I know, I write a lot about the Dark Side, how these desires can be abused, and taken advantage of.  So, for once, I thought I'd explore age appropriate consensual BDSM relationship, as they figure it out.  Shouldn't be anything triggering here, though they do escalate, and get kind of rough. However, it's completely consensual, because they do.  Tell eachother about it, first.

Also Rape Play.  It's all consensual, but consent itself is played with by the characters.  As well as sexuality, so there's straight people forced to do homosexual acts.  Shame, and sadism, a non-masochist taking it "Like a man," because that's basically what it's all about.  Being made to, as part of the fantasy.  That's the trick, especially for the top.  Not forcing your fantasy on the sub, but asking them what they want, listening, then Obeying.  That's right, the nominal "Submissive" calls the shots, and the "Dominant" obeys.  That's how this works, how this actually works, IRL.  If you want to try this at home, go right ahead, but keep in mind that it's the bottom's fantasy, or it's abuse.
 
Grammar Notes: Yes, she does tend to run-on, when she's upset, or exited.  I know, I wrote her that way.  She's a high school student, and a sex addict, so daydreams more than she pays attention in English class.  Her grades suffer for her mental illness, so she don't write real good, neither.  All of the characters have consistently bad diction, differently.  Some of are their/there/they're others run on, and stuff.  You think it's hard to understand how I write, I have to live in here, and translate all my thoughts into human concepts, so bear with me.

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   "Bitch"

   [He called me bitch!?  Honestly, I didn't know he had the balls, sure he bullies the boys, but he's always been so respectful, and sensitive to us girls.  Which pissed me off, so I let him have it, but then he said he was sorry, and now.

   I don't know, I'm not paying any attention in Social Studies, but it just bothers me.  I mean, it's not like I never felt turned on before, but it's almost like I never was, because it's so intense it's driving me nuts, and I just don't know why.

   So, let me think about it.  um...

   Okay, so, it's not what he said.  I been called bitch before, all the time, it's practically my unofficial nickname lately, and it even used to piss me off, but not like that.  So yeah, break it down, and start with why I lost it, did I black out?  How would I know, but I wish I could remember anything I said, because then he snapped me out of it, but he just said sorry.

   Not even I'm sorry, just the word "Sorry." Not even the first time I heard that, but I don't even know what I said to make him say that, much less why it worked?  So, it must be how he said it, because the first thing is I never expected him of all people to say that, so that's why I got so upset, and even my friends took off.

   So, I don't know.  He's cute, no he's not.  I mean, we say cute when we mean hot, I should probably switch to pencil anyways, but really.  God god, am I dripping!?  I swear to god, I felt it, a little drop roll down just now, before it soaked in, and I can't smell it, yet, but it's only a matter of time before I start stinking up the whole room, and it's driving me so nuts!  I don't even know why, but if I get up to go to the bathroom I'll have to uncross my legs, and walking across the room to get a pass will just tell them who the sexy smell is cumming from, so treat it like a fart.

   It doesn't matter, most of these dweebs wouldn't know what that smell is if I rubbed their face in it, but I can smell it now, and it's only a matter of time before they do too.

   I just can't wait for the bell to ring, so I can skip, and fuck off.  I guess it'll be better, I think it feels better the longer I can stay this horny, and I don't know how long I can stand it, but with all these other kids around, I don't have a choice so I can just keep my head down, and try to figure it out until the bell rings.

   It's got to be the way he said it.  Not Bitch, he almost made it sound like a question?  Bitch?

   Then, he just looked down.  And blushed, and said "sorry," but he mumbled it.  The big strong jock, bully, and, I don't know.  I know why he's hot, but I never felt this hot for him, or anyone before, so it must be the way he said that.

   "Good," I told him, "You better be," but in retrospect, that wasn't good enough.

   "Not sorry enough," I should have said.  "I'll make you sorry," or "Give you something to be sorry about." Yeah, it's not being called bitch.  Normally, I got used to it, and honestly, I'm starting to like it.

   I guess he just surprised me is all.  He never called me that before, or did he ever really, say anything?  To me, I mean, before that.

   Was that really the first thing, he ever said to me?

   I hate this.  High school, it's just so confusing!]

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   Drake

   "Why'd you call me bitch?"

   "Oh,sorry.  I didn't mean it, I mean.  I wasn't calling you bitch, I wasn't." Talking to her, "Well, I'm sorry about talking about you, like you weren't right there, I just."

   "Who were you talking to?"

   "My girlfriend, Julia?"

   "Oh, yeah.  About me?"

   "Well, she was talking about you.  She said it was okay, you don't mind, you like it."

   "Well, don't listen to her.  She doesn't know what she's talking about.  Like she knows me, but what am I supposed to like.  According to her?"

   "You know.  Being called that?"

   "Bitch?"

   "Mhm?"

   "Well, she's one to talk.  About other bitches being bitches, you know."

   "Tell me about it."

   "Well, since you asked, she's just in denial about it.  I bet that's why she likes calling me that.  It's not like I mind, I hear it enough, but she's wrong about me liking it.  That's just her way of victim blaming, or whatever.  That's how you can tell, whenever someone says that she likes it, it's just the same as when a rapist says that."

   "Oh."

   "What?"

   "Nothing.  Sorry, I'm just not used to, girls.  Talking about.  That."

   "Rape?" I nodded, "Of course not, because guys don't want us to, so whenever we do, they always but in with #NotAllMen, so we'll shut up about it."

   "It's okay.  I don't mind."

   "Uh!"

   "What?"

   "I, just.  Well, you just surprised me, is all."

   "Sorry."

   "No, don't be.  Actually, could you stop apologizing all the time too?"

   "Okay." I nodded.  "Got it."

   "That's it?"

   "Mhm?"

   "You know, I read somewhere that that's a sign of emotional abuse."

   "Yeah."

   "Yes, it is, or yes you're emotionally abused?"

   "Both?  I don't know, it's all right.  I like it."

   "Emotional abuse?"

   "If that's what you want to call it, but.  You know, Julia?  That's why I like her, she speaks her mind.  She doesn't sugarcoat stuff like the other girls.  You neither, so that's why I like it.  Call it what you will, but that's the kind of girl I like."

   "Bitches?"

   "If you don't mind.  Not what I'd call it, but;"

   "Well, you just said call it what you will."

   "I couldn't."

   "Call me bitch?"

   I shook my head, but she just grinned.

   "You like me?"

   "Sure, you're cool."

   "You like me like Julia?"

   "She's not bisexual."

   "She's not honest, either.  That's what you just said, right?  You like us bitches, for being honest about our feelings?"

   "Well, I didn't put it that way, but."

   "It's true."

