over the place about me and Charlotte. We had to threaten him with a crippling ass-kicking. He ran through the whole school again and erased every single one of them." "What's his problem?" "I beat him up last week. He was talking trash about Char." "Nice." Silence. Another song came on. I have no idea what it was. "How long have you been sitting down here in the dark, She?" "I don't know. What day is it?" "Monday." "Still?" "Yeah." "It's been Monday forever." "Kinda feels like it." Silence again, except for the siren on the CD player, singing about how she'll "cherish every drop here on her knees" and how she was gonna love the guy forever. Sigh. "You and Char back together again?" "You have to ask?" "I don't wanna presume." "Yeah. As soon as the movie was done, she fell on her knees and begged me to take her back, literally. Almost broke my heart." "And of course you did." "Yeah." "Good. You guys need each other." It was time to get down to the point. I took a deep breath. "Listen, Sheila. Watching that movie made me realize something else. Something I've been too stupid to see this whole time, too caught up in my own mess to realize." "What's that?" "I finally realized how you feel about me." "How do I feel about you, Ant?" "You're in love with me." "You think?" "I just wanted to say I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not seeing it. I'm sorry for taking you for granted. I'm sorry for being too boneheaded to think about you and your feelings." "Charlotte's a beautiful girl." "She is, and I love her with all my heart. And what you did for us, knowing how you feel about me... I don't know how you... I can't even..." "If you love something, set it free, right?" "But you set me free knowing I'd never come back. You said goodbye to me forever, just so I could be happy, me, Charlotte, and the baby." "The what?" "The baby. You know. You saw it on Charlotte's calendar. She's hasn't taken her pill for like two weeks now. She's pregnant. You know. You figured it out." "She's fuckin' pregnant!?" "You didn't know?" "Oh my god! You're fucked now, boy!" "You mean you didn't know!? Tell the truth!" "I had no idea. I swear." "So you just made that video like that, just to make me happy? Just to-" "You thought I knew? You thought I changed it because she's pregnant?" "Well, yeah. We thought you figured it out." "I honestly had no idea, Ant. Congratulations though. Now you really need each other." Oh, Sheila! Words cannot express how bursting with awe and admiration I was for her right then. "So it all works out then. You're back together. You got a baby on the way. You'll live happily ever after. I did a good thing. Why are you crying, Ant?" And she sat up and hugged me. The songs played on. And she just held me, making me feel better in one of the darkest hours of my life. I cried about everything and she held me. At some point during my pity party I realized it should have been the other way around. I should have been holding her. But she sat there in the dark, holding me, letting me cry out the wreck I'd made of my life. She stroked my hair and kissed my shoulder. After a while she spoke in my ear, soft and calm and completely sure. "You're the most beautiful person on earth, Anthony. I've loved you since I was a little girl. You held my hand at my dad's funeral. You took care of me for months when mom was wallowing in her misery, too messed up to even have a conversation with me. You were my only friend. I dreamed of marrying you one day. "But Charlotte came along, and I saw something even more beautiful in your eyes. I saw it every time you looked at her. I saw it every time you touched her. Every time you spoke about her, I heard it in your voice. You're in love, my dear boy, and it's absolutely, completely, and totally gorgeous. You're a miracle to look at in love, so beautiful and pure and true. "But you don't look at me like that. When you look at me, there's deep affection there, there's genuine and pure and true friendship, but it's not love, not like the way you look at your beautiful Charlotte. And when you touch me, it's beautiful, but it's a pat on the head compared to how you touch her. "I said my goodbyes already, Ant. Don't worry about me. I let you go. Go be with her. Make her the happiest girl on earth for the rest of your lives. Raise that baby; love them both as only you can. You'll always have me as a friend, and I'll always have the memory of how you once held my hand as they buried my father in front of me. Everything else is just getting through the day. "But we made something beautiful together, huh? Didn't we, Ant? We captured true love on film. We made it real. It's there forever now. I'll love you guys forever for showing me what real love looks like." And that's all she said. We were silent for a long time, and I sat there thinking about how the real God is jealous of no one. Neither are his angels. ------- Chapter 88: Lost "It's a 1995 Dodge Dakota Sport, 4 x 4." "How many miles on it?" "Around 80. Seventy-nine-five, maybe. It runs fine." "Why you selling?" "I got a new car, for my birthday. My dad gave me this truck before he left. It was parked for like five years before I could even drive it, so it's in new condition still." "Alright. We'll see. Bring it by. I'll kick the tires, take it for a spin, and if it doesn't fall apart on me, I'll give you $2500. Cash. How's that sound?" It was probably a rip off. The thing was only seven years old, and hardly driven, but I didn't care. I had the Mustang now. "Sure. I'll bring it by. Where you located again?" He gave me his address and I scribbled it down. "I can be there in twenty minutes." "Alright. I'll watch for you. We're closed already, but just honk the horn by the gate." "Alright. What's your name, by the way?" "Don. Donald. Donny. Big D. What's your name, kid?" "Anthony Mitchell." "Alright. See you in 20 minutes, Anthony. Don't be late. My wife's got supper on the table already." "Thanks, Don." I closed the yellow pages and hung up the phone. Suddenly I was excited for the first time in days. I almost felt like giggling. But it was nervous giddiness, the kind of nervousness where you just wanna rush everything through and get it done before you change your mind. Next I called Mick. "Can you get your mom's car, man? I need a ride somewhere." "What happened to your truck?" "I'm selling it. That's why I need a ride. I got the Mustang now, so I don't need it anymore. I got a guy who's gonna buy it for $2500." "Awesome. Nice chunk of change for that old bucket." "It's probably worth more, but I don't care. I just need some quick cash." "Planning on fleeing town, are ya?" "No. Not just yet. I have other plans." He covered the phone and said something to his mom. "Well I can get the car. Am I just picking you up at this guy's place?" "Yup." I gave him the address and he met me down there. The guy took it for a spin and was genuinely impressed with it. He even gave me $3000 instead of $2500. I was surprised. I was expecting him to try and shaft me. Maybe $3000 was still less than what the thing was actually worth, but it was $500 more than his first offer. I took it, grinning, and signed it over to him. "Where to now, champ?" "Let's head over to the mall." So we went to the mall with my $3000. I felt like a big shot strutting around with 30 hundred dollar bills in my pocket, but I had plans for the money. I had a future to worry about. I bought Mick a $190 jacket though, just to be a pal, just to say thanks for everything. He actually got all choked up when he tried it on. He'd been wanting it for months, but never had any money to get it. He looked awesome in it too. It was a 3/4 length black leather jacket. The front of it almost looked like tuxedo style. Very cool. I hit a few more stores with my $2810 and got a few more things I needed. By the time we left I had only $1100 left. I was harassed of course by people who wanted to know where a kid like me got so much money from, but I told them I'd just sold my truck to a used car guy. The cash was real enough, not monopoly money or anything, so they took it. "You probably shoulda talked to your parents about this, kid." "What am I, ten years old? I can do what I want with my property, can't I?" The guy shook his head. He was just happy to make a sale. Mick bugged me about it as well, on the way to his car. "You sure about this, Mitchell?" "The jacket looks awesome on you! Quit trying to talk me out of it." "I wasn't talking about the jacket, stupid. You know that." "Well, you're not gonna talk me out of that either, so just drive." "Okay, I'm just saying." We got into the car. But he stopped and looked at me like I was insane again before starting up the car. "You've been under a lot of stress lately, Mitchell. I just wanna make sure you're sure, know what I mean?" "Listen, man, for the past few days my life's spinning out of control, and I'm tryna just hang on and try not to go flying off. I just wanted to finally take charge of something. Make a decision. Take action. Steer my own course instead of just sitting around reacting to everything, know what I mean? I just wanted to do something. I hate feeling like I'm up the creek without a paddle." "That's a pretty expensive paddle." "Yes, it is." "I guess I'm dropping you off at Charlotte's?" "Yup. Thanks, man." "No. Thank you! I'm honestly blown away by this. I don't know how I'm ever gonna thank you." He straightened his sleeve cuffs again, and rolled his shoulders around in the jacket. "No thanks necessary. It's just stuff. The real treasure is being able to make a grown man almost cry like a little bitch. Heh." "Hey! You shut up about that. I had something in my eye." "Riiight..." I wanted to give him a hug, but that's not exactly the manliest thing to do, so I just let the jacket hug him for me. He looked really damn comfortable in it. A moment later, he looked over and punched me in the arm. I guess that was his way of giving me a hug. I liked Sheila's way a lot better, but I appreciated the sentiment nevertheless. When we got to Charlotte's all the lights were out. Apparently no one was home. "You sure she was expecting you?" "I called her from my house, around five, after I left Sheila's. I told her I had to run to the mall and I'd be here by around seven or so. What time is it now?" "Around seven or so." "Maybe she's sleeping or something." "Well get in there and snuggle up with her. Do her once for me." "I will. Thanks for the ride." "Anytime." I got out and headed up the walk. For some reason it felt like the longest walk of my life, though it only took thirty seconds to get from the street to their front door. Every step I took was filled with a hundred rapid fire thoughts, doubts, worries, concerns. But most of all, I was just happy to have finally made a decision. I was also happy to have sort of resolved things with Sheila. Things weren't perfect of course, but I at least felt better that she definitely wanted me to be with Charlotte. We'd hugged like that for a good ten minutes or so, as songs rolled by. Then she kissed me and told me to get going, saying she was finally gonna eat something. That made me feel a lot better. I let Vanessa know that she was alright, but to keep an eye on her. I told her to call me if anything came up. I hugged her too. She looked very tired herself. Then I sorta went into this daydream. I don't even know how I got home from there. I was just blanked out in my stream of thoughts. When I snapped out of it, I was sitting on my bed at home, staring at a poster on my closet door. I blinked, looking around. All was quiet. A few moments later I was flipping through the phonebook, looking up auto dealerships. And now I was walking up Charlotte's walk with what was left of my dad's old truck in my pocket. I got to the front door and rang the bell. There was no answer. Charlotte was expecting me, so I let myself in. The first thing I noticed was the smell of food, delicious food. I realized immediately that I hadn't eaten since those French fries at lunch, and I'd barely eaten them. I was hungry, damn hungry. And whatever was cooking smelled incredible. The second thing I noticed was soft music playing, quiet saxophone and piano music, the kind that was on when I'd first walked in on Charlotte asleep in her bedroom two weeks before, when I wrote her the petal poem. It was beautiful. Charlotte and Stephanie were no where to be seen. The clock in the kitchen said it was four minutes to seven. I was right on time. I saw no food in the kitchen. But the smell was everywhere. So I followed the sound of the music back into the dining area where I saw candles. There were candles lit over a set table that looked like a banquet for royalty—silver platters, crystal champagne glasses, gold-plated utensils, gilded china, red velvet table cloth. And leaning up against the plate at the head of the table was an envelope with my name on it. I walked over and picked it up. It was a card with a cherub on the front, pointing an arrow off into a sunny-looking flower garden. Cupid, I guess, but mostly it just reminded me of a little baby. I think it was meant to. To the king of my heart, my dearest Anthony, Words cannot express how deeply I feel for you for all you've done for me. I tried all day to think of some way to tell you how much you mean to me, and finally I just decided it was a lost cause. Words will never be enough. So I decided to show you what you mean to me instead. The lifetime of pampering and seeing to your every pleasure begins now. Sit. Enjoy the food. Mom and I prepared it ourselves. I'll be down in a few minutes, my love, my life, master of all that I am. Yours forever, Charlotte Wow. I stood there re-reading the thing a couple of times and finally put it down. I sat in the seat at the head of the table and lifted the cover from a platter in front of me: steak, medium rare, exactly the way I'd ordered it when we'd gone out for dinner. She'd remembered. Next to that, vegetables, baked potatoes, salad, gravies and sauces in little silver boats that looked kinda like Aladdin's lamp. There was wine too. Real wine, and it looked absolutely top quality. I really had no idea what quality wine was (I wasn't even sure if it was wine, the label was all in French) but even the bottle looked expensive. I just sat there, burning with hunger, but dazed by the spread, staring into the flickering candle. Then I looked up and saw Charlotte standing at the top of the stairs, over by the railing where we'd hung the WELCOME HOME AMY banner. She looked absolutely angelic. I'm not even sure what it was she was wearing, to be honest with you. It was an evening gown, I know that much. It was white, satiny, and shimmering with sparkles that danced in the light, like the fabric itself was alive. It was sleeveless and came all the way up to her neck, with a little heart shape cut out of the front to accentuate her cleavage. It hugged her curves, hinting at her form without being gratuitously tight. You could just barely make out the tone of her flesh beneath the fabric. It was subtly see-through, but not lewdly so. Her hair was done up as well, gathered in swirls behind her head before falling down her back like a flowing river of gold. Her skin sparkled as well somehow. She was standing up there staring down at me. I was completely gone in the head as soon as I saw her. She was, without the slightest exaggeration, astonishing to behold. We just stared at one another, and she blinked exactly seven times, before letting go of the railing and beginning her descent down the winding stairway. She approached, and as she did I felt the heat in me growing stronger. Then she was right beside me and I literally felt like I was standing in the hot sunshine of a summer day. The heat was inside me though. I think it was desperate hungry passion and awe, such as I'd never felt before. She stood behind the chair next to where I was sitting and just looked at me. Her fragrance was some sort of delicious essence of fruit, flowers, and female arousal that made me feel like a cave man and a god at the exact same time. I wanted to throw her down on the table and take her right then and there, but I also wanted to stand in awe, just staring. Her eyes were so damn beautiful, it almost made me cry. She blinked four more times, and then she spoke. "You're giving me that look again. I love you so much." I didn't reply. I couldn't imagine what I could have possibly said to express how beautiful I thought she was. Beautiful was just a word. She could have made the most enchanting fairytale princesses ever look like toads right then. Then she served me. She lifted the utensils with trembling hands and placed a steak, some potatoes, vegetables, and salad onto my plate. She put gravy on the potato, and butter, and a dash of salt. She put dressing on my salad. She filled my wine glass, and then hers. Then she served herself and sat down. I was still dumbstruck, lost in awe, just staring at her, and she was blushing now. So she reached over and cut my steak for me. I looked down at her tender, girlish hands and watched them move in the golden candle light. She brought a piece to my mouth and fed me from her own hand. It was tender and juicy. It almost melted in my mouth. I ate, still staring at her, tasting the most delicious food I'd ever experienced. Then she brought the wine glass to my mouth and I sipped from it. It was sweet, strong, rich. All I can say is that wine tasted like she smelled—gorgeous. She lifted a cloth napkin, and dabbed a dribble from my mouth. Then she fed me a bite of the potato. Then I stopped her and just held her hands, just staring once again. She kept looking away from me, staring down at the table, over to the corner of the room, and then looking back again. Her eyes were glassy. Her lip trembled a bit. "I don't deserve so much love." The words came out of her in a whisper. She almost sighed them somehow. Her chest rose and fell as she breathed. A stray strand of hair curled down one side of her forehead, almost touching her eyebrow. Her skin looked delicate, soft, glowing. Her lips were full and shining wetly. They were sparkling too. "I honestly don't know what I did to deserve all this, Charlotte, to deserve you. All I've done is not let go of the most beautiful thing in my world right now, and you somehow think that's the most noble and beautiful thing that a man's ever done for his girl. I don't understand it, and I probably never will, but I'm more grateful than any man's ever been." "The fact that you don't even get how wonderful you are, that you love me without the slightest hint of ego makes you even more gorgeous. But we figured it out today, mom and I, what it is that's so wonderful about the way you love me, why it feels so new and scary. I've had a lot of guys say they were falling in love with me in my day, but with you, you love me without the slightest shadow of self-interest. You're not trying to land me. I'm not a mere prize to you, to make you look and feel more awesome about you. You love me because of who I am, whoever that is. I don't even know who that is anymore, but you make me feel safe." "You are safe." She was more safe than ever. "I know I am. And mom knows I am. And dad knows I am. And as she was getting me ready, she said she remembers the day she'd first realized she was gonna be with daddy forever, when she stayed up all night one night, telling him everything she'd ever done, every dirty little secret, and every crazy thought and dream that came into her head, ever since she was little, and he just held her tight, listening, looking at her like she was a golden angel gifted to him from heaven. She was dirty, and flawed, and human, but he made her feel like a