   "Yeah," I have to admit, "She's not really honest about her feelings."

   "Like me?"

   "Yeah," I have to agree, "I do."

   "Good."

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   Beatrice (Alias)

   [Okay, so that cleared some of it up.  And did nothing at all to help being so hot for him, if anything it's even worse because now I know why.

   He's submissive, that's how he snapped me out of it, it's not because he said that he was sorry.

   He ment it.  I could tell, and yeah he was so cute.  Right then, besides being so big, and strong, and forceful, I think he bullies the other boys to hide it, but what he really means is he wants a girl to dominate him.  The problem is, he wants one, which answers the question of what he sees in her.  I mean yeah, she's a senior too, and popular, they probably met on the football field, because she was cheerleading, and he's a defensive lineman, whatever that means, but I looked them up in last year's yearbook, and sure enough.

   Homecoming and everything, it's been going on at least since last fall, and now I'm so jealous of her I want to.  Figure out some way to get rid of her, obviously I can't just knock her out, and push her into the pool to drown, so I have to be a little more subtle about it, so he doesn't have to come see me in jail for murder, but it's still a pretty hot and romantic fantasy to think about while I get my fingers dirty.

   He's just so perfect, it's maddening.  For me, because she didn't make him perfect for me, of course she made him perfect for her, I just need to make him break up with her, because she's very territorial, and I'm a freshman.  It's not like I'm scared of her, but she rules the school, or at least the girl's half of it, so it's not just her I have to worry about.  They can make my life miserable for the next 3 and a half years, or call it 7 semesters, because even after they graduate, the damage will already be done, and all the upperclassmen already hate me, because I threaten their position.

   There's a pecking order, I understand that, I'm just not content to wait for years while I take over, so they graduate, and I'm left with the kids that didn't.  That's the way it's supposed to work, but I'm not patient, and god damn it, he's perfect.  Like she would tell me, how she made him like that, I have some ideas, but again all of them take like 4 years to get someone who may or may not be as good as him.

   I don't care about homecoming queen, or junior homecoming king, and queen, those aren't real ranks so much as photo ops for yearbook.  I'm a dominant, and a rival.  For Julia, she's the queen bee, a shoe in for sweeping Homecoming, and Prom this year, and a senior.  So, if I'm going to topple her throne, I can start by ganking her man, she can keep the crown, but I don't want him for a trophy.

   That's her problem, she's in it for the Popularity, and I want him.  Drake, I don't want popularity, plastic crowns, nor my picture in the yearbook.  I want the best, now, nothing else will do, and he's perfect for me.  He just doesn't know what he's missing, but he's already starting to doubt.  Julia, if he really belongs with her, just because it's expected, and obvious.  He's not really an expected and obvious guy, he just plays the part to hide what he really is.

   A pussy.  That's what they call it, a wuss, pussy whipped, it's like calling me Bitch for standing up for myself, and that's why he's perfect for me.  I even think he might be starting to see it, and so's she if she's literally talking about me behind my back, and tricking him into saying Bitch to piss me off.  Well played, I know who I'm dealing with, and I'm not going to underestimate her, but what really makes him so perfect is not his looks.  His sports, or popularity, it's that he has all the answers.

   He passed the quiz, and I mean aced it!  Pop quiz, and for the first time in my life I finally found a man who didn't even have to think about the questions.  I even tried to bait him into #NotAllMen, but he didn't even try to avoid it. He didn't have to, I can only assume that she taught him well, but it was almost frustrating trying again and again, only for him to get it right.  Over and over, without even thinking about it.

   So, I could keep trying with Bradley, to teach him all this, and make him a poor reflection of Drake, but I don't have to.  I can skip ahead to what I want, and now that I know that, I won't settle for less.  Anything less than him, the best, the perfect man.  I'm sure Bradley won't understand, because he hasn't learned yet, but I'm not going to explain it to him.  I just have to get him face to face so I can see him.

   React to it, I bet he'll even cry.

   There.  That's better.  Maybe now I can get some sleep.  I know, I'm a sadist too.  That's another advantage.  I know who I'm dealing with, and she still wants to lie about it.  She doesn't understand why he likes it, when I do.  I bet there's a mommy, or mommy figure in there to prime him for it too, just like there was with Bradley, but he's already thinking about it.

   Me, I'm not like the other bitches.  I don't lie to him about it, and he likes it.  He knows that I can make him so happy, so with a little luck, soon I won't have to settle for anything less.

   But it's late, and I'll need all my mental faculties tomorrow.

   She doesn't even know I'm on the field...]

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   Drake

   "Tell me about it."

   "Well, huh!  I broke up with her, because, she never really gave me what I need.  In bed, sure she's beautiful, and;"

   "Well, enough about her."

   "Sorry."

   "What about you?" she grinned, "What do you need?"

   "Well, you know." She shook her head, "Shame?"

   "God, why?"

   "I don't know, but I think about it a lot, and.  Huh!  I guess it's like a game, where they win it too easy."

   "A football game?"

   "Yeah, or any game, but on the field, I'm defensive.  A line-backer, so when the other team sucks, it's just like standing in line, watching a boring game."

   "So, you'd rather lose?"

   I don't know, I guess?  It's not a real good analogy, cause you're not into sports?" She shook her head, "Well, I get everything, so easy.  I hardly even have to work for it, I could have any girl I want, I get good grades, and honestly I don't really care about football either."

   "You don't." I shook my head, "Then, why do you do it?"

   "Well, because I can for one.  Another reason is at first because it was easy.  Especially defensive lineman, all you really have to do is be big, and stop the runners getting through, but then we lost, and that's the first time I really felt it."

   "Shame?"

   "Humiliated.  You should have heard the coach.  He was pissed, and cussing.  Called us all these nasty names, and you know I was never bullied?"

   "No?"

   "Never.  I mean, I seen it."

   "You bully the smaller guys."

   "Yeah, because it's expected, and I'm not that hard on them.  I don't beat them up or anything, but you don't know what it's like."

   "Then tell me about it."

   "Well, I guess there's all this pressure.  You're expected to win, all the time, so when we do it's kind of like.  A letdown?  That's normal, but when we lose it's like.  Huh!  I fucked up, once.  On purpose, I let a running back right through, and he got a touchdown, so coach pulled me, and really let me have it on the bench."

   "And you liked it?"

   "Huh, no.  I don't know why, honestly I haven't a clue, but, I got.  Turned on."

   "A hard on?"

   "Yeah, and then when I beat off, thinking about it.  Huh!  It was incredible, but it scared me."

   "Why?"

   "Because I fucked up!  I don't want to fuck up, my life ultimately, just so I can feel what it's like to be ashamed of.  Something, anything, I have nothing to be ashamed of, ever, even my grades.  I know I'm supposed to be a dumb jock, but I'm even on Honor roll, because it's so damned easy, my whole life is just boring, and I can't even talk to anyone about it.  Huh, thanks.  No, really.  Thank you, you're like the first person that ever really listened, and took any of this seriously, and lately I've been feeling like I'm going insane for not being  grateful."

   "Don't mention it, but you're wrong.  I do know, exactly what it's like.  Only it's different for me, of course cause I'm a girl, and I'm not expected to be good at sports because I'm big, and strong.  Instead, I have to be pretty, not slutty, but pretty enough to get compliments, and take it as a compliment, and a virgin because I'm a freshman, and even though I got the hots for a senior.  That's all right, but I better not talk out of turn, or your bitch girlfriend will make my life miserable."

   "Well, she's not my girlfriend." I looked over.  At Julia, and turned back.  "You are." She closed her eyes, and I could just imagine her anger.  Not to mention all the talk about me, kissing a freshman, and everything came together to build up all this pressure until I just let it out in this one kiss.

   "Huh!" She looked up, and bit her lip.

   I felt her cheek.  And the hair on the back of my head relax.  My scalp slipped down with my shoulders, and all that tension went away.

   "Huh!" I just picked up her hand, and held it.

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   Bea

   "Huh!" I saw it.  "What are you doing?" He tried to cover it up, but even his hands weren't big enough.

   "I'm sorry."

   "Turn around," in the corner, "I don't want to see that!" But I did, and I didn't have to act.  Surprised, I gasped.  For real, it's HUGE!  I mean yeah, he's a big guy and all, and I guess I was expecting something, but, dear god.  He expects me, to have sex, with that?

   "Ngh!" he looked down, fumbling with his pants, so I snapped out of it, and "Uh!" Slapped his ass.  His big hard muscular athletic ass, and asked myself how I ever got so lucky, but I had a job to do.  I have to make him feel it.  Ashamed of himself, when he's got nothing to be ashamed of.

   What can I say, I like a challenge?

   "You should be ashamed of yourself.  Jerking off out here where everyone can see it.  Is that it, your idea of a sick joke?  Flashing high school girls for your jollies.  You fucking pervert, I should call the cops on you."

   "No, don't!"

   "Yeah, that's exactly what I should do.  Send you to jail to suck off big black guys, and let them fuck you in the showers.  Is that what you want," Hit both of them, harder, "Faggot?"

   "No, please!  I'll do anything!"

   "Well, you came out here to jerk it, don't be shy now, get it back out and jerk it." I rubbed them, hot, and hard, and felt the muscles flex.  Squeezed his gluteus maximus.  "Mh!" Biting my lips, and slipping down his belt when it came lose.  "HhHhH!" God, it's hard!  So hard, keeping in control, acting disgusted, when god damn it, he's got the greatest ass ever. I'm not really a butt girl, but it's perfect, like the rest of him.  His big broad back, pushing up his shirt to feel the hard muscles, spreading like a fan, and smelling his sweat.

   "Mh," I hope he's ashamed enough.  "Smwoch, slah!" Cause now I just have to taste it.  Lick up his spine, the bones one bye one, and feel around his hips.  The flat sides of his ass, and even the stretch marks on his thick thighs.  This is a man, and he's mine, all mine!  "Hihihihn!" I slapped his hand.  "Don't touch it.  Dirty fucking thing, you've touched it more than enough.  HhihHHHH!" My god, it's fucking huge!  "Hm!" I mean, "You don't get to touch it any more, you hear me?"

   "Mhm?" He nodded.

   "Good, this," I squeezed it, "Is mine." Goosed between his legs, "These," his balls, "Are Mine!"

   "UH!" They twitched, "Huh!"

   "Ugh!" I felt it, "The fuck?" Let go, and shook my fingers.  "Look at this mess you filthy fucking pervert, lookat it!" They just kept twitching, jumping in my hand, and pumping his spooge to spatter all over the walls, in the corner, and fall in heavy wet patters in the dirt.

   "HhHHH!" He relaxed.  Just like he did when he kissed me.  The first time he kissed me, right there in front of everyone, and made me his.

   "Huhhhhh!" I hugged him.  "That all right?" Felt him hanging.  The thick soft rope of manflesh drape over my fingers, and even a last dribble drip, and run down my fingers.

   "Yeah." He turned around, and felt up my burning neck.  With his big strong hand, rough fingertips gently brushing over my jaw, and caressing my cheek.

   "Mh!"

   I melted.  He's right, after all that, tension building up.  When it finally lets go, it's.  This, is the most wonderful feeling ever.  And it's true, he did make me his.  And I him, mine.  Uh?

   "Huh!" Bit my lip, looking down.  "We better." Tucking it in, "Put this away, before someone else sees it." For real, I even zipped it up for him, but let him button it up.

   I'd seen, well you know.  Pornos.  I knew, there were guys that, large. They existed, I just never seriously considered the prospect of having one. Of my very own, and I'll have to think about that.

   "I got to get to class." He kissed me, and ran off.

   Me too, and realistically.  Of course, it would fit.  Eventually, I'm sure.  I've seen baby's heads too, and those have to come out of there, so obviously it will stretch, I just can't imagine.

   And honestly, I'm not even horny any more.  I was, so horny, just listening to him tell me about his fantasies.  Picking one we could actually pull off.

   "Ihihihm!" Literally, at school, but.  That was enough?  I mean, he didn't even touch me!  Yeah, he kissed me, and touched my face, and I don't even know why that feels so wonderful, and I feel so beautiful when he touches me like that, but he didn't even touch my boobs.

   I certainly never though I'd ever be satisfied, giving a handjob.  "Huh!" Live and learn, I guess.

   But, better pay attention in class.  It's not like I get good grades and bitch about it being too easy.  He's just so lucky, I feel lucky to have him.

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   Drake

   "Huh!"

   I looked away.  Nobody saw it, they're not looking at my dick, and I know they're even avoiding it, but I did.

   So, I went to the stalls, before the swelling got to bad to ignore, and sat down.  On the toilet, it's just like she said.

   It's a football team, and I know them.  All of them, are my team mates, and I'd know by now if one of them was gay, but.  I can imagine.  Most of them are black, and it's not racists to point out that most guys on most football teams are black.  Okay?  I'm not even the biggest one here, we're just so casual about it now, because we change, and shower together all the time, but that's not what she said.

   "HhHhH!" Not too loud.  Don't want my arm to slap my leg, so they can hear the faps over the usual talk, and locker doors slamming, but that's not the fantasy.