precious china doll, like he was lucky to even be near her, that he would die to protect her, and spend the rest of his life worrying about making her the happiest woman on earth. That's when she was lost for good. She knew right then that forever isn't just a word, and that's when she gave him her heart, once and for all, and her soul; everything." "That's kinda how I feel." "Me too. And that's exactly why this is all so perfect." "Is she home? Upstairs or something?" "She had some errands to run. She'll be back in a few hours. You have me all to yourself, my love. But let's eat, shall we? You're gonna need your strength." I shivered. I wondered if my brain could even handle whatever she had in store for me. I was already going into sensory overload. Everything was kinda sparkling and shimmering at that point. I felt like I was sitting inside a beautiful little galaxy of gold and red and white and tan; everywhere I looked, those colors were sparkling. And I felt weightless. But we ate, and drank, and ate some more. We didn't talk much. We just stared and touched and smiled. Then she got up when we were done and carried our plates away to the kitchen. "Wait right there, my dear. I've got to get desert ready." I waited, listening to the music, smelling the smells, sipping the wine, resting my hands upon my belly. She opened cupboards and rustled with plates and utensils. I heard the delicate clatter of desert being served and nothing else, and this was why I was so completely dumbstruck when she returned with a desert tray, now wearing nothing but a silky corset, garter, thigh-high stockings, and lacy little panties—all in the same shimmering white, and all a lot more gratuitously see-through than her dress had been. She was blushing hot pink and trembling like a bride on her wedding night. I just sat there with my mouth open, staring in stupor. And she served me chocolate cheesecake, covered in a sweet strawberry sauce, and crème de menthe ice cream. She even fed it to me because I was too entranced to even lift my arms. I ate from her dainty little spoon, staring at her cleavage thrust up into my view, inviting me forward to claim it. I was apparently its master. Her eyes looked a lot less entranced by me and a lot more lusty. And when she dribbled a bit of ice cream onto my lower lip, she didn't wipe it away with a napkin. She licked it away. And her breath smelled of wine and ice cream and a dozen other sweet girly things. And then she realized I was hard in my pants for her and she took one last nibble of ice cream and set the bowl down. Then she was kneeling down in front of my chair and sliding my pants off of me. My erection thrust out and flopped down against my shirt and she bowed down and gave it a long deliciously lick from the root to its face with her cool slippery tongue. I shivered. Her eyes told me I was her king and she wrapped her sweet reverent mouth around me gave me pleasure. I was already in more ecstasy than I'd ever been in my entire life, but when I looked down and saw the most beautifully angelic princess on earth with my manhood in her mouth, staring at me with absolute joy, I almost lost my mind again. I sat slumped in the chair and let it happen. She suckled and caressed me with her mouth, and fondled me with her hands. She didn't speak. She didn't ask me how I felt or what she could do to make me even happier. She knew I was completely stunned by everything, and she seemed overjoyed that she was able to make me that happy. And her little pink tongue slithered out of her smile and went up and down the length of me. And her eyes made deliciously sucking love to my mind, her big beautiful blue eyes, with lashes that danced with her every blink. And her hair slid against my thighs as she bobbed up and down, slowly, sensuously, worshipfully. And I couldn't take my eyes off of her. And the little galaxy I was in shimmered and sparkled. And now it was pleasuring me with sweetly gyrating suction and a slowly massaging tongue as well. I sat there, convinced it was all a dream. I didn't come. I wasn't meant to come. I was meant to merely be pleasured long and slow and deep. And ten minutes later, she pressed her cleavage against my erection as she rose to give me a kiss. I kissed her with all the quiet passion of a distant storm, the kind you know is coming, with all its power and fury, but still felt calm and just a little anxious while you waited for it. And then I slid off the chair and pushed her to the floor. She yielded to me, letting me take her. A shimmer of lust flashed in her eyes as she dropped onto her back. Her panties came off and she spread for me as I bowed down to indulge my mouth in the flowing female deserts at the apex of her parted thighs. I licked and sucked and kissed and nibbled, I caressed and massaged her with my fingers, all with no intent but her delirious pleasure. And she sounded like she was crying, almost sobbing with heartbreak, but moaning in ecstasy as well. It was the most beautiful sound I'd ever heard a woman make. And I continued, enjoying the candle-lit glow of her pretty little pussy, enjoying the feel and textures of it, her slippery wetness, her pinkness, the tender flesh of her labia pouting at me, swollen with tingling arousal that she could only express in the desperate churning of her entire pelvis against the adoring kiss of my mouth. She clenched hard on my fingers as I probed them in and out of her soaking wetness. She felt soft inside, velvety smooth, luxurious, hot and tight. I pulled my shirt off and kept going. Then my pants came off too, with my underwear, and by the time I crawled up her body to mount her, I was completely naked above her. I kissed her, staring into her eyes as she stared into mine, and I positioned myself at her entrance, pushing forward and popping in. She sucked in breath, cooling the kiss, and then closed her eyes. She was moving in every place now, eagerly wriggling to get more of me inside her. And when I got down to the bottom of her, there were tears flowing down her face, and she wept freely the entire time I made love to her. She was stretched full of me, and I could feel her squeezing me inside with every wet, slippery stroke. Her hands pulled at a draw string and her breasts were freed from the corset. They jiggled freely between us now as we moved together, and her thighs matched their rhythm as her little feet kicked in the air above me. She tasted like strawberries when I kissed her. And her sweet little pussy sucked hard on my every stoke. And her body moved beneath me, matching my every motion with energy that perfectly reciprocated mine. And the lacy little drawstrings that spilled across her bare belly were ribbons with gold edges, and her stockings were smooth as shining wind across my backside. And she loved me. She didn't have to say it. She didn't have to make some beautiful speech, full of promises. She loved me. She was mine forever. And my heart beat, pulsing blood through my body simply so that I could experience her. And my brain thought its thoughts, and my heart felt whatever emotions it could feebly comprehend in the unfathomably deep security of her love, because she was mine forever. Nobody ever feels truly secure in this world, with death, danger, and despair looming around every corner, behind every move we make in this world, and it's all we can do to crawl out from underneath our beds and face this torturous life every single day. But I felt completely and totally safe and secure right there, inside the forever I felt in Charlotte's embrace. And when she climaxed and I felt everything tighten up around me, her arms crushing me in a hug, her face pressing into my neck, her legs gripping me hard between them, and her vagina squeezing me like it meant to pop my head right off my neck, I cried out loud, moaning long and hard into her ear. "Forever, Charlotte. This feeling is yours forever." She shook, not speaking, feeling everything, and she shook some more, perhaps understanding the same things I was, that sometimes the world all lines up in the right way, and you experience the perfection of being alive and in love and completely free—everything that life is supposed to be. And she told me to please come for her. So I did. And we lay there panting and shivering and shaking, half drowned in the overwhelm of the moment, unable to hold still, caressing each other in every place we could touch, and kissing, and touching our cheeks together, and running our hands everywhere. "I have something for you..." I got up, reached into my pocket, still panting, still shaking, and pulled out the gift I'd bought for her. She saw the little velvet box and covered her face with her hands. She'd already been weeping freely, but when she saw the little box I had for her, she broke out sobbing like a little girl. "Charlotte?" "Anthony... Oh my god..." "Look at me. Please look at me." She pulled her hands from her face and squinted at me through hot salty tears like she was trying to stare directly into the sun. "Will you marry me?" She took the box and opened it. A $1700 ring sparkles like stars, I can tell you that right now, especially in candlelight. But there was joy in her eyes that no jewel could ever compete with. If you could have seen it, you would never doubt that there must be a God up there somewhere who honestly delights in making us happy in spite of the mess we've made of things down here. She nodded. I took the ring and put it on her finger. "Where did you... ? How... ?" "Sold my truck. We had to guess at the size. I hope it's alright." "Anthony, I... oh my god... It's so beautiful!" "Now, I've got it all figured out okay. You're gonna have to hide this thing for a few days at least, until your dad gets back. And then I'm gonna ask him for permission. I'm gonna tell him about what's happened, with you being pregnant and all, and I'm gonna ask him if I can marry you. I'm scared to death about it, but just keep this hidden away somewhere for a few more days and we'll face the music then, okay?" And Charlotte said, "Yes, anything you wish, my king, my champion, my lord. Anything you wish, for the rest of my life..." She sat up and hugged me, crying hard, and sorta babbling about how scared she is about everything but how she's never felt so happy in all her life, and that she feels safe with me, and how I deserve so much more than she could ever give me. And that's how I asked Charlotte Lawsen to marry me. It was perfect. It was fairytale. It was all her girlish dreams come true. And she took me upstairs, and made love to me for the next three hours, completely nude except for her brand new ring. We lost all track of time, lost in each other, never realizing that we were in the eye of the hurricane right then, a quiet moment's respite before the storm hit full force once again. The Australian press was on the hunt for us, and some of them had called their contacts in the States to try to track us down. The movie was now being wildly distributed all over the US and Western Europe. Kids everywhere were raving, parents and religious groups were ranting, and the press wanted us badly. It was fast becoming the biggest story of the year. And we still had no idea. But even all that would have been just fine. We could have dealt with that when it all hit the fan a week or so later. But eventually Charlotte realized it was long after midnight and her mom still wasn't home. She called Stephanie's cell phone. When Steph didn't answer, she called her dad. Her dad tried to reassure her that she was probably just out with some friends. But I reminded them about that creepy guy who'd been calling asking if her husband was home. Charlotte flew into a panic immediately. Even Ron was unsettled. But he told us to just sit tight for a while longer and maybe she'd come home yet. He said to call him immediately, as soon as we hear anything. When we still hadn't heard from her by two o'clock in the morning, Charlotte phoned the police. They didn't try and dismiss her as being paranoid and tell her to get herself to some rest and let them deal with real problems, the way you'd think police might. They asked what kind of car her mom drives. She told them. They said it matched the description of a car that was found abandoned, still running in a gas station parking lot not far from the police station. It was Stephanie's car. An officer went out to check on it and found a chloroform rag behind the front driver's side tire. We didn't see her again for almost forty hours. ------- Chapter 89: Found Charlotte and I did not get much sleep that night. The police arrived to interview us. They asked us the usual questions: when did we last see her, where did she say she was going, did she call, did she mention anything unusual before she left? We told them about the prank caller and they said they'd look into it. They left us with a phone number to call the moment we heard anything. We were also supposed to instruct Ron to call them the moment we heard from him. A couple of officers were stationed in an unmarked car out in the street, and we were to signal them by flashing the lights off and on if anything was amiss. It was a weird feeling, like something out of a movie. It made us feel a little safer though. It was odd that the house wasn't full of cops and FBI guys like you see in the ransom movies, but I think Ron had made some sort of arrangements with them, to keep everything low-key. So the officers assigned to the case watched in silence, from a distance. The phones were tapped and recorded remotely. Ron was on his way home half an hour after hearing the news. He left Amy with her grandparents, promising to return, and was on a plane fifteen minutes later. He hated to leave her, but she understood completely. Bless her little heart, she actually wept for Stephanie, saying two girls can't lose their moms in the same week. I called my mom at some point and explained to her what was going on. She told me to stay with Charlotte for as long as I needed to, but to call her the moment I heard anything. We slept fitfully on the couch, with her curled up in my lap. We didn't talk much after the police left. I just held her and we faded in and out of consciousness, exhausted from stress, but so wound up we nearly jumped off the couch every time a car horn honked or a tire screeched out in the street. Then we'd settle back into silence again, and I'd squeeze Charlotte tighter each time she started crying again. "This was supposed to be the most beautiful night of my life," she said in the darkness. I didn't know what to say. I was quiet, just holding her, and then she answered herself. "The most beautiful thing about it is that you're here with me. I'd be going insane right now if I didn't have you." If it hadn't been for me, Charlotte might have gone with her mom, and would have been tied up somewhere and terrorized as well. She hugged my arm a little tighter and we drifted off to sleep again. Ron arrived a few hours later, looking as exhausted as we were. The sun was up already; he came in with the officers from the unmarked car. He and Charlotte shared a tearful embrace and I just stood there, watching as she was once again shaken with heartbroken sobbing. I wasn't doing much better myself. "I was supposed to be watching out for her. I was supposed to take care of Steph for you. I'm sorry. I don't know what to do." Ron grabbed me and gave me the first full hug I'd ever gotten from him. I hadn't been hugged by any man since before my dad left in fact. It was strange and beautiful. "This isn't your fault. Thank you for being here for Charlotte." "Daddy, where is she? Who has her? We have to find her!" "We're gonna find her. I've been on the phone all night, talking to every contact and connection I have. I've got everyone I know making phone calls, snooping around, on the look-out for any information. We're gonna find her." I noticed Charlotte was still wearing the ring. Ron was too distracted to see it. I grabbed her in a hug while he hurried to the fridge and the officers went to use the washrooms. I slipped it off her finger and she slid it into her pocket. I gave her a worried look as if to tell her that her poor old Daddy doesn't need any more bad news right now. She nodded, understanding. The dinner from the night before was still cold on the table. Charlotte's dress was still laying there on the kitchen floor and her panties were crumpled up under the dining room chair. Ron didn't seem to notice that either. We grabbed them up and hid them while he got himself a drink. He chugged it down in one gulp and offered one to the men. His hands were shaking as he put the bottle on the counter. It was a terrifying sight. "No thank you, sir," they said. "We just have a few questions for you." Then they gave him the twenty questions as well, about when he'd last talked to her and etcetera. He cleaned away the supper mess as they talked, and we helped him. The memory of our beautiful dinner seemed so far away now, especially in the time-distorted fuzziness of having only had about 80 minutes' sleep all night. We cleaned up the kitchen too, having nothing else to do, and by the time Ron was done giving his statement, the place actually looked pretty decent. The men nodded at him, closed their notebooks and returned to their car. "We'll be right out front. Just holler if you need us." And they were too. They stayed there all day while others worked on the information they had from the station. I think maybe half the police force were fans of Juanna Lamie. "This is what we gotta do all day. Just keep busy. Just keep moving. Keep doing stuff. Otherwise we'll go nuts." He was right too. We'd spent all night just sitting there, waiting in agony. Now that we were actually up and around, the time was going by much quicker. The phone rang again. It was our school. They wanted to know why Charlotte wasn't in her classes yet again. "Family emergency," Ron told her, "She'll be back in a few days." He hung up with a click. We just assumed it was the school. He didn't need to tell us. He didn't ask why she was away half of last week either. There were more important worries right then. "Come on," he said. "I've got an idea." We went out to the garage where we found ten or so cans of deck stain and matte finish paint. There were also paint trays, brushes, rollers, and tarps that had been set aside for some painters that were to come and do some work in the back yard before the shooting of the next Lawsen Publications feature. "Grab a bucket and a brush. We're gonna repaint the deck." And so we passed the day: we kept moving, we kept busy, we kept talking. We wound up repainting the deck and the stairs leading down to the pool. We also repainted the tool shed where the pool cleaners and gardeners got their supplies from. We weren't laughing and goofing around though. It was intense work, and we jumped at every ring of the phone, but the activity kept our minds off of our bleakest thoughts. Charlotte found courage in her dad's optimism. He spoke everything with a determination that though things were a little crazy right then, everything would be okay. Charlotte seemed to believe him. Though he didn't use those exact words, that tone was behind every little thing he said. "You need a little more paint on that roller, Char... Go with the grain of the wood, Anthony." Charlotte had her hair done up in a bun and she looked absolutely gorgeous, even with her eyes dark and sunken from exhaustion, and her face pale with fatigue. As every hour passed, I began to see her more and more as my future wife, the mother of my babies, the queen of my world, and I loved her even harder with every thought of it. But what if it was her that