   I can imagine, going to jail.  Just like she said, all those black guys, only strangers, seeing me.  Fresh meat, and having to shower together.

   You looking at my dick?

   "HhHhH!"

   Getting hard, and down on my knees.  Slapping me with them, and forcing my mouth open.  All that dick, choking on it, and "Nh!  Hm!"

   Splashing all over my legs.

   "HhHhH!" Held together so tightly, my knees hurt a little, and running down between them

   "Huh!" Relax, and just lean back.

   I'm not gay.  That's the point, neither are they, if I was they would have to make me.  Suck them off, and bend over to take it up the ass.  Even that relaxed, and felt so goey, just thinking about it.

   KHSHSHSHSHSH!

   Right next to the showers, running.  Scooping the filthy mess between my legs, and the hairs sticking to it.  And my fingers, my thighs.  Spreading them, and cupping the jism under my spent nuts, and wiping it through the hairs.  Up the crack of my ass, and twirling circles around the wrinkles of my tight pucker.

   Of course I'm not gay, then it wouldn't be this humiliating.  Disgusting, dirty and nasty.  I'd enjoy it too much, but it does feel good.  So, good, my tight sphincter clenching, and pushing it in.  Deeper and deeper, thinking about Travis.  His big hard black uncut cock, pushing it
in, deeper, and deeper.  Until the foreskin pushes back, and the big hard head slips out.

   "INH!" Hold my breath, so I don't moan out loud.  Loud enough for them to hear me.  Come to check on me, and see me.  Humiliate me, and call me faggot for thinking about cocks.  Big black cocks, and their hands on me.  Too many of them, too strong.  Taking me, and forcing me in the showers.  Bending me over even as my fingertip slips out so I can fuck another one in with it.

   "Hihhhh!  Huhhhhh!"

   Yeah.

   "HhHhH!"

   I could take it.  The whole team.  The night train, but it's late.

   She said she'd wait for me, after practice, but I better get a shower first.

   "Ngh!"

   TbphPHFT!

   "Huh!"

   Good reason to do this on the toilet, but I have a clean hand too.  To wipe the drool off moy mouth, and pull off some toilet paper.  Wipe, and go out for the last of the hot water.

   Now that I don't have to worry about any embarrassing swelling, to give it away.

   "Huh!" Must be nice, to be black.  So I don't have to worry about my blush showing, but most of them are done anyway.  "Uh!"

   "Good game."

   "Yeah," I slapped his ass back, "Good game."

   That's not gay, either.

   I can even imagine, all of them lining up to bet off, as the hot water splashes all over my face, and washes it all away.

   Good, they didn't notice, and now I have an excuse for being so red.

   Grab the soap, I better wash it all off.

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   Bea

   "Hihn!" Rub his chest, through his shirt.  Feel the muscles flex from him rubbing up and down my arms, and bit my lip.  "Hm!" Nobody ever made me feel like this before.  "So'ah, how was practice?" I can't think of anything better than all the cliches.

   So, he told me about it.  Walking me around to the parking lot.  Football, I won't bore you with it, but we didn't talk about sex out there. Around the school, already locked up so we have to walk around, but he held my hand, and explained everything I just saw from the bleachers.

   Thank god the Cheerleaders weren't there.  That jealous bitch Julia, could have ruined it with her petty drama, but she didn't I could appreciate it, their grunts, and crashing together like armies fighting over a football, but then we got in his car, and he told me about after.

   In the locker room, and what he was thinking about.  "Oh.  Kay?" I'm not jealous, of his hand.  As long as I can feel it, on my thigh.  Already getting horny again, after the break when they went in to take their showers.  He beat off, thinking about what I said, and that's flattering too, it's just.  "How is that not gay?"

   "Well, because a real fag would like it.  That's why it turned me on, because I'm not gay.  So, the gay gangrape is humiliating, and disgusting.  I don't know why that turns me on."

   "So, we'll figure it out, together." That's another perfect thing about him.  He's honest about when he doesn't know something.  Not like a nerd, I mean he is, a nerd, and a jock, and a freak, pretty much half the Breakfast Club, which is why we're perfect together.  Because I'm the other half, the Princess, and the Delinquent.  Bender, and, whatever Molly Ringwald's character's name is.  I forget, it's been a while since I saw it, but even that principal who tries to control him.

   It's like the nerds, the ones who're Just Nerds, and try to act like they know everything.  When Drake knows something he explains it, but when he doesn't, he's brave enough to admit it.  I guess because he doesn't have to prove his intellectual superiority, to compensate for his feelings of inadequacy.  He just has nothing to prove, I guess that's why he seeks out something to be ashamed of, but really I have more in common with those Nerds.  You know the ones, in the funny hats?

   The stereotype is a Fedora, or a Trilby.  Whatever that is, but that table is surrounded by all kinds of hats.  Like Bradly, Actually.  Where I got him, was pulling him away for me card game.  Yugio this year, but it was Magic the Gathering, and even Pokimon before that.  Those guys, only he wore a Bowler, and told you it was a Derby when you got it wrong.

   I started, making a man out of him, but this.  This is easier, and while I don't get what he means by it being too easy, I don't have to understand it completely.

   "Yeah," I'm learning that.  From him, he's so smart he doesn't have to prove it.

   "So yeah.  If I was gay, then I'd probably suck them all off willingly, and bend over to take it.  But I'm not, so they'd have to make me.  Just like you said, in jail."

   "I get it.  Really, I just didn't.  Well, I knew guys have rape fantasies too, I just never considered the thought of one imagining himself as the victim."

   "You too?"

   "Well, I said girls.  Not me, but I have other friends, you know.  We talk about it."

   "How about Bondage."

   "Really?"

   We stopped at a light, so he could look over, and nod.  "Seriously." And kiss me, but then the guy behind us honked.

   "Mh!" I took a breath.  "Huh!" Cause I could, breathe again.  Another thing I didn't believe in.  Him literally taking my breath away, with a kiss, always thought that was a myth, but now I'm feeling my cheek, because he has to drive.  "Hihn!  I guess." Shrug, "I mean, yeah, I thought about it, but.  You like to be tied up?"

   "No."

   "Right." Not the point.  Still learning here.  "Okay, yeah.  I definitely thought about it, but.  Huh!" Hate to admit, "I don't know how."

   "I'll show you."

   "So," I look out, "How come you live way out here?" Suburban school, almost to Apex, but now it was starting to look more like farmhouses, and the country.  Look, horses!

   "Well, we moved, but.  In the middle of the school year, so I'm finishing it out there.  With the same teachers, and classes, so I can stay on the team?"

   "Oh yeah," keep ignoring the fact that he's graduating this year.  And I'm not.  "Huhn!  Well, we better talk about this first, so tied up how?"

   He even had a safe word.  "Cooties." I laughed, but that's part of it.  "What makes it a good safe word is, well first of all it's not something I'm just going to say, normally, in the middle of sex."

   "It's just so childish." And funny!

   "Mhm?" he nodded, "So, it breaks the mood.  That's what it's for, but the reason I like it is because it's funny.  I find it's better to break it with a laugh.  Then it makes the cooloff a lot better."

   "Yeah," makes sense.  "So, that's how you did it with, her?" Shake my head, "Julia, I mean." I don't want to talk about it, but I'm learning.  That that's a good sign that we probably should, talk about it anyway.  Not talking about it is how we fuck it up, and loathe as I am to admit it, I'm still very new at all of this.  The only real experience I have is angsty sarcastic comments, and experimental play with a nerd who'd do anything for sex.  There's still a lot to learn, but I'm enjoying it.

   Every minute of it, it's just that a lot of things are almost the exact opposite of what you'd expect.  Like being perfect, actually.  Normal people spend so much time wishing, and fantasizing about it.  The perfect life, or even the perfect man, and he is.  So damned perfect, it's really starting to piss me off, but the point is it's boring.  That's why the rich, and famous get into kink, and a lot of them even give up Power to high payed Dominatrices, and if I'm going to be one some day, I have to learn all of it.  Sure is fascinating, though.

   The thing about being perfect, and having everything you ever wanted, or what most guys think they like is what then?  Like this car, he didn't earn it.  His dad gave it to him, and sure, while it's used, and the same one he grew up with, it's a free car.  With a nice big back seat, we don't even need to use, because he can just take me home, and do it there.  So, you don't appreciate having a free car with a nice big back seat, because you don't need it.

   "Mhm?  I'm listening."

   Now, apply that to Everything.  You wake up in your perfect bed, in your perfect house, with your perfect husband next to you, and grab breakfast in a fridge where you never have to worry about running out of milk, because your family has a maid, and private chef that does the shopping, then picks up your dirty shorts you slept in, and washes them for you.

   I can imagine, but I've had to cram me, and my boyfriend in the back seat of a 3 door hatchback, he had to borrow so we could go out and screw, because we couldn't do it at his place, or mine, because we're normal teenagers.

   He's not, he's perfect, in a world where the cliche is Nobody's Perfect?  Yeah, well he is, he knows it, and it's fucking boring, because he never wants for anything, normal.  He reaches in his pocket, and if he forgot to get enough cash, it's his own damned fault he forgot to stop by the ATM, he just has to pull out the card, and put up with the minor annoyance of waiting for the cashier to run it.

   So, take it from him, here's the secret: That's not happiness.  That's why money can't buy you happiness, because if you have enough for everything, then you end up getting bored with the best of everything, all the time.

   Then I met his parents.  Well, sort of.  His mom was on the couch, reading.  They have a library, and his dad was on another couch, watching a game.  He has a den, and a trophy case, with all the Trophies, and medals he won playing Quarterback.  You get it?

   I thought I did too, until we went in his room, and he told me.

   "Oh." I missed it too.  "You're neglected."

   That's why he's an overachiever.  Not because his mom is an intellectual, and his father an Olympic sports star.  He is, by the way, he didn't go pro, because he didn't have to.  Played through college, payed for on a scholarship, got a good job as a broker, a wife, kids, nice house in the country, and basically retired in middle age.  Now, he spends his whole day, watching games, and picking out real estate he doesn't even have to go out, and fix.  Just sit on until the market changes, and sell them for a profit.

   "Yawn!"

   "What happens when you climb Mount Everest?"

   "I don't know, tell me about it?"

   "Nothing.  You take in the view, catch your breath, and then you climb back down.  That's the problem, after that, you come down, and realize that to get any higher, you have to learn to Fly.  The problem is, I was born at the top of Everest.  I could see the world from up here, but if I want to leave, I can only climb down, or jump off a cliff."

   "Oh."

   {She was listening, but also processing at the same time.  That's why I only wrote her thoughts, instead of the dialog.  Because she was so focused on her thoughts that the questions and answers were lost along with Short Term Memory.  Like most of the way there, she saw some horses, that's about it.  What's important is the conclusions, so important that she forgot how she got there.}

   ;

   Drake (mf Drug Talk)

   "Huh!" she nodded, and put down the list.

   I finished rolling the joint, from what I'd gotten from mom's study, and we just smoked it.  Quietly, so hold it in, she siad "Wow, good stuff!"

   "The best," of course.  Mom's, she wouldn't settle for anything less.  I put it out when she refused.

   "I'm good."

   "Don't worry about it going, well.  The first time, okay?  Don't try too hard, that'll ruin it, try not to think about it."

   "Well, that stuff'll help.  Ihihihn!" Big beautiful grin, and I lay back. Relaxed, after going over everything I learned in practice, I don't have to worry about it.  Think about it, I can unwind, and enjoy this.

   "Just be yourself." I grinned, "Bitch."

   "Oh," she got up, "Pushing my buttons?" She pushed me back, and got on my lap.  "I thought I told you, not to jerk off.  After I was so nice to you, before.  Um.  On lunch.  Jerked you off, only for you to leave me, unsatisfied.  You think that's all I am?  To you, all your girlfriend is for is to get you off, without giving me orgasm in return?"

   "Mhm." She held my mouth, shook my head.  Slowly.

   "Well, now you owe me.  Touch me.  Now, finger me through my panties."

   She sat on my hands.  Pinned them really, squeezing my legs between hers, my hands between us, and made me masturbate her.  It was enough like bondage, I can't move, or do anything but her bidding.  "Nh, come on.  You never touched a girl before?  You'll learn, oh yeah you'll learn to get me off, even if it takes all night." She rubbed it in, but I can't see what I'm doing, or even really feel anything but the fabric of her underwear.  And the heat of her body, her sex, her thighs so hot around mine that I'm starting to sweat through my pants.  "Huuh!  HuhHhH!  Harder." Grinding her sex into the sides of my thumbs, really.  So, I just held them together.  Like praying, and moved them around so my knuckles felt the soft flesh split.  Her lips flatten out to the sides, and the hot cotton pushed between them.  "HuhHhuh!  Yeah, harder.  HhuhHhH!" Pulling my hair, forcing my face into her shirt.  Her bra catching on my nose as she humped faster, and faster, her deep ragged breaths.  "UhkhUH Hooh!" Coughing, then humping my thumbs, faster, and faster.