had gone missing? What if someone was out there harming her? How was Ron staying so calm!? I'd be running through the streets screaming, panicked about finding her. But somehow Ron was maintaining his composure. I could tell he was terrified, and angry. Oh so angry! He was pacing like a caged tiger inside, but calm as a kitten on the outside; sitting on a powder keg of murderous rage inside, but keeping it in check with a gentle voice and a calm demeanor. He was still in control. He was keeping it together for Charlotte's sake. I decided to follow his example, though I had the idea that I could literally tear a man limb from limb with my bare hands if he harmed Charlotte or her mom in any way. The human body didn't even have the capacity to feel as much agony as I wished to inflict upon anyone who harmed these dear women. I was thinking about that, gnashing my teeth a bit, when Ron patted me on the shoulder, and gave me a weary smile. "Missed a spot over here." "Thanks." And we kept painting. Nobody called demanding ransom. The phone rang over and over again—business contacts, friends of the family, even a telemarketer called up to offer Ron a magazine subscription. He didn't feel the least bit rude about hanging up on her. Eventually Charlotte wandered over and fell asleep again in a deck chair by the pool. She said she just needed to sit down and rest for a bit, but a few moments later she was fast asleep. "How you holding up, Anthony?" Ron asked me. "I'm tired, but I know if I stop moving I'll start worrying again. This was a great idea, this painting." "I learned it from my dad. When things got worrisome, he'd get us all busy doing something. I can't tell you the number of times the entire house was cleaned and painted from top to bottom every time some crisis hit the family. It helps the time go by, gives you something else to think about." "Amy's okay?" "Amy's okay. She's beautiful in fact. I've only spent less than two days with her and I already love her a lifetime's worth." "She's a great kid. Smart as a whip." "I noticed. She seems to know things, just by looking at you, more deeply than you'd think a kid her age would." I let out a heavy sigh. It was time for a confession. "Listen, Ron, I just wanted to tell you something. It's been bothering me, and I just had to get it off my mind. I hope you won't be mad at me." "What's up, Anthony?" He dipped his roller in the tray and started on another plank. "Um... well... Amy and I, well Amy actually, she sort of took advantage of me while I was asleep. I didn't mean for it to happen, but she apparently has a crush on me for some reason. And well, when Charlotte and I broke up for a while, I got a little drunk and wound up in bed with Amy. And, well, Amy sort of took over while I was passed out and lost her virginity to me. It happened on Friday night. I swear I didn't mean for it to happen, and I tore a strip off of her the next morning. Made her cry pretty bad too, but I didn't know what else to say. I guess I just wanted to tell you I'm sorry. I should have been more responsible. I shouldn't have been drunk. I shouldn't-" "So you think I'm gonna be mad at you for having sex with my daughter?" He almost chuckled. Almost. "I'm sorry. I honestly am. If I could take it back I-" "Anthony." "Yeah?" "You've enjoyed the pleasures of my wife, and my other daughter. You know that, right? Do you see how silly this sounds?" I stared down that the deck boards, dumbstruck. He had a point there. "And while I agree, she's a little young and vulnerable, and yes, you probably shouldn't have been drinking, I still trust you. I believe you wouldn't have done anything to hurt Amy in a million years. And I know she's smart enough to have seen that herself. That's probably why she chose you in the first place." "Yeah, she said something like that." "And yeah, she is a precocious little minx. I can see her planning that one, and pulling it off." "I barely even remember it. I swear." "That's too bad. It might have been even more special for her if you did. But chalk it up as a lesson in life. Women will go after what they want, and there's not much we men can do to stop them once they've made up their minds, especially when there are emotions involved." "Ron?" "Yeah, my boy?" "You think Steph's gonna be alright?" My voice choked off and a tear spilled down my cheek. The memory of the Sunday night I'd spent in Steph's embrace flooded back to me and I started breaking down a bit. Ron's words chilled me. He was so damn calm. "If she isn't, we're gonna have a hard time getting revenge ourselves. Steph's got millions of fans all over the world. They adore her. She's the Marilyn Monroe of adult entertainment. And if they find out she's been harmed, every one of them is gonna want the little bastard skinned alive, turned inside out, and hung up by his own entrails, starting with the boys in blue." "So it's not just me then?" "No. It's not just you." And we went back to painting. "But don't you worry, my boy. She's a tough little cookie. She can handle herself just fine." And she did too. It was right about that time that she was kicking her leg free from her restraints, wrapping her thighs around the little bastard's head and snapping his neck. I know this because she told us the whole story when we met up with her in the hospital the next day. Somewhere around six o'clock the next morning we got the call that she'd been found. Charlotte and I had fallen asleep together in her bed, while Ron kept watch over us from a nearby chair with the cordless phone in his lap. Char urged him to lie down and sleep too, but he wouldn't. Then we dozed off. The phone rang and Char was sitting bolt upright before he even answered it. He seemed to snap himself out of a daze, his wide, terrified eyes opening, blinking hard, and slowly gaining focus. He'd apparently been sleeping. "Daddy! The phone!" He snatched it up and answered it. And we waited in what seemed like hours of tense anguish for his face to reveal some clue as to the news he was hearing on the phone. Was she found? Was she okay? Or was this the call where he'd break down crying, screaming, finally shattering Charlotte once and for all with his reaction? No. He released a sigh of immense relief and nodded vigorously at us. "Oh, thank God! No, she's been missing. She was abducted Monday night... When?... where?... We'll be right there..." Ron listened for thirty more seconds and then said goodbye, thanking the man from the bottom of his heart. "She's okay!" Charlotte screamed. Tears flooded from her eyes. She was shaking like a frightened fawn all over again, but overjoyed as well. She hugged me so hard I saw stars for a moment. "She's okay! She's okay!" "She's okay," Ron said. "She's a little scraped up, but she's fine. She's gonna call us in five minutes. They're bringing her to a phone. She's been asleep for over six hours. They couldn't wake her up. She's a couple towns over." "Who had her? What happened!?" Charlotte demanded. "They still don't know. She just gave them her name and phone number, and they called us. They're as clued-out as we are. She's gonna call us soon. She's pretty out of it though, still. But she's okay. Oh, thank you, God!" Charlotte was sitting on her dad's lap like a little girl, hugging him hard with her face in his neck for the next few minutes. "Come on... come on... ring!" Finally the phone rang. And then, when he heard the voice of his greatest treasure on earth, Ron finally broke down once and for all. He could barely speak he was so happy to hear from her. He sobbed out his love for her, and kissed the phone about fifteen times before Charlotte grabbed it away from him. "Mommy!? Are you okay, mommy!? I love you so much! Are you okay!?" A few minutes later we were speeding down the highway with a full police escort to retrieve her. The drive would normally have taken an hour, but we got there in 35 minutes, doing almost 90 miles per hour all the way. Unfortunately, very unfortunately, the press got there about the same time, following the blazing sirens, and tuning in their police scanners to clue-in to the breaking story. A local film actress kidnapped, terrorized for fourteen hours, and finally escapes by killing the assailant with her bare hands? It was too good a story to pass up, even with Ron's connections in the media. The only thing his connections managed to secure was to downplay the type of films Stephanie was in. They referred to her as a B-movie actress rather than a porn star, but eventually the whole truth came out. A story of kidnapping and violence and death was made only juicier with the tidbits about sex. And the international press was already on the lookout for Charlotte and I. I don't need to tell you what an emotional scene it was when the Lawsens were reunited. The three of them hugged hard and wept for almost ten full minutes while the doctors, a nurse, and the police officers assigned to the case looked on, anxious for details. Stephanie told us the details, starting from the beginning. She'd gotten a couple of strange calls the day before but hadn't thought much of them. But when she went out to run some errands that evening, she noticed a van following her. She tried to shake him off, but a bright red sports car was pretty hard to hide, even at night. He caught up to her at a gas station and grabbed her. She remembered a brief struggle and she woke up in the back of a van, bound, gagged, and blindfolded, and bouncing down what seemed to be a country road. She could hear branches scraping against the outside of the van. Minutes later she was hauled from the vehicle and dragged into a log cabin. She was stripped and tied to a bed where she was terrorized by a man who called himself Shelly Morrison. He was in a theatrical costume the whole time, screaming at her like a movie director, pointing at a TV monitor upon which he played and replayed a scene from one of Juanna Lamie's older movies, Penetrating Questions. Apparently he was a failed actor, frustrated, depressed, and half insane, a recluse who'd gone mad over the failure he'd made of his life, and the success of Juanna Lamie's career by comparison. He'd been obsessing over the delivery of one of the lines from the movie for years. Apparently she'd said it with the wrong inflection and didn't deserve the fame she enjoyed, when someone with "real talent" couldn't even get a bit role in a movie. He had a knife to her throat and threatened to slash her to bleeding ribbons if she didn't deliver the lines in just the right way. "I don't know what you're talking about. I do not know what you're talking about. If the jewels have indeed been found, there's no reason for us to even be here." "No! Say it again! Say it right!" This went on for hours and hours and she got the idea that he badly wanted to rape her, but was so filled with hatred for her, and self-loathing, that he couldn't even get an erection. So she began to deliberately screw up the lines even worse, knowing that if he began to approve of her, she'd be raped and possibly murdered, after days if not weeks of sexual torture and sadism. The guy was some kind of twisted freak, she said, all twitchy and jumpy, with a high squeaky voice, and cold, darting eyes. She eventually managed to wriggle the chain on her right ankle loose and free her leg while he was gone to fix himself some food. When he returned she told him she might be able to deliver the line correctly if he went down on her the way the actor had been doing in the scene. He looked at her suspiciously, and then gave her a grin that made her skin crawl. He gave her a needle with some sort of tranquilizer in it though, just to be safe. Unfortunately for him, the drug didn't take effect for almost half an hour. He got between her legs and was positioning himself to go down on her when she got him in a brutal head scissor lock and snapped his fuckin' scrawny little neck. "I felt it break," she said, tears flowing down her face. "There was a sickening crackle sound. He shuddered, and the bite he had on my thigh weakened and slowly gave up. He was still staring at me though, with those cold creepy eyes, and he was sorta grinning too, cause he'd been biting me. Then I was screaming at him, so horribly angry. It was like I was outside myself, just watching. 'You're not taking me away from my family, you twisted fuckin' freak! I'm not gonna be taken out by a useless little bitch like you!'" And she said she kicked him about seventeen times until there was nothing left of his face. Then she struggled out of the chains by tearing apart the entire bed frame and dragging the pieces of it across the room to where she could get the key with her mouth. She put on some of his clothes from his dresser and ran from the house. The police found him exactly where she said he would be, lying on his back under his mattress with a bed sheet over him. His jaw was broken and hanging down like a limp noodle, his nose was crushed, and one of his eyeballs had burst in its socket, but his face wasn't "destroyed" as she'd claimed. Close enough though. "So he never actually violated you?" an officer wanted to know. "There's no risk of you having caught a disease I hope." "I don't even think there's a chance that guy had ever even had sex, other than with his own hand. He acted like he was 'too good for women'. He was this 'important actor who refused to sully himself with mortal flesh'." Stephanie shuddered. "Were there any signs he was a drug user? Needles, burnt spoons, anything like that?" "No. Nothing. He got the tranquilizer stuff out of a medical bag. It looked like a stage prop to be honest." "Was there any exchange of bodily fluids at all?" a doctor asked. "No. Other than me kicking his fucking face in, and maybe him biting me, I don't think so. He even swabbed the hypo with alchohol before he tranqued me." "How did he get a hold of your number, if it's unlisted?" another officer wanted to know. Stephanie hesitated. She looked down at her hands for a moment and then decided she'd better tell the full truth. "He says he found it written on the bathroom wall, at the Cherry Creek mall." She looked over at Charlotte with apology in her eyes. Charlotte looked back at her, confused. And it was right there in that moment that I decided that Trevor Miller would be dead by morning, him and his fucking graffiti. I would beat him to death with my bare hands. I vowed it. I got over that feeling quickly enough; he's still alive to this day. But the cruel and bitter hatred and violence that flowed through me like poison right then stained my soul a bit I think. If it weren't for the beautiful hug Stephanie gave me, and her sweet words of affection for me, I probably might have killed the little bastard. I honestly would have. Her grace and gentleness, even in her time of suffering, soothed the savage anger inside me. The important thing was that she was fine. Steph was back with her family, and a few hours later we all walked out of that hospital together. We were on our way home. The doors to the hospital slid open before us and suddenly cameras flashed and microphones waved in our faces. There was a screaming mob of reporters who suddenly rushed forward all at once and had to be pressed back by our police escort. Questions were shouted by the throng of reporters that wanted to know all the gory details. "Were you raped!?" "Is it true you killed him with your bare hands?" "Tell us how you felt, Mrs. Lawsen!" Ron covered Steph with his jacket and we hurried to the car, but not before a few photographers and news cameramen had gotten some good shots of the "victim's daughter, and the girl's boyfriend leaving the county hospital with the mother and father of the terrorized family," or so we heard on the six O'clock news. No information was released about our names or identities, but they didn't have to say it. Charlotte and I were already famous. All over the country people jumped out of their seats, pointing and shouting with wide eyes, "It's them! It's them! Oh my god! That's those kids from the Beautiful Poetry Sex Thing!" We only had a few hours of privacy left. Don "Big D" McLeod, of McLeod Auto Sales looked up the name and address he'd found on the pink slip for my truck, and sold it to the highest bidding reporter, along with the DVD he'd found under the front seat. And that was the end of our normal teenage lives. ------- Chapter 90: A Beautiful Mess It was Wednesday morning, around 11 o'clock, just before noon actually. We got back to the Lawsen's place and walked Steph into the house. There was more press outside in the street, snapping pictures, shouting questions, and finally Ron called out to them. "Please! Ladies and gentlemen. Have some decency. My family has been through some very difficult events and we need time to recover. Give us some peace for a few hours and I promise we'll answer all your questions fully and completely first thing tomorrow morning." The shouting calmed and the only thing they wanted to know was where and when. Ron told them to return at 6 p.m. the next evening and they'd have a full press conference about it. In the mean time, they were to leave Stephanie, him, Charlotte, and even me (who he referred to as their "dear young friend") alone, fully and completely. Then we went into the house. Stephanie had a long hot bath. Well, Ron bathed her actually, carefully and gently washing her body in every place, reapplying all her bandages and walking her to bed once more. He was exhausted. He hadn't slept properly since Sunday night into Monday morning, and even that was disturbed by Amy waking up crying in the dark every few hours. He'd taken care of her, and now he was caring for Stephanie as well. He spoke to her lovingly, calmly, encouraging her about how wonderful she was and how everything would be okay. She was still dazed, weary, and frazzled and so they both went to bed and slept for several more hours. Charlotte and I were too wound up to sleep. There was a certain crackle of excitement in the air between us, an almost palpable energy. We just kept staring into each other's eyes, and grinning an almost crazy grin. There was terrified panic in that grin. There was relief, almost elation that Stephanie was alright. There was love for each other. And there was a certain giddiness about breaking the big news to them, about our engagement. Our excitement was bubbling over. We barely talked about it. We just held each other's hands and grinned nervously while we moved about the place. The phone rang constantly. We didn't answer it. I called my mom at some point and told her the news. Charlotte called Amy and told her everything was alright. They talked for a long while and wept together on the phone. Then I talked to Amy for a few minutes as well. It was so wonderful to hear her voice again. Honest to God, it was like the voice of a distant angel. She sounded sad and tired but so happy to hear my voice. "Hiya, Ant." "Hiya, Aims. How's yer bod?" "Been better. Got a funeral tomorrow apparently." "I heard. We're not doing too good around here ourselves." "Everything'll be alright though, right?" I wasn't sure if she was asking me or telling me. She seemed certain and yet hesitant at the same time. "You're a brave girl, Aims. If things get rough for you tomorrow, just think about Charlotte and me. We'll be there with you in our hearts, okay?" "I haven't stopped thinking about you guys since I left. My dad's probably sick of hearing about how wicked and cool and totally awesome you guys are." It was the nice to hear her refer to Ron as her dad. It gave the universe a little bit more center somehow, like a least one thing was right with the world. "I doubt he's sick of hearing how awesome his daughter is. He probably agrees with you completely. He was telling me yesterday how much he absolutely adores you to pieces too." "He said that, huh?" "Yeah." "He kept telling me that too, over and over again, and I just thought he was being polite, telling me what he figured he was supposed to say." "Nope. He's over the moon for you, girl. It's beautiful to see." "How's Char doin'?" "She's been better, but she's awesome. I love her to pieces too, forever and ever and ever." This I was saying more to Charlotte than to Amy. She was sitting in my lap again, listening to Amy's voice on the phone. Then she started kissing me. She even took out her ring and kissed it about a dozen times too, and then me again. It felt wonderful. "I'm sure she feels the same way." "We figured out that little secret too, about the movie. Remember you were saying?" "Oh, so you got your head out of the clouds finally?" And Amy giggled. It was such a beautiful sound. "Yup. It finally hit us the other night. I went down and talked to Sheila about it, and she told me I don't need to worry about nothin' but taking care of Charlotte for the rest of our lives." "It's such a beautiful movie." "Yeah. Sheila's awesome. I love her to pieces too." "I heard on the news that these kids down in Australia made a sex video too, just like yours. All poetic and pretty. Some girl was gonna commit suicide but she changed her mind because of it. They don't even know who those kids are, but everyone's looking for them. Can you imagine if that happened with your movie!?" "That's crazy. I couldn't even imagine." I couldn't either. It was so far fetched in my mind at that point that the idea of our movie getting out never even occurred to me. At that point I was just thinking how cool it was that we weren't the only ones being creative and naughty like that. "I wish I had the internet here. I wanna check out theirs and see if it's as good as yours. Apparently it's all over the world. You just do a search for it and there's like a million links to it now. I'm at my grandparents though. My grandma thought it was disgusting of course, but my grandpa just chuckled." "I'm sure it's nowhere near as good as Sheila's." "Me too. But I'm biased. You guys are the most beautiful people on earth in my books." "You ain't so bad yourself, Aims." "Thanks, I guess." "Listen, Amy. I have to tell you something." "What's up?" "I told your dad about what happened. You know, like, between you and me, after that party." Charlotte gasped. "Oh my god! You didn't!?" "Oh yeah?" Amy said. "I did. He was pretty cool about it. All he said was that you were a smart cookie and he trusts that you knew exactly what you were doing and that I would never hurt you in a million years." "That's kinda funny," Amy said, "because when I told him about it he just laughed his ass off at me. He called me a crazy little psycho and almost fell of the bed he was laughing so hard. 