   "HhuHhH!" She shivered, and slowed down.  "Ohhhhh!" Shuddered, and started shaking.  I couldn't feel it, through the cotton, and my breath was hot.  Recycled, trying to gasp in though her teeshirt, but just catching the last.  Breathed out when I could, back in between her shaking breasts, and she moaned.  "OahhHHH!"

   "Hih huh!  Hih huhn!" I panted, but she leaned back.  Holding onto my neck, and grinding higher on my lap.  Almost fucking into my panting tummy, and all I could see was her neck.  Her chin, and her hair slipping back from her shoulders.  "HOHHHHHH!"

   I wanted to, touch her.  Her body, like she said she missed.  In the corner by the gym, on lunch.  Kiss, and lick her hot throat, slip up her shirt, and unhook her bra, make her feel good all over, but she wouldn't let my hands free.

   "Hoh, FUCK!  That's intense!" She got up panting.  "Stay there." I nodded.  "Don't move a muscle, and hold your hands between your legs."

   I let my head down.  Nodded, silently, but ached to pull the out.

   "Ah!" She smacked me!

   "I said, not a muscle!  What's wrong with you, I thought you passed English?"

   "I'm sorry," I hung my head.

   "Not sorry enough.  What do you have to be sorry about?  Prince fucking charming here, says he's sorry like he has any idea what that feels like."  She slammed the door on my fridge, hard enough to hear the bottles clank together inside.  "Huh, you're not sorry.  Not sorry enough.  Not yet, I'll make you sorry.  I'll make you wish you're never born, you spoiled little shit!"

   "Hh." I just closed my eyes.  "Snh!" I felt it.

   "You think that's enough?  Answer me!"

   "No?" I didn't shake my head.

   "Of course not.  I'm not a spoiled prick that thinks an orgasm is enough to satisfy me.  Like I'm satisfied, jerking you off just for the privilege.  You proud of it?  Your big dick, is that what you think?  All you need is a big dick, and us stupid little girls will just line up for the chance to touch it."

   "No."

   "Get down." she pushed me over, "Lay down, and shut your stupid lying face, fucker!  You talk too much, you know that?"

   "Mh?"

   "Like you know everything, man.  That's all it takes to learn everything, like all the secrets of the universe comes with your balls."

   "MRH!"

   "Sit on your hands.  Don't touch me.  You want to feel something, grab your ass, and imagine it's a pair of titties.  You're never gonna touch a pair of tits again.  You don't deserve it faggot.  You have to earn that privilege, and you've been touching more than enough girls already.  Jerking off, thinking about big black dick.  Well, suck a pussy for once you fucking cannibal."

   "Kuhhhhh!" I gasped and panted cool fresh air, and even through the damp fabric, the smell filled my nose.  My head, her sex.  In heat, then she stripped them off, and threw her leg back over my head.  My face, her skirt draping over and coming down until it went dark, again.

   "MmhmpH!"

   "Huh!  Smell my ass.  Dig your nose up in there.  There, you smell it?  You smell it?"

   "Snh, phbh!" I could nod, but even if it wasn't dark, and I could open my eyes, her buttocks squeezed, and rolled over them.

   "HuhhH!  Yeah!  Stick your tongue in there, deeper!  Huh deeper, yeah.  Fugh, huh!  Tonguefuck my cunt, and smell my ass.  NhHN!"

   PHft!

   A little gas slipped out, and she leaned over.

   "Smell it!"

   "SNHHHHHHH!" So I could breathe, but I had to, through my nose.  "NGH!"  I tried to turn away, in disgust, but couldn't, then her ass rolled back again, and covered my eyes.  Pushed me down into the cushion, and my mind. My heart, my body, everything just went deeper, and deeper.  I was gone, forced down where I can feel it.  This humility.  This abject degredation, and worthlessness.  I was gone.

   Don't ask me why, but I love it.

   "HAHN!"

   ;

Beatris (Alias.  Recurring characters, change their names to protect their identity.  Not uncommon for pathological liars, especially ones that don't differentiate well between fantasy, and reality.  In a word: Psychopaths.)

   "Huhhh!  AkhUHUHUH!" He fell off, bent over on the floor, coughing, and gagging, trying to gasp in between.

   "OWN!" I just curled up, shivering, and hugging my knees.  I don't even know how many, I lost count.  He's right, or maybe it's not the pot that intensifies it, or maybe it's a combination of that with the sex, but this.

   This is more then just sex.

   Take everything.  Everything you ever wanted to say but held back, then let it out.

   Now, do that, and get off on it.

   "NGHhnhnhnhn!" I couldn't breathe, I swear my diaphragm had a seizure trying to, but couldn't stop fluttering long enough to suck in even a little gasp.  Maybe enough to fill up my mouth before it pushed back out, "Huhuhuhuh!"

   "Huh huh huh, AkHUh huh!"

   "Hihuh!  Hihuh!" I could just barely, there's not even a word for this.  Hiccups?  It's like hiccups, or that spastic giggle I get when you tickle me until I can't breathe.  "Hihh, huhh!" There, that was maybe half, or 2 half lungs.  Not a lung, but both of them about half way, and my entire body is still tingling so hard it feels like I was electricuted, and the feeling is just now coming back.  "HihHHH!  Hwhewwww!" I can pant now.  "Ohhhh!  Hihhhhh!  Hooooh!"

   "Huh, huh.  Huhhhh." He shook his head, and wiped his mouth.  A little drool hanging off, and looked at it.  The blood, on the back of his hand. "Are you all right?"

   "I think that's.  Hhuh, that's you." I managed to point.  It shook, but I managed to hold it out.  "I split your lip." He licked, the wrong side, then over to feel it.  "Sorry, I'm's s'sorry!"

   "No, god.  Nh, that was great."

   "Yeah?"

   "Yeah," he half crawled, to his knee, then stepped up from a kneel.  Still panting, hanging bent over, exhausted, and dragged himself to the bathroom.

   I caught my breath, and slowly sat up.  Took my time getting up, but I know how he feels.  Well, at least the tired part, and he had football practice too, but I felt.  Like, I had some idea.  What that must be like now.  I'd just run a mile, rammed repeatedly through a quad of heavy dudes, in armor, been tackled, and piled on, then had to push them all off.  I hear water running, and rubbed his back.  While he washed his face, and looked up.  In the mirror, he checked his lip.  Looked back, and grinned at me.  Well, my eyes, and forehead.  Barely over his shoulder, even bent over like that.

   "No, that was perfect." I hugged around him, and pulled his buttocks into my hips.

   "Really?" He still wasn't hard, he never even got hard?

   "I don't think I need stitches, but." He felt around, in front of his teeth, and licked it again.  "Lnm, yeah." He turned around, and my hands went right to his chest.  "That was awesome, for your first time."