'I've seen that boy's dick, my girl. He must have killed you!'" "You told him about it too!?" "Yup. We stayed up all night talking on Sunday. It was beautiful. He asked me if I had a boyfriend and I told him, well, everything. About how I was saving myself for someone special and how the little dicks around here only wanna get into my pants, and how when I finally did lose my virginity it was with the sweetest guy ever who wouldn't hurt me if his life depended on it. And you know what he said? It's so funny. He says, 'Charlotte's got a guy like that too. I'm so happy for you girls.' I laughed out loud for like five minutes and I just had to tell him. He wanted to know what was so funny. Then he laughed with me. It was so sweet." "That is pretty funny. When I told him about it he didn't even mention that he already knew. He just told me I was being silly for worrying about it. Apparently I was, more than I realized." We talked for a few minutes more and finally said goodbye. Amy's grandma needed to use the phone. She said hi to us too though, before they hung up. She seemed like a nice lady. It made us feel better about Amy dealing with all the stuff over there without us. We told her we loved her and that we would see her again soon. Then we hung up. Charlotte was quiet for a few minutes, and then she said something funny. "I'm craving ice cream." I laughed at her. "You're silly. Is that ice cream stuff starting already? You want pickles with that too?" I said it quietly enough, and she smacked me in the arm. Then she got up and peeked out the window. "Looks like they're all gone. Will you take me to the store?" "Sure. Let's sneak out." Off we went. We got in Steph's car (well, my car technically, just not officially yet) and I drove her down to the local convenience store, the place where we'd first met Jade. It was just before one o'clock. There were a bunch of girls hanging around, apparently on the tail end of their school lunch break, drinking their drinks, chewing bubblegum, and giggling and talking too loud about girl stuff. Here's where it got strange for Charlotte and I for the very first time. Looking back, it was quite a momentous occasion, but we were still pretty clued-out at the time. As soon as we got out of the car, the girls all looked over at who could possibly be driving such a hot car. Charlotte and I stepped out and their jaws dropped all at once. They're eyes went wide and their mouths gaped in awe. They started whispering as we walked up toward the door. "It's them! Is that them, Trisha!? Is that them!?" "Oh-my-god-oh-my-god-oh-my-god, it is them!" Charlotte looked at me funny, and I looked back at her. We were holding hands and we went into the door. We got some ice cream and a couple of drinks and stood there in line to pay for them. All the girls had their faces pressed to the glass and were chattering excitedly a mile a minute. "Maybe we were on TV already," Charlotte said, "because of mom." That was the only thing I could think of too, but they seemed far too excited to see us. It didn't add up. Then we went out again, and they all just stood there in hushed awe like they were expecting us to say something. We stopped and stared at them, shaking our heads, confused. "Hi. What's up, girls?" I said. And they all screamed like I was a rock star or something. It startled us both. I almost dropped my drink. They started jumping up and down and hugging each other. One girl was shaking and almost crying. Very weird. "You guys are, like, so awesome! I love you! I can't even speak!" "Um... why?" Charlotte asked. She was blushing. I must have been too. As soon as Charlotte spoke though, they all screamed again, in a chorus of shrieking wails that actually burned my ears a bit. People turned to look from across the street. Apparently Charlotte was a rock star too. "Well, have a good day," I said. And they squealed again. We turned and headed for the car, hand-in-hand, looking back at them over our shoulders. "Why do I feel suddenly naked all of the sudden?" Charlotte asked. "Did you see the way they were ogling us?" I hadn't noticed. "I'm just trying to figure out what the hell they're screaming about. You'd think we were famous or something." "Come on. Let's go to the park." But as we were getting in the car, the gaggle of girls came rushing up with pens and notebooks, asking for our autograph. Another girl took our picture with a digi-cam. "Is this about us being on TV?" Charlotte asked. "It has nothing to do with us. It was my mom..." Her words were drowned out though. "Can you sign this for me?" "Sign my binder! Oh please! Oh please!" I took the pen, hesitantly and signed everything they thrust at me: "A.J.M." "You guys are like, so the best! I cried for an hour last night! I swear to god! Even my mom was crying, and that says a lot!" "My mom's gonna be just fine," Charlotte said. "It should be on the news tomorrow night." But they all squealed again, not even hearing what she'd said. One girl hugged me, and then they all started grabbing me and hugging me. One of them bumped me, pushing past her friend and knocked my drink out of my hand. Pretty colors of Slushy splashed all over the pavement. Some of them hurried around the car to get Charlotte's autograph as well. We had no idea what the hell was going on. I was honestly stunned. Completely clued-out. So was Charlotte. A bit of her ice cream dripped onto her finger and she licked it off before grabbing the girl's pen. When they saw that they all screamed even louder! One girl even started shaking and had to lean against the car to steady herself, like she was gonna faint or something. "Oh my gawd! You're like so totally sexy! I wanna be you so bad!" "Um, thanks..." Charlotte said. "But you're beautiful too. Don't try and be someone else. Just be you." And they all screeched in demented glee again. My ears were starting to ring. "Can we get a picture with you?" Then they were standing beside us, taking pictures, crowding around and hugging us. Then they said the strangest thing of all. "Um, can you like, tell us what your names are? We don't even know." "Our names?" "Yeah. What's A.J.M. stand for anyway?" "I'm Charlotte, and he's Anthony. My mom is Stephanie." "Charlotte and Anthony! Charlotte and Anthony! Oh my god! That's so sexy!" And there were more screams of glee. I shook my head, amazed and confused. What the hell was so sexy about our names? And then they were hugging us again and one of them really got weird on Charlotte. "I love you so much! You've changed my life! You really think I'm beautiful!?" There were tears running down her face. "Of course you are, isn't she Anthony?" "Gorgeous," I said. But I was sorry I did it. She nearly swooned again, and Charlotte had to steady her. Then they all screamed. Ouch! "You're so sexy! You're so sexy! Oh my GOD!!!" "Thank you, I guess. I'm not sure what..." And then they all backed away slowly. Other people were looking over at us too, wondering who we were and why the girls were all totally freaking out. We got in the car and they stood there waving, and jumping up and down and cheering and then they all ran away all at once waving their autographs in the air. "We've got pictures! We've got pictures! Nobody's gonna believe it, but we've got pictures! They're really real!" Charlotte and I watched them go, stunned into silence. "Okay, what the fuck was that about!?" I said. "Anthony, that girl was crying? Did you see that? She was crying! I'm scared." "I know. I don't know what the hell is going on. Maybe they were high on something and thought we were someone else. They didn't even know our names." "Yeah. Weird." We drove off to the park and sat in the car, eating our ice cream and sharing Charlotte's drink. Then we spent some time just sitting there making out in the front seat, kissing and cuddling, and feeling one another up, but mostly just talking about everything. The park was pretty empty. Every kid in town was still in classes. There were some old folks walking their dogs and some young moms pushing strollers, but we were in a shady spot and they ignored us. Charlotte took the ring out of her pocket and put it on, sighing happily and snuggling up to me again. "You carry that thing with you everywhere?" "Of course! Why wouldn't I? I wish I could wear it! It's so beautiful. Isn't it beautiful?" "It is." "It's you. It represents you for me. Everywhere I go, whether you're with me or not, I have you holding my hand here, see?" She held up her hand and we looked at the sparkling ring. Then we kissed some more. "So when are we gonna tell them? We can't leave it too long." "I don't know," Charlotte said. "I wanna tell them right now, but with everything mom's been through, I don't know..." "How do you think they'll react anyway?" "I think they'll be upset at first. It was pretty irresponsible of me-" "Of us." "Of us, but once the initial shock wears off, I honestly think they'll be thrilled, especially when they see this. They know you're not gonna run out on me. They know-" "How are they gonna be thrilled about it? No parent wants their sixteen-year-old daughter coming home pregnant, ring or no ring." "Anthony. What's the most important thing in the world to them? Think hard for a moment." "Um, you? Each other?" "Exactly! They don't care about what people think, or what people might say, or how we're gonna come up with the money to feed ourselves and take care of the baby! All that stuff other girls have to deal with is like non-existent for us, not even a factor. All they'll see is a beautiful new baby on the way, someone else to love and treasure." "I don't know, Char. I think they're gonna be upset about you not going to college, not going after your dreams. Parents care about that stuff you know. That's what's really at stake here." "Well maybe my dreams will just have to change. Maybe you're my dream now. Making you happy, being a good wife, and taking care of our baby. Why can't that be my dream?" "I guess if you can convince your parents of that, that's all that matters. But I kinda wanna see you make more of yourself some day too. I want you to be happy, successful, have a career and an exciting life." "I've had all the excitement in my life I can handle already, thanks. A quiet calm and simple life with the man I love seems beautiful to me. Imagine you coming home from work and seeing me waiting there for you with supper ready and the baby down for a nap and giving you a nice blow job in the doorway to relieve the stress of a hard day's work. Imagine me looking all frumpy and sexy with my hair all over the place in a cute pair of sweats that you could just peel right off me and take me right there on the floor." "I don't know Char. I'm kinda worried that I'll come home hoping for all that stuff and find you exhausted and frustrated and in no mood for romance and sexiness because the baby's been driving you nuts all day." "Then you'll just have to make me feel better, won't you? I'm Charlotte, the Queen of sluts. I won't be able to resist you for long." "That I can do. You'd get a nice backrub, a hot bath, I'd feed you from my own hand, take care of the baby all night and let you rest so I could make love to you in the evening." "And every once in a while, we can leave the baby with Mick and Janine, or mom and dad, and just drive away for a night and fuck like teenagers again, dirty and nasty and sexy and free. It'll be so awesome!" "Well it sounds pretty and romantic, but I don't think we really have any idea how much work a baby really is. We know it'll be tough, but all we'd seen is the Hollywood version of 'tough', where there's always a happy ending and a beautiful song as the credits roll. In real life there's always another challenge the next day. I suppose this is why so few couples make it." "So few couples make it because they don't take care of each other when the going gets tough. They start seeing each other as the enemy, a problem to be dealt with, instead of a partner, on the same team. If people would just take care of one another, especially when things go wrong, there wouldn't even be a such thing as divorce. Like you take care of me. Like you love me, no matter what. That's how you get that forever." "Life is complicated though, Char. It's not always the couple's own fault when things don't work out. Sometimes it just wasn't meant to be." I sighed in a moment of silence and then continued. "... like my mom and dad." "What happened with them? You've never told me that story." "I don't even know. Just life I guess. Life throws you a few bad curves and everything falls apart. Suddenly you realize the person you thought you loved is someone totally different. Stress brings out the real person deep down inside and you don't always like what you see. Sometimes you just can't live with them anymore, no matter how hard you try. Sometimes you can't even live with yourself." "Like when I was stressed out about everything, and fucked off with Vincenzo..." "Yeah, like that I guess. Exactly. Except that I still loved you through it all. I know that's not what you're really about. That's just how you used to deal with shit. You're different now." "I'm in love now. And most important of all, I'm not afraid of it." "I sure hope Sheila finds someone special some day. That girl's ten times awesome herself. She'll make someone very happy one day." "It's weird though. Somehow I can't imagine her loving anyone but you. Ever... You're just too perfect." And Charlotte seemed sad all of the sudden. I looked at her. She looked at her ring. And then I kissed her again. Then we made out some more. We fooled around for a whole hour. I even had her shirt up and was suckling on her nipples while she kept watch. Then she gave me a blow job and I had to yank my shirt down over my erection every time someone went strolling by our car, but she'd go back down again and I just petted her head as she worked a sweet creamy load out of me. I came in her mouth and she opened wide to show me the white-on-pink. Then she swallowed. "My sexy man..." And she took a drink to wash it down. We got out of the car, and walked around the park for a while, talking some more about our future, our plans, our dreams, the little details that would be our life. It was heavenly. But then she had to pee. We went into the public bathroom by the picnic shelter. There was a lock on the door and I locked it. Charlotte went pee and I stood there watching her from the sink. There was no door on the stall. "Enjoying the view, boy?" she asked. "My god, you're even sexy when you piss. How fucked up is that?" "Pretty fucked up, but I'm sure it's not the actual piss that's turning you on. I'm sure it's the idea that you could take me and fuck me up against the wall right here as soon as I'm done." "Can I?" "As soon as I'm done." She wiped herself, but didn't bother pulling up her pants. I took her in my arms and kissed her and she wriggled my cock down into her crevice. Then I was inside her and she moaned beautifully in my ear. "God, I'm so fucking lucky!" she said. I said nothing. I took her and we fucked up against the wall under the flickering light of a half burned out bulb, trying our best to keep quiet. My cock slipped in and out of her and I lifted her legs up off the floor, across my arms, pressing her back against the wall. It was dirty and smelly in there, but we were too lost in one another to notice. I needed to make her come, and she needed to let me. Then I dropped her down again, and turned her around to take her from behind. She bent over halfway, resting her elbows on the cold brick and thrusting her beautiful ass backward at me, arching her back, letting me take her, and moaning like the gorgeous little slut she is as I did. I pumped myself into her, fucking her deeply and firmly, bump, bump, bump, in and in and in again, making her ass shudder with every thrust. I grabbed her ass hard and squeezed it. "My sexy ass. Mine!" and I thrust harder, pressing her face right into the wall. That did it for her. She came with a muffled squeak and suddenly there was girl cum oozing down my shaft, warm and slippery and sweet. Her palms and cheek pressed into the painted bricks and she tensed up in every part of herself, struggling to keep from screaming. Her tightness sucked hard on me, begging for my cum, but I just enjoyed the moment inside her, with no climax of my own. For some reason I was thinking about those girls at the convenience store, the way they had all squealed like they were coming or something, just from looking at us. Charlotte shook and shivered through her orgasm, flinching and jiggling in front of me as I stroked her softly with my cock. It was yet another beautiful experience of my beautiful, beautiful girl friend, my fiancé, and I could not have been happier. And then she turned around, dropped to her