   "Well, it wasn't my first first.  I had a boyfriend before you, you know. I just.  I guess it was practice for you, but I feel like I'm.  Moved up to the big leagues?  Now."

   "Hh, yeah.  Well, you never know till you try out, but." He pulled out my shirt, "Let be check you out.  I think I just caught it on my lip, but. Huhah, it's not like anyone's going to notice."

   "You with a busted lip?"

   "Again.  It's an old scar, and it keeps splitting open."

   "Right," football players.  they have helmets, and.  those plastic things they bite on, like at the dentist.  And bars across the front, but I like it.  His lopsided grin, I always did, it's half a sneer sometimes, but at least it's good to know that there's something.  To break up the rest of his otherwise perfect handsome face.  Or at least that's what I thought about, while he kissed me, and I taste his blood.

   I like it.  Never really liked it before, but it's not bad.  What I love about it is knowing why.  How he got the split lip, from sex.

   I fucked his face until he bled.

   "Huh!" I bit mine.  "I'm satisfied." He pulled my shirt off, and I turned around.  "Help me with my bra?"

   It just let go, and finally I felt them.  His hands, they're so huge, and rough.

   "Huh!" I just put my head back, and crushed my hair over his shoulder.  "Which isn't to say I couldn't.  Get horny again."

   Now he was hard, behind me.

   "Uh!" Bent me over the sink, and split me open.  "Huh!"

   "Huh!  Yeah!" I reached back, to pull my skirt up, and it slipped between my ass cheeks.  And his dick, his big thick hard hairy cock, slipping back and forth.  "Ngh" I practically fell over.  Off the sink, caught myself on the top of the toilet tank, and bent over the bathtub.  He felt my back, around the deep welts from my bra strap, and gripped my aching tits to push me into the tub.  Slapping my thighs with his, and shaking me with each hard passionate thrust.

   "Huh!  Fuck." He stopped, and just held me.

   "HhHhH!" I shivered, and felt it splash.  Hot, and wet, to stick, and soak into my skirt.  My buttocks, and even my back as it soaked through it.  "Huh, huh!"

   I can't imagine, him fucking me for real.  He let me up, I just reached over, and turned on the water.

   ;

   Drake

   "Uh!" she walked in on me, "What'd I, Tell You!" Slapped my hands away, "About touching yourself?"

   "Sorry."

   "Not sorry enough, turn around." She slapped my buttocks, "I'll, Give, You, Some, Thing, To, Be, Sorry, A Bout!" Back, and forth, harder, and harder, until I reflexively covered them up.  "You like that?" She held my wrists, while I rubbed my hot bottom protectively.

   "Snh!" I shook my head.

   "Of course not," that's the point.  "Then how cum you're still hard?"

   "I don't know!"

   "Quiet!" Protecting my rear, I couldn't cover my face.  "You sniveling brat!  What are you crying for?"

   "Ngh!" She slapped it, so it bounced off my hip, but when I moved my hand, she got my buttock again.  "Auh!"

   "You can't take it, you wuss?  Grow some balls for once, what's wrong with you?" She squeezed them, gently.  "Still don't have any man juice in these pathetic little things?" Just shaved me, and that made me even harder. Remember the scary thrill of the blade, anticipating the cut, she didn't mean to, but accidents happen, and she even felt a scabby line where the blood dried.  "I should cut them off, make you a girl, if you want to cry like a girl, is that what you want?"

   "Nh mh?" Just shake my head.

   "Then man up and quit crying like a little bitch."

   "HhH!" she gripped it.  "HhHhH!"

   "I guess if you can't stop touching it, you filthy little pervert, am I going to have to do something about this, to keep you from jerking off?"

   "Uh," I nodded, "Huh!"

   "No." She slapped it, into my hip again.

   "Ngh!" It ran down my nose.  "Snh!" I licked it, salty off my lip.  Thick, and runny with my tears.  "HhH!"

   "Move your hands, bend over.  Don't touch it, don't you dare touch it.  Am I going to have to tye them up, to keep your hands off of it?"

   "Uh, huh!" I just nodded, bent over on my knees and elbows.  Shivering, my burning ass aching for another swat.  "UHNGH!" From my belt.  "Huh!" So turned on, even the pain feels good, and I can't wait for my balls to start aching.  The sperm building up, and swimming around so excitedly, I can almost feel it.  Buzzing around in there, even as she pulls the leather tongue through the buckle, and brushes it over my lips.  "Bite it."

   I did, and tasted the salty sweat, even as my drool soaked into the leather, and I started getting the mediciney tang of the dye.

   "Let, This, Be, A, Less, On, To, You!"

   "NGh, Mrh, NRh, Krh, Khuhuh!" I coughed, and it slipped back out.

   "I said bite it!" She held it back, between my teeth, but now the salty drip in the back of my throuat was making it hard to.

   "Ngh, ghn!  hnh!" I clenched my knees, my buttocks, with every blow, back and forth, so my trapped cock rolled, and slipped in the sweaty hairs, even tickling the tip until it was too much.

   "Huh!" I dropped it, "Fuch, Huh!"

   "Oh!" She stopped, "Yeah!" Rubbed them, squeezing the hot aching skin over my muscles, clenching with each spasm, of my asshole puckering, making my nuts twitch, and pump out spurt after spurt in between my still quivering thighs.

   "Huh!" I shook my head, "Huh, huh!" Gasped, and caught my breath, "Hoohuhuhuhuh!" Shuddered, and fell over.  Curled up, and hugged my knees. Still clenching it as the spastic shots stopped, and it started shrinking. Slipping, and sticking in the sloppy mess, crawling back in the skin, and hunching from it snapping shut around the super sensitive head.

   She held me.  Just slipped her arm under my head to pillow my cheek on, and cradled me.  Rubbing my arms, and cuddling my poor abused buttocks in her hips, until I can talk again.

   "How do you feel?"

   "Well," I told her about it...

   ;

Julia (mmff NS Talk)

   "Uh!" Now what am I going to do?  Of course, I could get any guy I want, with a car would be nice, but I was just so busy thinking about that I didn't consider how to get home until after practice.

   "Huh!" I guess I could call mom, but then I'd have to tell her.

   He broke up with me?

   "Uh!" I didn't like him for his car, he's really so smart, and sensitive, and caring, it surprised me.  For a football player, a defenseman, even!  At first, it was just so stereotypical, I told him I don't date football players, but then I fell in love with him, and I thought he cared for me?

   No, of course not.  He's a boy, and he'll say anything to get with me, just like all the rest, but he sure fooled me.  I believed him, until he dumped me for that freshman bitch with the big boobs.