knees on the dirty cement floor and sucked my cock hard and fast, eagerly dragging a second orgasm out of me. I gave it to her after a few minutes of ecstatic, heart-pounding bliss, and she took it with a giggling little squeal of excitement. I filled her mouth with my cream once again and fell shuddering against the opposite wall of the toilet stall. The light flickered off again, struggling to come back on, but couldn't make it. There was only a crack of light coming from under the door, and the beautiful warmth of Charlotte's mouth on my throbbing, twitching wet cock. "Mmmmmmm..." she said, in a long and gratuitous purr. She absolutely adored my cock. It was obvious, and that made me even happier. I looked forward to a lifetime of such endearing love. She popped off me and swallowed again, sighing happily in the darkness, stroking my cock and kissing it lovingly, like it was her greatest treasure. Then she stood up, brushed off her knees, and put my dick away, zippering up my pants for me and adjusting my shirt. The light flickered back on and her eyes were wide with excited love. I grabbed her and hugged her hard, and I told her I loved her over and over again. "You're so beautiful. You're so sexy. You're so sweet to me. I'm so lucky. I love you so much." "I love you too, baby. Any time you want it, just ask okay? I'll drop everything for you, anytime. You own me, okay? Don't ever forget it." She wadded some paper towels and toilet paper and cleaned herself up, complaining about the messes she makes when she comes, but not really very upset about it. I told her I loved her pretty little messes and kissed her again. And then we were walking back to the car, hand in hand, looking to all the world like two teenagers who just fucked each other very eagerly. Luckily nobody was around. "Let's tell them," I said. "Let's go home and tell them right now. I love you more than anything in the world, and I don't care what happens. I'm ready to confess to all the world that you're mine and I'll love you forever. Let's do it." "Let's do it then," she agreed. And we got in the car and went home. Almost five hours had gone by. It was just before six by then. We pulled into the driveway, holding hands, both of us shaking badly, but grinning like loons. We kissed passionately for another five minutes and walked into the house holding hands, ready to face our destiny. And face our destiny we did. The Lawsens were on the couch watching the news. "Tonight's top story, a channel five exclusive: two local teenagers have made international news this week after creating what appears to be a homemade sex video. The video has apparently been released over the World Wide Web and has now been seen by thousands if not millions of people all around the globe. And the downloads are increasing every hour. "Parents, teachers, and religious groups are outraged of course, but the overwhelming response has been surprisingly positive." Then the shot cut to a group of teenagers being interviewed about the video, guys and girls. A teenage girl chattered excitedly into the microphone. "Oh my god! They are so sexy! And it's not even nasty or anything! It's like beautiful and pretty and poetic! I know people are gonna think it's dirty, just cause it's sex, but they're losers and they should shut up! I cried my eyes out! That's what love is supposed to be like! I want love like that!" The news anchor continued, voicing over a blurred-out image of the video. It looked a lot like our video. My knees went weak. Charlotte's hand shook in mine. "The identity of the two teenaged participants remained a mystery as the video spread like wildfire all over the world, until in a bizarre twist of events on par with any Hollywood blockbuster, they were tracked down after the girl's mother was abducted and held hostage for fourteen hours last night. The two teens were filmed leaving the hospital by a camera man and recognized all over the country as the young lovers from the internet sex video." The shot of Charlotte and I leaving the hospital with Ron holding a jacket over Stephanie's head flashed by the screen. I suddenly felt weak. I suddenly felt like I would faint. I suddenly felt like I would die. "The video is most popularly known as Beautiful Poetry Sex Thing, but has been copied under dozens of other names as well. It's approximately six minutes long, and includes shots of legs, and backs, and hips, inter-cut with poetry and what appears to be love letters the kids wrote to one another. Surprisingly, it's being heralded as a work of cinematic mastery by even the world's toughest critics." The report cut to an apparently eminent film critic from Britain who talked about the artistic use of gestures and eye-play to convey a depth of emotion, truth, and the "bare naked beauty of love" rarely seen except in the most acclaimed productions ever made. "I've no idea who these kids are, but what they've done is nothing short of genius." I didn't feel like a genius. In fact, I'd never felt more foolish in my entire life. The clips from the video rolled by, with Charlotte singing over the quotations floating on the screen while the anchor went on about the specific content, and what it didn't include. "Viewers looking for hardcore porn will be disappointed by this production; the sex in it is merely suggested, but that's still enough to rile parental and religious groups all over the world." Then they got reactions from an uptight-looking crone of a woman who was apparently furious that Charlotte and I even existed. "We're in a battle, warring for the hearts and minds and souls of our young people everywhere, and then this comes along and sets us back ten years! It's atrocious! Where are these kids' parents!?" "How do you respond to people who say it's not even really x-rated, there's no actual graphic sex shown on the screen at any point?" "It's filthy! It's disgusting! Teenagers should not be having sex at all, never mind filming it! That isn't love! It's sin!" Then they interviewed a parent who disagreed, saying she'd love for her daughter to watch the video, to know that when you have sex there should be love involved. "These two in the video, they love each other deeply. You can see it in their eyes. It's beautiful. It's an example for kids everywhere, to make something special out of sex. They're gonna do it anyway, it might as well mean something." Then they went into the story about the girl from Australia, Michelle St. Martin, who changed her mind about killing herself after watching the video. Suddenly Gerri Meskaleck was on camera being interviewed. Charlotte screamed beside me, but stopping it halfway by slapping her hand over her mouth. "Classmates say they're perfectly normal teens, and somewhat popular in their school." "We love Char! She's like queen of the school! But when we saw the video it was like 'Oh my god! How frickin' awesome is that! I never saw anything so beautiful and sexy in all my life!' She hasn't been to classes, I guess because of her mom, but we just wanted to say we love you Charlotte! Come back to us!" "We love you!" a bunch of girls cheered. Then one of Charlotte's teachers came on the screen, Mrs. Ashton. "They're good kids. This is gonna really mess up their lives. But kids do stupid things. They just happened to do something that got broadcast all over the world on the internet. It's really too bad. I really like Charlotte. She's a sweet girl. Very bright. She's a leader." The news report went on and on, looking at the social and legal ramifications of the release, the question of where the parents were while this was going on, and the potential uproar it might cause "in the lives of teens all over the world as copycat videos are produced and released by impressionable young kids who see these two as heroes." "Reactions vary from outrage to elation, but one thing's for sure: the lives of these two teens will never be the same." "In other news..." Ron and Stephanie turned to look at us with absolutely astonished eyes, disbelieving that this was even reality. But the most burning question in their gaze was "What have you done!? Oh my god, what have you two done!?" Then the phone started ringing, and it didn't stop for three weeks. ------- Chapter 91: Consequences Nothing hurts more than feeling like you've let someone down, someone who believes the best about you, thinks the world of you, loves you even. To have them look at you with an almost broken-hearted look of disappointment is enough to nearly kill you inside. Now add to that feeling a steady build up of other stresses and tragedies, and you've got the recipe for a nervous breakdown. And I almost did snap too. I felt something in my brain throb and crackle and there was a bright flash of light behind my eyes. My body detached itself from my head, or seemed to, and I drifted away for a moment, deep inside myself, watching myself standing there, moaning, whimpering, letting out these weird humming sounds like a man who thinks he can just close his eyes and make it all go away. Charlotte had fainted beside me, but I didn't even notice. I was staring at the floor, trying not to look at the tears in Stephanie's eyes, or the fierce look of betrayal in Ron's. It looked like betrayal anyway. It may have just been disbelief, or even confusion. "Charlotte!" Stephanie called out, jumping from the couch to hurry over to her. I turned to look. Everything seemed like it was in slow motion, far away and echoey. All I could hear was the strange buzzing in my ear, like a bomb had gone off next to me, stunning me and striking me deaf. I later realized it was simply a panic attack I was going through. My blood pressure shot off the scale, throbbing hard in my ears, and my breathing shut down to short sharp gasps like I was drowning. That explained the stars I was seeing. That explained the feeling of being crushed in a bear hug until my head would pop. Somewhere in the distance I heard a ringing phone. Ron got up just as quickly and carried Charlotte over to the couch. I remember slurring something at him, something about how it was all supposed to be secret, just for fun, just for us. I must have sounded like a drunk. He looked at me, confused once again, and turned back to Charlotte. I finally felt my legs give out and I sagged down to the floor, bumping the back of my head into the counter that divided the kitchen from the main hall. Then I closed my eyes and everything faded away for real. When I opened them I was lying on the other couch, and Ron was dabbing my face with a wet cloth. "Just breathe, Anthony. Take a deep breath. Don't try to talk. Just breathe. Deep and slow." "It was just for us. I didn't mean to-" "Just breathe..." "Charlotte! Charlotte, wake up, honey! Charlotte!" Ron looked over at her. I just stared up at the ceiling above him, trying to remember what had just happened. Everything was blurry and fuzzy. "Just relax. We'll get this all sorted out. Just relax. You kids have done something really... bad... but we'll get it sorted out." "They must have done this while we were in Canada, just a few days ago. Oh my god! How could it have spread so quickly!?" That was Stephanie again. Her voice was shaken with emotion. The phone paused for half a second in its ringing and started up again. "When did you do this?" Ron asked me. "You were away... on your trip. We... downstairs..." "Who else was involved? Who was working the camera? The audio?" "A friend. She directed... She edit... We did the... acting." My mouth felt numb, like I couldn't make it work. "How could it spread all over the world so fast!?" Stephanie repeated. Ring... ring... ring... I wished the phone would shut up. It was making my head hurt. "Did you upload it to the internet?" Ron asked. "No. It was just for us. We didn't want any-wuh see it, ever. Someone musta stoled it. Someone muss..." "Charlotte! Charlotte, wake up! She's waking up, Ron! Charlotte?" I looked over at her, lying on the other couch. Her eyes opened. She blinked a few times, moaned long and loud as though realizing she was still in hell, and then she started crying, helpless, piteous, pathetic sobs, the cry of a girl for whom all hope was lost. "Momma..." Stephanie hugged her hard. Then sat up again, feeling her forehead for fever, checking her head for bumps. "Did you hit your head, baby? Are you hurt?" "Momma, I'm sorry. Please don't hate me." Charlotte covered her face with her hands, weeping. Her ring sparkled like sunshine. Stephanie's eyes widened when she saw it. "Momma doesn't hate you. Don't say that." "I'm sorry, momma. I don't know how it got out. I don't know what happened. It was supposed to be secret. It was... uhhhhhhhng..." Then she turned toward the edge of the couch and threw-up strawberry Slushy and ice cream all over the carpet. "Oh my god! Charlotte! Ron, I think she hit her head! I think she has a concussion." I shook my head, closing my eyes for a moment. "She didn't hit her head, Stephie," I said in my slurring, drunken voice. "She's pregnant." Stephanie had been hurrying over to get a towel from the kitchen and she suddenly slipped and fell on her ass. Charlotte turned some more, and more messy colors came out of her. "Bleeeehhh!" Ron stared at me, then at her, then turned away and put his head in his hands. I think maybe he was having a panic attack of his own. Stephanie just sat there, stunned, and then she lay down on the hallway floor. All was quiet, except for the ringing phone, until I spoke. "We were gonna tell you. We were gonna tell you all about it. That's what we came in here to say just now. But when we saw the news on TV..." Ron got up slowly. He walked over to the phone, ripped it out of the wall and threw it overhand into the fireplace where it shattered like glass into dozens of pieces. I think it was made of glass or something. Pieces of it flew everywhere. It was the first time I'd ever seen him angry. I should have been afraid, but I just felt really, really remorseful. He was such a peaceful man. Look what I'd done to him. He took a deep breath, calmed down, walked over to Stephanie and helped her to her feet. He led her up the spiral staircase to the second floor and disappeared down the hall toward their bedroom. He didn't say anything to me or Charlotte. Neither did Stephanie, once he took her arm. I lay on the couch, finally coming back to my senses, not feeling anywhere close to being okay, but at least the world seemed to reattach itself to my head. I rolled over and slid slowly onto the floor and crawled to Charlotte. She was holding her stomach and whimpering, with her eyes shut tight and her hands clutching her stomach. She was shivering, overwhelmed by stress. Her lip was quivering like she was cold. But her face felt hot. I just hugged her, feeling a strange sense of joy that she was really real, and here she was for me to hug in the darkest point of my life. She was the only thing in my world that wasn't complete and total hell. I kissed at her tears and held her hand to my face. Then I just closed my eyes and laid my head down upon her chest. Her hand moved to caress my hair. Her heart seemed to be beating slowly. It reminded me of the heartbeat in the movie. I almost expected to hear that beautiful song. Ron and Stephanie talked for a long time upstairs. They didn't yell, but I heard Steph crying every few minutes. I just held Charlotte until she stopped shaking. Then I got up and decided to clean the throw-up as well as I could. I mopped it up with a sponge, a bucket of water, and some cleaner I found under the kitchen sink. It wasn't a perfect job, but it didn't smell anymore. Then I knelt beside Charlotte again and kissed her once more. "Are you okay?" I asked. "No," she replied, barely whispering. "I've broken daddy's heart." "Who could have done it, Char? We were so careful! Steve? Mick and Janine and Sheila were the only other ones there." "I don't know. What does it matter though? It's out. We're fucked. What are we gonna do now?" "Those girls at the store... they must have seen it..." And Charlotte fell to sobbing again. "Our lives are over. What are we gonna do?" "I don't know. I just wanna run away and never show my face in public again." "I just wanna die," Charlotte said, and for the first time I felt a real sense of my responsibility in this whole mess. I'd planned it. I'd lied to so many people to make it happen. I'd carried it out. I could have stopped at any time, but I didn't. And now it was done. Now it was out and there was nothing we could do to take it back. Now the woman I loved wanted to die. And it was all on me. "Charlotte, don't say that. You don't mean that. This is bad, but our lives aren't over. We're in this together. We're gonna get through this." "I just wanna die. Why can't I just die?" Her weeping was killing me inside. It was making me wanna go to the kitchen, get a knife, and stab myself in the heart. I would have died right there and then without a second thought if it could have taken her grief away. Instead I just petted her hair. "Oh, Anthony, why does everything have to happen all at once? What did we do that was so wrong?" "We didn't do anything wrong. We just..." I didn't know how to finish that sentence though. Maybe we did do something wrong. Maybe we did a lot of things wrong. We'd certainly made a mess of things for the Lawsens, for their business, for their private personal lives, for their peaceful happy home. But how could we have known this would happen? We took every step to be careful. We took every precaution. We only made one copy and hid- Oh no... The bitter realization hit me right then. The DVD. I'd stashed it under the front seat of my truck on Sunday night. I'd completely forgotten about it and sold my truck yesterday afternoon with the DVD still in it. That salesman must have found it, copied it, released it to the world. It was all my fault after all. No. There's no way it could have gone all over the world overnight. As strange as everything was, that truly was impossible. The movie had to have already been out when he found it. The world was already looking for us. He probably just helped them find us. He probably just- "Anthony." It was Ron, standing behind the couch behind me. I was on my knees beside Charlotte cuddling and kissing her hand, lost in thought. I looked up at him. Steph was standing with him. They didn't seem angry. They didn't even seem sad. They just looked very calm. "We want to show you something, Anthony. It's very important. Charlotte, you too. Can you get up?" Charlotte sat up slowly. I helped her to her feet. She wobbled a bit but I steadied her. Stephanie offered her the wet cloth Ron had used to wipe my face with, and she cleaned up around the edge of her mouth. Then she went to the sink and got some water. She walked slowly, on shaky legs, tears still streaming down her face. She looked like she didn't want to look into her parents' eyes. "We want to show you what you've done with your lives. I hope you're prepared." I looked at him, confused. He wasn't holding anything. He didn't lead us upstairs or downstairs. He just stood there staring, waiting for Charlotte. "What is it?" I asked. He picked up the remote from the couch and turned the TV back on. There was a shot of a small suburban neighborhood taken from a helicopter where a single house was thronged by a massive crowd in the street. "Besieged!" the caption read. The sound was muted. I couldn't tell what I was looking at right away, but as the helicopter swung around I recognized a red car in the driveway. Ron nodded at me. Charlotte covered her mouth with her hand. "Go look outside," he said. We walked hand-in-hand toward the door and as we approached we heard the faint chopping of a helicopter. I pulled it open and heard the murmuring of voices, a whole lot of voices. We opened the door and stepped out onto the front step. There were hundreds of them, thousands maybe. They filled the entire street. They suddenly fell to an awed hush when we stepped out. The helicopter fluttered above us. A moment later the mob went wild. The roar was deafening. They all erupted at once as we stepped onto the front stairs holding hands. I got chills. Every hair on my body stood on end all at once. I tingled all over. I shuddered. They whistled, they screamed, they pumped their fists in the air and they hollered at the top of their lungs. Girls were weeping, jumping up and down, squealing and swooning, shutting things at us between hands cupped around their mouths. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but it looked like something joyous. There were so many tear-streaked faces, so many hands clutched against hearts, or holding other hands above each other's heads. Charlotte and I just stood there in shock, shaking like we were standing on the fault line of our own personal earthquake. Ron and Stephanie stood behind us in the doorway, just as stunned as we were. They had apparently looked out the window upstairs and seen what was going on, flicked on the television, and then come down to tell us. "Looks like you're a hit," Ron said. "But, why?" Charlotte said. I didn't get it either. It was just a movie, wasn't it? A thin little blond girl with tears flowing down her smiling face held up a placard that said: "I like who I am! I'm not afraid!" Another one with a picture of two hands holding a heart over the planet earth said: "The world is solved like a puzzle!" There were more, but we couldn't make out the writing. They started chanting the lines from the movie, all in unison. A group of girls began it over by the driveway, and soon the entire crowd had joined in. Charlotte and I stood in awe. They already had it memorized, word for word, all of them. And they were shouting it at the top of their lungs, wanting to let us know that they'd heard us, and that they understood. "Love won't make you suddenly flawless and perfect, but it'll take away the fear that keeps you from fighting towards it. Love is the path toward perfection, not the destination. You walk it, if you're not afraid, with everyone in your life who cares about every beautiful thing they see inside you. You go all the way to the end with the one person who sees more deeply inside you than anyone else on earth, even you." They paused, just like in the movie, and then continued. "I'm not gonna live forever. I'm gonna die someday. And when I go, I want to know that I mattered to at least one person in this world. That's the whole purpose of my life..." And the cheers exploded all over again when they were done, louder than ever. A young girl, thirteen, maybe fourteen, held up a placard above the crowd, hand-written in bright red letters: YOU MATTER TO ME! And Charlotte pressed her face into my shoulder, crying once again. "You'd better get used to this," Ron said. "It's gonna be crazy like this for a few days. Maybe even a few weeks." And then I saw my mother. She pushed through the crowd and hopped over the waist-high hedge at the corner of the yard opposite the driveway, and came running across the yard. Uh-oh! Suddenly I imagined she was here to tear a strip off of the Lawsens for ruining her son's life. The crowd went quiet for a moment, watching the lady hurry towards us. I stepped off the stoop and stumbled forward to meet her. She caught me in a hug and just stood there bawling her eyes out. "Mom!" I said. "What are you doing here?" "It's his mom!" someone shouted from the street, and the crowd went wild all over again. "What have you done!? My crazy silly boy! What have you done!?" But she wasn't sad or angry. They were tears of joy. "Come here. I want you to meet the Lawsens, Charlotte's parents." I led her over and introduced them. She shook their hands and hugged Charlotte hard, kissing her on the cheek. "I saw the video! I saw you guys on the news and I couldn't get a hold of you, so I downloaded the video from work. It was... astonishing! I don't know what to say. I walked out of my shift and came right over to see you. What have you done!?" "There's more," Stephanie told her, smiling at us. "Anthony, you wanna tell her the other news?" "Mom! Mom, I... I have to tell you something else." "What? What else have you done?" "Charlotte's pregnant. She's gonna have a baby, mom. My baby. We're getting married." Her jaw dropped. I didn't know whether she was upset or overjoyed. She just looked stunned. Charlotte held up her hand and showed her the ring. She looked at it and then at me, puzzled. "I sold the truck, mom. I got $3000 for it. I bought Charlotte the ring and asked her to marry me last night. She said yes." The crowd exploded into thunderous applause once again, and this time they even drowned out the helicopter. Charlotte turned and showed her ring to the mob of people and then turned and kissed me, as if to say "too bad, girls! This one's landed!" They didn't seem anything but happy for us. We were, apparently, their heroes, the new icons of true love. Ron waved at the crowd and ushered us into the house. We talked for hours, spilling the entire story to them, from the moment the idea first came to us, to the moment we walked into the door at about six o'clock. Our parents listened intently the whole time, asking questions, staying calm, being patient and understanding, especially when we told them how terribly sorry we were for deceiving them. We were paying the price for that now. The consequences were overwhelming, both good and bad. Ron held up his hands to interrupt. "So this Sheila Unger, does anyone else know that she was involved? Your lives have been turned upside down. There's no reason why her life has to be wrecked as well." "Nobody knows, as far as we know. She used only our initials in the credits. People might be able to guess, but it would only be a guess." "There were no credits in the internet version," mom told us. "It just ended after the last quotation." "I wanna see this thing," Stephanie said. "Can we go watch it?" Ron got up and we all followed him down to his office in the basement. It was opposite the laundry room and bathroom, on the other side of the stairs, a door in the corner of the basement that led into a room next to the studio. "This must be where you make your... productions?" mom said, seeing the cameras surrounding the bed. "Yes it is," Stephanie replied. Mom, over the past few hours had apparently let go of her prejudices and seemed absolutely charmed by Stephanie. She was still in a daze—we all were—but she was a long way off from the screaming fit I'd expected her to throw. We stepped into the office and went to the computer. A quick internet search led us to the "Beautiful Poetry Sex Thing" and we downloaded it. The quality wasn't exactly DVD-level, but you could see everything clear enough. Ron, Stephanie, and mom watched it in wide-eyed wonder. I especially studied Ron's reaction. He was a movie buff, a director and producer—he knew his stuff, and when I saw the far-away look of amazement in his eyes, I suddenly felt a million times better. "Sheila did all this, knowing we were broken up," Charlotte whispered. "She wanted us to get back together, even though she's been desperately in love with Anthony for years." All three women were crying. Ron still looked amazed. "How long did it take her to edit this? It's... brilliant! Absolutely... astonishing!" Apparently I'd missed something. I knew it was good, but here was Ron talking about it like it was an epic masterpiece. Maybe it was. He'd know. "You're so beautiful, you guys!" Stephanie said, sniffling. "No wonder there are ten thousand kids out there." Suddenly I saw the thing again and it seemed brand new. I saw it through the eyes of the girls at the convenience store. I saw it through the eyes of Miss Ashton at school, and Geraldine Meskaleck, and dozens of other people as the songs and quotes rolled by. I was a little astonished myself. "And that's you singing, Char?" Ron asked. "Yes, daddy." A tear spilled down his cheek. He loved his daughter so much it was almost exploding inside him, suddenly I understood that a whole lot better as I watched the ending again through his eyes. They were quiet for a while, and then they looked over at Charlotte and I. We were standing there holding hands, staring at them sheepishly. Eventually Ron spoke. "You have to understand the big picture here, guys. We nearly lost Steph yesterday. She's back now, but she's been through something that no woman should ever have to endure. It's gonna take a long time for her to ever feel safe again, if she ever does. And there are more nuts jobs out there. "And then, when we've barely shaken that stress off, we turn on the news and find out our daughter's suddenly an international celebrity with her own homemade sex video. We find out she's lied to us, gone behind our backs with her boyfriend who we trusted explicitly. She's defied our rules, and completely and totally made a mess of all our lives, our lives that we've worked so hard to keep quiet and peaceful in spite of our success. "And then five minutes later we find out she's pregnant too. You have to understand how mind-bending that is, to- to try and deal with that all at once. It's a wonder I didn't throw a chair through the window. But I brought Stephanie upstairs and we talked about it. We came to some decisions about what this all means, and what it doesn't mean. And just went we were ready to tear ten strips off of you and lay down the biggest punishment a teenager's ever faced, we look out the window and realize that you've... changed the world... "So we stop and really think about what that news anchor was saying, about the reaction of kids all over the world, and everything else. Then we turn on the news again, and there's more of it. It's everywhere, on almost every channel! Girls crying, people hugging, talking about how they just want to be beautiful, just want to finally love themselves for real and not be afraid of what anyone thinks any more, and just be naked and real, and truly know love, 'like the girl in the poetry sex video.' "And then we go outside and see them all, their faces, their voices, their cheers, their signs, their tears. They believe these words you've shared in this video, guys. They really do. This world's done nothing but tell kids they're worthless unless they have wild meaningless sex, and buy a certain brand of soda pop and bubblegum, and dress like whores and listen to trashy music. "Now you've come along and changed all that. We can see it with our own eyes. "And this Sheila Unger. I don't know what to say about her. She comes out of left field, with no training at all, and makes something so... pure genius, that says so many things on so many levels, all in such a short amount of time. People will be studying this thing for years and they may not figure it all out. The layers are astonishing. The depth of- of sound, and motion, and color, and cuts, and cross-cuts, and focus, and angles, and timing, and her use of silence... and song, and... just everything! I could learn so much from this girl. I'm anxious to ask her how she did it. I'm ready to offer her a job for god's sake." Ron was getting excited, talking about film. His voice had been getting louder. He realized it and paused, taking a breath and calming down. "But there are consequences, guys. More than you realize. Surely you know what you're risking now, in light of what's happened to Stephanie. There are maniacs out there. There are psychos and lunatics who are watching this thing and not seeing beauty and love. They're seeing a teenage girl who they would get off on hurting, maybe even killing. For the rest of your lives you're gonna have to be guarded, watched, protected. It is a beautiful world out there, full of love and peace and potential. You've shown us that with this little movie of yours. But there's bad guys too. I think you realize that. I'm not just saying this to scare you. "Yes, I can hire bodyguards. I can even get someone to watch over your mom until this thing cools off a bit, but the peaceful days of just going for a moonlit stroll all by yourselves are over. You realize that, don't you?" "Yeah..." "But everything's gonna be okay," Ron continued. "You're having a baby. The idea takes some getting used to, but we have enough resources to deal with that as well. You're gonna finish school, get college degrees and make something of yourselves, both of you, even if we have to bring the college to you. You haven't lost your happily ever after yet. You've got a hard road ahead, but we're gonna be here to help. "Most of all, we want you to know we still love you. And we're so proud of you we could burst. You have no idea. I'm sure your mom agrees too, Anthony." "I do," my mom said. Nothing feels better than knowing that the ones you love the most are proud of you, that someone believes the best about you, thinks the world of you, and still loves you, even though you've made the biggest blunder of your entire life. To have them look at you with an almost broken-hearted look of joyous pride is enough to nearly kill you inside. It seemed to take away all of the other stresses and tragedies that had built up around us, and all in a single instant, suddenly all was right with the world again. Except for one thing. Sheila. ------- Chapter 92: Curtains I found her in the dark, in the basement, this time with no music playing. All was quiet. I made my way over to her bedside and found her sleeping. Above her bed was a basement window, covered with heavy blanket that blocked out all light. I stood up and unhooked the corner of it from the nail that held it in place. It fell away and light spilled into the room. Then I sat down beside her again. I put my hand on her leg. Her eyes opened, squinting at me. She lifted her right hand to shield them. "Ant?" she said, in a thin, croaky voice. "Wake up, wake up. You've changed the world, my friend." "Huh? What are you talking about?" She rubbed her eyes, sneering at the dusty sunbeam that violated her artificial night. "The movie's out." "What movie?" "Charlotte's Movie." "It is?" "It is. It's all over the world. Haven't you been watching the news?" "I haven't been out of this bed. What the hell is going on?" "You've changed the world, my dear. That's what's going on." "Changed the world? How?" "Someone got a hold of a copy of the movie and uploaded it to the Net. Within a matter of days it's spread all over the world. It's changing people's lives, She. You wouldn't believe it if I told you. I don't believe it myself, but it's really happening." "What? What's happening? I don't know what you're saying?" "The movie is out, Sheila! It's all over the fucking world! It's everywhere! Last I heard, it's been translated into nine different languages. Wake up, wake up! The world's changed because of you. Kids are talking about true love and just being themselves and not caring what other people think anymore, and just being naked, and true, and honest, and finding meaning in love. And it's all because of you." "This is some kind of joke. I don't believe you." "I just came from the Lawsen's. Ron's talking about offering you a job as a director for Lawsen Publications. Maybe not in porn, but I think he's been wanting to branch out into legitimate film anyway. He says he's been considering for a while. Then, when he saw your movie, he says you inspired him to go for it once and for all." "If you're yanking my chain, I'm gonna kill you, Ant." "He wants me to write a script, Sheila, and he wants you to direct. He's even gonna pay us the standard market salaries! For you that's about $250,000!" Sheila's voice choked. "Anthony don't fuck around with me! That's cruel!" "I'm not! You need to get upstairs and turn on the news! Open up these god damn curtains of yours and let the world in again!" "You're really serious!" I nodded. She sat up and hugged her knees, shaking a bit. She sat like that for the longest time. She was crying. I was so happy for her I wanted to cry too. "You have no idea what this means to me," she said. "About the same as it means to me, Sheila." "No. It means more to me. Way more." "How come? What's up?" She looked up at me. Her eyes were weary, aged beyond her year. "You really wanna know?" I nodded, wanting to hug her. But she seemed like she was afraid to touch me. "I got an email a few days ago, from a friend of mine, Ralph, from New Zealand. We belong to an amateur film makers group online. We've been friends for a few years now. He told me the movie was out. He told me to brace myself because shit's gonna hit the fan in a big way." "How'd he know it was your movie, Sheila?" I asked, though I already knew the answer. Suddenly I realized the whole truth. Suddenly I understood the weariness in her eyes. "Because I was the one who sent it to him," she said. "I'm sorry, Anthony. I shouldn't have done it. I've made a mess of everything, I've destroyed all our lives. But I just had to share it with at least one person, someone who understands the full extent of what I made. I poured my whole heart into it. I just had to share it. It was like sharing myself with someone who really understood, who wasn't so wrapped up in their own problems, they couldn't see the big picture. But it was selfish and thoughtless. I'm so sorry." "You shared your heart and you changed the world." "There's more, Anthony." Her tone went grave; her crying stilled. "What, She? What?" "I knew the shit was gonna hit the fan. I saw it coming. I knew I'd destroyed your life with my selfishness, and I couldn't face it. I couldn't bare the idea that I'd hurt you in any way. I didn't even want to live anymore." "What are you saying, Sheila?" "Look in the trunk, Anthony. Look in the trunk." I unlocked the trunk with the little key she gave me and lifted the lid. The porn was gone, every single movie, every book and every magazine—gone. The chest was completely empty except for a picture of me, a letter in a sealed envelope with my name on it, and a bottle of sleeping pills. "Sheila..." "What do you suppose that note says, Anthony?" "Oh my god, Sheila..." "It says that ever since I've known you, you've been my one true love, that your every hurt kills me inside, that you're the most beautiful person on earth, every tear in your eye stabs me through the heart. It says I'd rather die than see you hurt in any way, especially if it's my fault, and this is all my fault. It says that I'm gonna get in a bath, take the bottle of pills, slash my veins open in the hot water, and bleed to death by candlelight and soft music, dreaming that once upon a time you might have been mine. It's says I love you with all my heart. And it says I'm sorry." "Oh my god, Sheila! How could y-!?" "I've got nobody, Ant! I'm all alone! You've got Char. I've got nobody! Just my songs, my memories, and my pointless dreams. I didn't see any reason to go on. I didn't see any point to my life at all, especially after I've hurt you so badly." "But you didn't go through with it." "I almost did. I filled the bath. I got the candles and CD player going. I put the knife on the edge of the tub, I had a glass of apple juice ready beside it. But when I was getting into the bath the knife fell. I knocked over the apple juice and slipped on it, I sliced my knee open on a broken piece of glass, and knocked myself out on the floor." "Are you okay?" "I've got a cut on my knee and a bump on my head. But I could have been dead." "You didn't go through with it." Sheila started crying once again, and this time she didn't stop. She whispered with a voice that only wanted to weep; her words cut through the darkness like a dusty sunbeam. "While I was laying there unconscious, I had a dream, Ant. For the first time in months, I had a dream. I saw daddy. He was standing on a train platform in front of a black train, holding a movie camera. I walked up to him and asked him if he was really real. He just smiled. He took my suitcase from me and gave me the camera instead. You know what he said to me? He said 'Just wait a little while longer, cupcake. Everything will be okay... ' When I woke up, I couldn't go through with it. I laid there on the floor for the rest of the night, crying my eyes out. He gave me a camera, Ant. He gave me a camera." "He did," I said, wiping away a tear from my cheek. "He really did." Then she grabbed me and hugged me with all her might, and cried out every last bit of hurt she'd been bottling up for the past five years, a whole third of her life. "I love you, Sheila. You're my best friend. Don't you ever go anywhere." "Everything's gonna be all right now," she replied. "I've changed the world. Now I've just gotta open up and talk to my mom." I looked down at the beam of light spilling across her legs and saw the little cut on her knee. "Wait here," I said. I went to the washroom, came back a moment later, and knelt down in front of her. I cleaned the cut on her knee with a warm wash cloth and applied a Band-aid. Then I bent down and kissed it, and finally everything was right with the world. ------- Chapter 93: Advice to a Young Man It was weeks before life finally got back to normal for us, if anything could be considered normal. We literally could not go anywhere the first week. Every trip to the store had us mobbed by screaming girls. Sometimes men and women joined in too. Every time we walked into the cafeteria, the whole school erupted in cheers. Forget about going to movies or restaurants. There were nut cases too, religious types and whackos who threw things at us, hurled insults, or tried to grab us and yell at us about our sins. Occasionally, guys tried to proposition or outright grab Charlotte, but she was never out in public alone, especially at night. We were invited to do interviews on various talk shows and news programs. Everybody wanted to hear our story. We even got an offer to make a movie out of it. We turned that down too. We really didn't need the money, and we already had all the fame we could stomach. Another guy offered us a million dollars if he could write our story into a novel. Charlotte said no. If anyone was gonna write our story, it would be me, not some two-bit hack who would rape the soul right out of it going for all the juicy sensationalism. Charlotte and I got literally dozens of offers a week for sex. Both of us got propositioned by both guys and girls, constantly. We politely turned them down—especially the strangers—but after a while it became harder to be patient and graceful. We soon got to the point of just turning and walking away whenever the issue came up. We were never rude to anyone, but man it got old pretty quick, even from the hottest hotties. Other people wanted to film us making out, even kissing and groping each other, and that was just way too creepy. "There's already a movie all over the internet, if you wanna see that." As Charlotte's pregnancy began to show more and more, the offers dwindled for her. But things got harder on me. You'd be surprised how many girls were trying to use Charlotte's pregnancy against her, as though it made her less desirable to me and gave them an opportunity to steal me away. People like that are just gross. Most of them were thrilled of course, and supported us a hundred percent, but there are always bad apples in the bunch. I mostly ignored them, but some of the more aggressive ones, I had to tell where to go and how fast they should try to get there. We got letters. We got phone calls. We got photos sent to us. Most of them were from fans who were inspired by our movie. Some were creepy, with photos attached with way too much information. Some were of course threats from religious nutters, warnings of hell and damnation, you name it. Because we all know, if you wanna covert someone to your cause, the best way to go about it is to tell them God is just ready, willing, and eager to destroy them. Idiots. Probably the strangest thing of all is that people wanted to know everything we were interested in—our favorite foods, our favorite movies, what style of clothes we liked, what kind of music we listened to. Within a few weeks, half the girls in the city had dyed their hair blonde and were wearing the same styles as Charlotte. The rest of them had the t-shirts people had made with lines from our movie printed on them. Others had t-shirts with our pictures on them, or screenshots from the movie. It sounds weird to say, but I almost got sick of seeing myself after a while. I mean, I was just me. Nothing was really different than when I'd been just an average nobody. It was just crazy. Steve and Sheila got some attention too. It was eventually revealed (by certain students in our school) that they were the ones involved in the production with us. Steve's mom was of course mortified and nearly disowned him, but his dad got really busy trying to figure out how to make money off of his son's new-found stardom. Steve got interviewed a few times by the news around our city, but he didn't talk much. The best thing that happened to him was he got some job offers to be in television production. Shelia was the real brains behind the operation though. That could not be hidden. She got all kinds of offers to be interviewed. People wanted to know her life story as well, and how she got involved with us. She turned them down and only did one television interview with a talk show host she actually had respect for and had always wanted to meet. The best thing that happened to her was the offer she got to attend a very prestigious art school in New York. She accepted of course, and Ron agreed to pay all her expenses on the condition that she direct at least one movie for Lawsen publications after she graduated. Sheila also got a chance to go on an all-expense paid cruise with her mom, after telling the talk show host she hadn't had a chance to spend much alone time with Vanessa since her dad died. She took two weeks off school and they came back tanned and smiling from the Bahamas. The talk show's producer also arranged for a professional family therapist to accompany them, and they came back much closer than I'd ever seen them. They weren't perfect of course, but the improvement was obvious. I was happy for them. Mom started seeing this guy Dave more and more. He was a doctor at one of the hospitals she worked at, a divorcee like her. I was happy for her. I was also happy that it made her not mind so much if I spent half my life at the Lawsens'. If she'd been all alone, I'd have felt really bad. Amy was doing okay, up in Kelowna. She started calling more and more though, feeling upset about the fights she was getting in with her grandparents. We tried our best to smooth things over from afar, but there was only so much we could do. The house was just too small for the three of them. And a teenage girl was just too much to deal with for a couple of retired seniors ... and vice versa I suppose. It was decided somewhere around that time, that Charlotte and I should leave for Canada to look after Amy. It was originally Stephanie's idea. We could live in Amy's mom's house, which had been sitting vacant the past few months, take care of her and practice being a family until the baby came. Amy had school to finish before she came to live with the Lawsen's permanently. She was staying with her grandparents now, but that couldn't last for the next few years. And since Charlotte and I had to move out on our own with our baby soon anyway, we all figured we might as well go there. Amy could help us with the baby and we could help her with school and such. (It was also seen as a way to help us to lay low for a while, get us away from the weirdos and religious nuts around the neighborhood. But that part was left implied, not spoken of directly. ) Charlotte was thrilled with the idea. She ran to the phone to call her sister and tell her the good news. The hardest part about the plan was breaking the news to my mom. She didn't like the idea of me leaving for a whole other country, but she eventually saw the wisdom in it. We decided to leave right after school was done. Then we dove head first into our exams and passed with good grades in spite of all the chaos. And even though we weren't seniors, we were invited out to the prom as honored guests of the graduating class. This is where the story continues, because the day before the prom, Charlotte had nothing to wear. Ron and Stephanie were like a second set of parents to me by then. I slept over there so much, ate so many dinners with them, watched so many great movies, and even went on a few family trips with them. They soon began joking about adopting me as a son, to which Charlotte added, "Son-in-law, soon enough." When Charlotte came home begging her mom to take her shopping for the prom, Ron offered to take me along too. We jumped in the car and headed off to the local mall. Charlotte and Steph went one way. Me and Ron went another. It was one of the first moments I ever spent an extended period of time alone with him, and I'll remember it for the rest of my life. "What do you feel like wearing tomorrow, Anthony?" "I dunno. I've never done this before." "Your dad never took you shopping for clothes?" "Not since I was a kid. He left us quite a while ago." "So Charlotte tells us. That must have been tough to get through." "I dunno. I guess it was, at first. Then you just get used to it and it's like, you can't even remember what it used to be like when he was there." We were strolling through the mall and I was trying to ignore the girls staring and pointing at me. Luckily it was a weekday morning, and most of them were in school. But there were a few who were done their exams already, just like Charlotte and I were. "I moved out from my parents by the time I was fifteen," Ron said. "As soon as I got my first job, dad started insisting I pay my way around the house. Fifty dollars here, a hundred dollars there. One time he demanded my entire paycheck because they had a big repair bill on the house that he claimed was partly my fault. It wasn't of course, but I paid him anyway. But after that I started searching for my own apartment. I found this dinky little one bedroom place for two hundred a month. I was probably the only fifteen-year-old in town with his own apartment, but I felt like a king. I worked hard. I paid my bills. I kept the place clean. I even had my mom over for supper a couple times. My dad wouldn't come though. He called me an ungrateful bastard and rarely spoke to me again." Ron led me into a formalwear store and waved the sales clerk away who swept down upon us like a vulture the moment we set foot on the carpet. "I learned a lot of important lessons in those years," he said. He held a few jackets up against me, moving from rack to rack as he talked. "I learned the value of money. I learned the importance of hard work and dedication. I learned the hard way that people will try to rip you off every chance they get, especially when you're a kid." A young lady walked up and asked me for my autograph. Nothing new. I smiled and signed her shirt with a black marker. Then she went away again. Ron didn't even look up from the clothes rack he was flipping through. "I dropped out of school at some point. I wasn't learning much anyway, going to school half dead from working a late shift. Once school was done I was able to work fulltime and then the real money started coming in. And let me tell you I worked my ass off at those jobs. I worked at a movie theater and as a bellhop in a hotel. Neither were as much fun as they sound. I studied in the library at night because I knew I'd have to go back to school eventually if I wanted something more than minimum wage jobs. Plus I liked keeping my mind active after a long day of repetitive drudgery. I basically just checked out all the textbooks I'd had in school and read through them cover to cover. You learn a lot more from those things when you're doing it because you want to, and not just to get the bare minimum to pass a test. The history books were most fascinating to me. I think that's how I originally got the idea to get into movie making, day dreaming about turning those old historical characters into action heroes." "That would be cool. Abraham Lincoln vs. John Wilkes Booth. Bang! Bang!" "Write me a script, man. I'd totally do that." "I will." We were done in that first store. We walked out without buying anything. "So did you eventually go back and finish school?" "Nope. I tried to enroll the next September, but the principal basically laughed at me and told me to go back to whatever junk yard I'd crawled out of. I was stunned of course, and pretty intimidated, but as I looked around at the dead-eyed morons who would be my classmates, I realized I was way more advanced than any one of them. I had a life already. I had bills. I had keys to my own place in my pocket while they were all still sucking their mommies' teats. The kicker was, there was this teacher creating a poster on the hallway floor. I glanced at it as I walked by and told her Thomas Jefferson wasn't president until 1801. He was vice president in 1796. This old bitch's jaw just dropped and she made some excuse about him being president either way. I just shook my head, realizing once and for all that I didn't even need to be in school." We headed into another store. "Now, I'm not telling you not to take school seriously. Fuck no. I'd kill you if you dropped out now. It's a different world we live in these days. Even back then, dropping out cost me a lot. I was just too stubborn to realize it at the time. Most of all it cost me in social skills. Believe it or not, I was a very awkward kid. I had no idea how to talk to people. I just did my work and went home. I read my books and went to bed. And then I did it all over again, and that was pretty much my life for a whole year. And forget about girls. All I saw in girls was just a pretty face who wanted to spend your money. Mostly that was true, but at the time I thought they were all like that." "And then you met Stephanie." "Yup. I walked into a diner in my neighborhood and there she was. It wasn't love at first site or anything. I mean, she was amazingly beautiful, but I just saw her as eye candy for the first few weeks, until I got to know her better. I was a regular, not knowing how to cook much for myself. We spent a lot of time chit chatting as she cleaned up for closing time. Eventually I got to like her. She must have thought I was a complete dork, but she never said so. She always treated me with respect. At some point we agreed to see a movie together, just as friends, but somehow we wound up making out in the theater. Apparently she liked me a lot more than she'd let on. I guess she thought it was cool that I had my own place and all that. Anyway, it took off from there. Pretty soon we were seeing each other constantly. And within three weeks we'd gone all the way, which was quite a big deal back then." "That was around 1985?" I asked, counting a back from Charlotte's birthday in 1986. "Eighty-four, eighty-five. Somewhere around there. Anyway, we screwed like bunnies every day at my place, after she got out of school. Then she would head off to work and I'd go visit her some more over there. Eventually, I just asked her to be my girlfriend. She was actually my first girlfriend, my first lover, and later, my first love. I never told her about the virginity thing though, until we'd already been doing it for months. I was too embarrassed. I used to ask her all kinds of questions about sex, what her past lovers were like, what turned her on about them, what turned her off. We talked and talked and it never even occurred to me to be jealous of her other lovers. She was the goddess of everything sexy to me. I honestly thought I was lucky to be with her. It wasn't all smooth and perfect of course. We got in all kinds of fights. Some were ridiculous nonsense fights. Some were serious. We almost broke up a couple of times in fact." "How'd you guys keep it together? I mean, when the going got tough." "Well this is something I've been wanting to talk to you about, Anthony. You're going away soon, and you're gonna have a lot of responsibilities, a lot of worries. I wanted to chat with you about some stuff before you went, if that's okay. Things are gonna be hard for you and Charlotte too, as you may already know. But there's a few keys you two have to hold onto if you want it to last forever." "Maybe I should write these down," I said, only half joking. "Nope. They're pretty basic, common sense ideas. Most people fail in relationships, not because they don't know these basics, but because they're too caught up in themselves to apply them." Now we were at a coffee shop, and he was ordering a coffee. He got me a bottle of juice too and we sat down at a table. "Now, what was I talking about again?" "Keys to staying together forever." "Oh yeah. Okay. You ready for this?" "Shoot." "The most important thing in the world, if two people want to stay together forever is to stay in love." "What do you mean? Isn't that obvious?" "No. The key word here is in love. Couples who have been together a while will say they love each other, but that magical in-love feeling they had when they first fell for each other is gone. They get comfortable with each other, and start taking one another for granted. Once that happens, it's pretty much over already, except for maybe a stubborn commitment to the idea of the relationship. Never, ever, ever take the person you love for granted. I can not stress that enough. You need to wake up every single day and remind yourself that you're the luckiest bastard alive just be lying next to this beautiful, beautiful person." "Even if it's not true?" I said, remembering my own parents. The fights they used to have were cruel and bitter at the worst of times. "No!" he corrected me, grabbing my shoulders for emphasis. "It's always true. You're always lucky to be with a beautiful person. Most people just forget though. They forget because they allow themselves to get comfortable and take their lover for granted. They get selfish and self-centered and start worrying about me, me, me all the time. Then they break up, find some new nobody and start fussing and fawning over them like the sun, moon, and stars, and meanwhile, the person who put in all those years with them was getting nothing. And somehow it was their ex's fault. I'm telling you to wake up each morning like it was the morning after you first fell in love with this gorgeous creature. Do that for the rest of your life, and you will never, ever lose them." "But things aren't always gonna be perfect. You're not always gonna feel nutty romantic over them. Are you supposed to lie?" "Well, this brings me to the second basic principle of love. You have to be committed to the love one hundred percent, with all your heart and soul and mind. You have to face every problem you come across with the attitude that you two are on the same team. Every fight you get into should be a fight for each other, not against each other. I hear so many people tell me that they love their children literally to death, that they would forgive anything and love them no matter what, but they can't stand their partners. Meanwhile, they didn't even choose their children. Their children just sort of happened to them, and the partner they did choose somehow gets outside this circle of devotion and becomes expendable if the going gets tough. I don't understand that ... at all. I chose Stephanie. I love Charlotte with all my soul, and Amy too. But I chose Stephanie. Do you see what I'm saying? I will cherish that woman my entire life. Charlotte is my daughter, Amy is my daughter, but Stephanie is the other half of my soul. Every decision I make, I make with her happiness and security in mind. And that's not a burden or a chore. Because I'm so damn grateful that she chose me as well. Loving her like that defines me; it's an essential part of the core of who I am. Is this making sense to you?" I was looking down at my juice, thinking as he spoke, so I guess maybe he thought I didn't get it. I did. "Completely," I said. "But don't you even feel an inkling of jealousy, when you think about her being with other men? I mean, I try my hardest to let go of all that with Charlotte, but the feeling is still there-" "Here's the third key: talk to each other. Talk through everything. Be her best friend. Listen to her, no matter how long she talks for. Women don't want solutions to their problems like guys do. A guy talks to his buddies and he says the problem is A, B, and C, and his buddy will tell him, well you gotta do X, Y, and Z. Problem solved. But for women, talking itself is the solution. Nothing makes her feel closer to you than just having you listen to what she has to say, and I mean, really listening, looking at her, hanging on her every word, putting her thoughts into your own words so that she knows you've heard her. Your biggest impulse is to say, what about me? What about what I wanna say? But just let that go. Wait for her to ask, and she will ask. Don't worry about that. Because her second biggest need, other than the need to be heard and understood, is the need to know you inside and out. It helps her to feel like she owns your heart. So just wait your turn, and she'll let you talk for hours. "The other thing talking does for you is it solves all your problems. Every crisis you face, every dilemma, every hang-up and let-down you have in your life, she's there for you. She's in your corner. She's on your team. She's got your back. And the sex, Anthony! When you know a woman's soul inside and out to the point where you don't even have to speak ... wow! You would not believe the hours and hours and hours Steph and I spend talking. And then when it comes time for sex, well, I can't even explain it. Let's just say, I've never been too big on religion, but sex with your soul mate is a billion times better than anything else. When the church folks talk about how two become one, you'll know it when you make love to a woman who owns your soul, and knows everything there is to know about it. No other woman could possibly compete with that, and no other man will ever be able to get in the same galaxy as her heart when she's given it over to you completely. So jealousy? No. There's no such thing. Fear of rejection? Wounded pride? Steph would literally die before she said anything bad about me. And I have complete and total respect for her and everything she's about. When I make movies with her, I consider it a high honor. Not some kind of betrayal or dilution of our love as some put it. She simply is beautiful to me in everything she does, and if I can capture that beauty and show it to the world, I win. The money is just a bonus." "But because of the money you guys have, you don't have a lot of the problems and fights most other couples have. You don't have the same stress and worries." "That may be true, my boy. But we weren't always rich. We didn't get rich the week after we met. It took years to build up to where we are now. And in those years we fought, we bickered, we hurt each other, over and over and over. She was a pain in the ass and she drove me nuts, and I'm sure she felt the same way about me. But we were always committed to our love. We were always committed to the person we knew the other could become. We were always on the same team. We talked everything through, every single time. And then we fucked like animals to burn all the stress away. And then we talked some more." Now I was reminded of me and Charlotte, the fights we'd had, and the make-up sex after. It was always amazing. "And you were always in love, not just saying you loved her. You always felt in love?" "Well, that revelation came later. I realized I was head over heels in love with her as I watched her changing Charlotte's diaper one day. I can't even explain it. She just looked so astonishingly beautiful, caring for our daughter, singing to her, cuddling her. I just suddenly fell madly in love with her all over again and made a vow to myself that I would always hold on to that feeling until the day I die. Just like you said in your video, I'm gonna die someday knowing that I loved one person my whole life, and she loved me with all her soul." "Wow. That's amazing." "Now the only other thing I wanted to talk to you about is money. Like you said, if life is stressful and weighing you down, and you're always broke, and always miserable, you're not gonna feel too romantic. You're not gonna feel like talking until dawn when you have to work in the morning. So you're gonna have to become successful with money as well as with love." "And how do I do that?" "Working hard isn't enough. You can work your ass off for fifty years or more and never get off the treadmill of living from paycheck to paycheck. So give up that idea right now. Nobody ever became successful by making someone else rich. What you're gonna have to do is create something that'll make money for you even while you sleep. I'm guessing, you're gonna lean towards writing, and that'll do it, when you get up the ladder high enough. You've already got a head start too, so that's good. Hell, after that movie you guys made, you could write a dirty limerick on a bathroom wall and it would become an overnight best-seller. The point is, you gotta create something that makes money for you, a system that works for you, so you don't have to work, so you can focus on your real treasures. Maybe it won't be writing. Maybe it'll be something totally different, but whatever it is, it has to be valuable to someone other than yourself. Some people build businesses. Some people invent new products. Some create art. Some people get rich off of ideas. As long as it's valuable to the most amount of people possible, you'll get rich. Whatever it is for you, do it with all your heart. Dream big and fight for your dream with unwavering courage until the day you die." "That seems simple enough. How come everyone's not rich?" "Because they don't believe in their dreams, I guess, or because their dreams are only valuable to themselves. I happened to land the most beautiful woman on earth and she took care of both those obstacles for me. She absolutely refused to let be anything less than the god she saw me as in her heart, and I guess her dream came true..." He smiled to himself as though recalling some secret memory. I sipped at my juice, waiting for him to continue. He turned over his napkin and began sketching a tree on it, with a pen he pulled from his pocket. "Investments are important too," he continued. "I mean, there's successful, and then there's wealthy. If you want to be wealthy, you have to invest wisely. Put your money to work for you. Let it grow and leave it alone. Don't obsess over it. In the end, money is just a tool. The real purpose of wealth is freedom. Always keep your promises to business partners. Always pay your bills. Always repay debts, if you acquire any, but remember that money is just a tool. Do not let it run your life. Let it go and watch it grow. The freer you are with investing it, the more it comes back to you. You reap what you sow and all that jazz. Don't screw anyone over or your success is meaningless." "My mom has some sort of college fund set aside for me. She started it when I was kid. I'm not sure how much it's up to now." "Smart lady. You'd be surprised how few parents do that. Most of them are on the treadmill all their lives and never think beyond the end of the month. But you're not gonna get caught up in that, right?" "No way!" "Good. The only other thing to say is to avoid all the bad shit: drugs, booze, strange women, over-eating, gambling—all that shit can mess you up good. You would not believe how often Steph and I get offered drugs. We've had people literally drop ten-thousand dollar bags of cocaine into our laps. I guess their idea was to get us hooked good and have a steady supply of income off of us that would eventually add up to millions. Not a chance. You see, with drugs, well they basically replace your natural ability to feel pleasure with an artificial high. Eventually you don't feel anything anymore except shitty when you don't have the drugs. It eats away at a person's soul and leaves them a puppet on a string for the dealer. I mean, imagine if someone told you you could have an all-out orgy with the hottest women on earth for one month, but at the end of the month you have to get your cock chopped off and never have sex again. Would you go for it?" "No way!" "Well that's how it is with drugs. Once your dopamine receptors are fried, nothing feels good anymore. You're just sort of alive but not really, and you're always trying to get back to that original high, but never feeling anything that's naturally good and wholesome and pure. Your cock is gone, so to speak. Basically, you've had the orgy with the sexy bitches, but they cut your soul out at the end of it, and now you'll never feel good again. Even if you quit before it kills you, the damage is done. You're a blunted knife for the rest of your days. It's just a bad deal all around." "Well so far I don't even smoke, so I'm doing alright I guess." "I know. But the day will come when some asshole throws a bag of coke in your lap and tells you to party it up, and maybe you're feeling big and successful, like what the hell could go wrong? I'm on top of the world! I just wanna give you something to think about before that happens. It's not worth your soul. It's not worth your ability to feel love, and joy and hope for the future. It's not worth being who you truly are and not some scum bag drug dealer's gravy train. It's not worth having Charlotte and the baby knocked off the throne of your heart for a petty little buzz." "I'll definitely remember that." "Good, cause that's about all the advice I have, young man." I made a mental list of everything he'd said to me, about love and money, and holding on to my soul. He drifted off into his own thoughts for a few minutes. And then I spoke again. "Ron?" "Yeah?" "How come you and Steph never tried for a son?" "We did. We did for years after Charlotte was born. It just never happened. Eventually we got tired of the disappointed hopes every month. It could still happen I guess. But we'd have to take a hiatus from her work. She's on the pill to make sure she doesn't get pregnant from any of the stars, but she could go off of it and we could maybe try again someday. Maybe I'll talk to her about it again. It sounds like a good idea. Why do you ask anyway?" "Well, I was just thinking about how I never really had a talk like this with my dad. And then I was thinking that you never really had your own son to talk about this stuff with either. So I just thought I'd ask how come." He looked at me for a long time, realizing what I was really saying, without saying it. Then he just smiled. "Feels good, doesn't it?" His smile was infectious. I smiled back. "Yeah. Thanks, Ron." Then we got up and went back to our hunt for the perfect suit. Except now I was feeling about a thousand pounds lighter. There was this old wound in my soul that seemed to be soothed a bit. I wasn't sure exactly what it was, but it had something to do with not feeling important enough for a father to love. That old wound disappeared altogether when Ron straightened my tie and told me I was awesome. ------- Epilogue: Sunset "You got everything, Char?" Stephanie asked. Char, who was near tears, simply nodded. The suitcases were loaded into the trunk of the Mustang, everything she owned and everything I owned. Ron shut the trunk and walked over to us. He handed me a credit card, a cell phone, and a wad of bills. He patted me on the shoulder and smiled at me. Then he stood with his hands in his pockets, smiling. Charlotte stepped up and hugged him. "Don't you cry now, my girl. We'll be up to see you guys every other weekend." "I know," she replied. "But it's still goodbye." "The most important thing you gotta worry about is taking care of Amy until she's finished school, and the baby when it comes along, and each other. We've got everything set up out there for you. Your bills are paid for the next four years and we've even furnished the nursery." "You said goodbye to everyone from school, all your friends?" Stephanie asked. "We said goodbye at prom last night. It was beautiful." "I'm glad. I hope you got a lot of nice pics." Ron nodded towards the street where a van was parked under a shady tree. "Now, you may notice a blue van following you. I don't want you to be alarmed. That's just a couple of friends of mine who I've hired to watch out for you three. John, from Tucson, Arizona, and another guy named Mel. He's a bit older, but don't let his appearance fool you. He's not gonna let anyone harm a single hair on your heads. They're both trained professionals. Cost me an arm and a leg, but they say they would have done it for free, just because it's my little girl. They've been fans of us since we started. They'll be a few car lengths behind you the whole way. If you see them in a restaurant or whatever, don't talk to them. As far as anyone knows you have no idea who they are, alright? But if anyone bothers you, they'll be there in a heartbeat. I trust them completely." "Thank you, Daddy." Charlotte was crying. I don't think she heard a word he said. I got most of it though. "Take care of yourself, Anthony," my mom said. "Phone me all the time, okay?" "I will mom. I love you." "I love you too." "You two take care of each other, every single day, no matter what." "I'll keep him in line, Mrs. Mitchell," Charlotte said. "Don't you worry. He won't have the energy to get in any trouble if I have my way." I didn't have much energy even then. I'd spent the entire night in bed with Stephanie and Charlotte, making love to them in every imaginable way, from the time we got home from the prom with our king and queen crowns slightly askew from dancing, until the sun crept in the windows on each side of Charlotte's beautiful bed. It was the last chance we'd have at that for a long while, and we made the most of it. Steph and I talked for a good hour after Charlotte fell asleep too. She had a few tidbits of advice to give me as well. I remembered them as I stood there staring at her. The sun sparkled in her hair and her eyes were shiny with tears that made them look like jewels. Steph just smiled back at me and patted me on the shoulder. I gave her a nod. She'd given me an extra special squeeze and a little goodbye chat before we'd come outside with the suitcases. She couldn't show any extra affection in front of my mom. "You darling, darling boy," she'd said in the kitchen. "I'll miss you so terribly. I hope you realize that." "I do. And I hope you realize how deeply I care for you. You're the goddess that created my angel." We hugged, and she continued without letting go. "Don't forget the advice I gave you this morning. It's so very important, especially in the hard times." "Make love to a woman like a woman would make love to a woman. Touch her. Hold her. Caress her. Her whole body is a sex organ when she's aroused." "Good boy. You got it. Now that doesn't mean you guys don't fuck each other good and hard as often as you can, but it can't be like that all the time. Men seem to only feel horny in their dicks, but women feel it all over, from their head to their toes. Always remember that. Touch her everywhere, like her whole body's one big clit. Do that, and you'll be the king of her heart, and the master of her flesh forever." "Gotcha." "Shit, who'm I kidding? You don't need my advice anyway. You're the one who made the crazy girl fall for you in the first place." "I'm still gonna remember it though. Thanks, Steph. It means a lot to me. I've got so much to learn." "You'll do fine. You're awesome! She hugged me hard once more and that was our goodbye. Mick and Janine were standing on the lawn as well. Mick had his jacket slung over his shoulder and his arm around Janine. Janine was weeping freely. Mick looked like he was ready to, but he fought it back. "You gonna punch me in the arm again, Preston?" I asked. He shook his head and grabbed me in a full hug. "I'll miss you, man. Don't be a stranger." "Somethin' in your eye?" "Of course." "Love you, man. You're gonna be there at our wedding next summer." "I'll be there." The only person who wasn't with us in the Lawsens' driveway was Sheila. She was in New York City, at the Tisch School or the Arts at NYU. She'd gotten on a plane the week before. That had been a tearful farewell also. "Don't forget about me when you're a big star," I told her. "Not even a baseball bat to the head could knock you out of there, Ant." We looked at each other for a long time. We released a couple of shaky sighs. "I'm gonna miss you, Chicken Legs." She was hugging me now, and crying freely. "I want constant emails. I wanna know every little detail of your entire life. It's the only thing that'll keep me sane out there." "I hear it's pretty hectic in that course." "Well, I survived Charlotte's Movie. I'm sure I can survive this." "You can survive anything, my dear. Don't ever doubt it." "If I ever do, I'll just take a look at this..." and she showed me the little Band-Aid. It was glued to the top of the picture frame with the 8x10 of me in it. "Ew! You saved it? Gross!" "You put a Band-Aid on my soul that day, boy. This is just an outward reminder." Then her flight was announced, now boarding. "Well, this is it," I said. "I just know you're gonna amaze the world. I just know I'll be proud just to know you. I just know you're gonna live happily ever after-" "Kay! Stop! You're making this harder. I'm just gonna walk away and not look back. I love you, Ant. Take care of yourself." "You too." She kissed me on the cheek. She turned and walked away. And then she disappeared into the crowd boarding the flight. She was off to pursue her lifelong dream. And so were Charlotte and I. Only our dream was much smaller and more personal—to make each other happy, take care of Amy, and bring a healthy, happy baby into the world. I took one last look around at everyone and then led Charlotte to the car by the hand. I got in, but Charlotte ran back one last time to give her mom and dad another hug. I started it up and finally she jumped in. We drove out of the driveway and waved one last time. The last we saw of them, they were all standing in the late afternoon sunshine, waving goodbye. Charlotte took my hand and headed for the highway, westward toward Salt Lake City, where we had a hotel waiting for us. From there it was northwest to Seattle and then up to Kelowna. Charlotte let out a squeal of delight. We drove off into the sunset together, with the top down and her beautiful golden hair flying free in the wind. She looked like an angel. Thank you, God, for giving me my Charlotte. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2003-12-30 Last Modified: 2009-10-06 / 08:32:20 am Version: 1.50 ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------