   Is that all it takes?  Do I need to get a boob job to hold onto the one good guy I ever met in my whole life?  I can't, even, I mean, I just don't.  Know, what to think any more.  Was our whole relationship a lie?  I mean I knew he likes boobs, and it's not like I'm skinny, but really?

   That's all it takes, seriously?

   To think, he had the audacity to call me a liar!?

   "Hey."

   "Nh?"

   "Come on, you need a ride, or not?"

   "Huh!" I grabbed my bookbag.  No need to ask what She is doing here.  "Scoot over." I threw my stuff in between us, but there is no way I'm taking a back seat to Her!  "The hell are you listening to?"

   "ELO," she popped out the tape.  "I think."

   {Xanadu OST - "Dancin'" (The Tubes feat ONJ) Actually.}

   "Ugh!"

   "Look, I know we got off on the wrong foot, but."

   "You don't even know me, bitch!"

   "Hihihihn!"

   "What!?"

   "You still say that, 'bitch,' like an insult?"

   See?  Told him she liked it!

   "Don't fight, girls."

   "Well, it's too late for that.  I know you still want to be friends, and all, but it's not like I'm gonna be best friends with Her.  Not after what she did to me."

   "I'm right here, you know."

   I ignored her, "Is that all it takes, is a pair of bigger tits to take you away from me?" Now don't start crying.

   "He's not your property!  Uh, god you're.  Just so damned stupid, and ignorant!  What he ever saw in you is beyond me, but you know what?  I'm a person, not just a pair of tits, to him.  Didn't you learn anything going out with him, or are you really that full of yourself?"

   "You want to know?" He pulled over, "Fine." Put it in park.  "Honestly, that's why I broke up with you.  You didn't own me.  I thought you could, you know because of your personality, but Tris's right.  You're just so selfish, and shallow, you never really got what I needed out of the relationship, because you wouldn't listen to me."

   "Uh!" I just shook my head, "This isn't happening." It's a nightmare!

   "Listen.  Julia, stop with the denial, and just listen for a minute.  All right?" I nodded.  "This is important.  He's submissive.  That's why he went out with you, and why he's with me now.  Because he wants a bitch.  To take charge, and dominate him.  Right, honey?"

   "Mhm?" He nodded, and put it back in gear.

   "You mean, like," I shook my head, "S&M?"

   "Yes.  Exactly like that.  You know his family?  The way he grew up?  Yeah, well at first he tried to impress his parents.  His mom with his grades, and his dad on the field."

   "It's true," he held her hand, "I didn't even realize what I was doing, until we talked about it, and she helped me figure it out."

   "Where are we going?" I don't live this way.

   "We need to pick someone up."

   ;

Author

  I know it's hard to follow.  I'm writing as a Psychopath.  Power Assertive malignant Narcissist.  So, unless you are one with a similar set of hangups, don't expect to see anything familiar.  Just as an asside, something that fucks with my Suspension of Disbelief is when teenagers know things they shouldn't.  For instance, acting like a Dominatrix with 25 years in the sex industry, when they're 17 years old.  There's a bit of a Learning Curve.  If if she had read SM-101, she's also trying not to fail out of High School, as well ast the difficult transition from a Psychopathic Delusion of Grandeur to a self aware Sociopath.

Incidentally why she has some affectations of a real personality, like a favorite Movie.  She subconsciously hides it, not even aware of what It is.

   ;

   Roy  (NS Talk)

   "Well, actually." It was hot, so I took off the hat.  "If you really want to know, the secret is you have to listen to them.  Women, honestly if anyone knows what she wants, it's her.  Listen, and understanding."

   "That's sexy?"

   "Nothing's sexy.  No really, people say that like there's anything, that's sexy to everyone.  Take girls, for example.  Some like tough guys, like you.  A lot of them are turned off by all that.  Machismo, but again.  Ask Her.  Why is this so hard to believe?  Because you've been lied to, all your life.  You get it?  The makers of Miller 64 want you to believe that diet beer will make you cool, and girls will like that.  If you buy my product, you'll be more attractive, and girls will fall all over you, when really it's as simple as asking her.  Not 'can I buy you a drink?' but whats she likes.  What you can do to make her happy."

   "Sounds like the friendzone."

   "Ha!  Yeah, that's another one.  A lie, only this one's from guys that have girlfriends."

   "You do."

   "I did." In high school, "But, I guess that relationship ran it's course, and.  That's, huh!  Okay, but you're not going to die if you don't get laid, all right?  You came to me, to find out how I did it?  Well, take it from me, or don't, but the answer is I didn't.  I didn't seduce her, she was my friend, first.  Look, you like football, right?"

   "Yeah?"

   "Well, girls aren't like.  The endzone?  Yeah, their legs aren't like the goalposts up there, they're people.  Real people, with real desires, expectations, and goals of their own.  They want intimacy, and affection, all right?  But that's not all they want, and if they can't get anything out of the relationship but sex, then it's not really a relationship.  If you just want sex, you might want to try talking to sluts instead of making fun of them for it.  I've heard you talk, and you're full of shit.  If you knew the first thing about girls, you'd know that coming on so strong, then calling them slut when they don't like it is a turnoff, and they talk to eachother.  About you, because you're the biggest dick on the block.  I know, because I hung out with Tris, and her friends.  I listened to them, and I actually remember what they said, because I payed attention."

   "They really talk about me?"

   "Yeah, but again it's What they say that you missed.  It's not about you! They know, hell I never even had you in gym class, and I heard.  You got a big dick, so?  That's not enough, and the consensus is that's all you are.  A prick, because well.  The joke is it getting hard all the time makes the blood rush out of your head.  Hey, you asked.  If you don't like the answer, fine, but there's my ride."

   I gave him a lot to think about.  It's up to him to do something with it. Maybe if he gets some, he'll stop pushing me around, and talking over women, at least.

   "Huh, who's this?"

   "The fuck're you?"

   "Roy," I offered my hand.  She didn't take it, but held the seat, so I got in back.

   "She's Julia."

   "Oh," I nodded, "This'll be fun!"

   "What's that supposed to mean?  You know, your little brother's a real mouthy little brat."

   "You would know."

   "Julie!  Stop.  I know you're upset, but you want a ride, or not?"

   "As if I have a choice."

   "Then get in the car, and stop fighting with everyone."

   "All right," she threw her backpack in next to me.  "Dad."

   "Uh!" I rolled my eyes.  "She's not my sister, I'm her ex.  Boyfriend."

   "She talk about me behind my back?"

   "Really?" She turned around.  "Seriously.  You just literally talked about me, literally behind my back.  Like I wasn't hear, again!"

   "She hates that."

   "Yeah."

   "You're a sadist." I could tell.

   "Well, you're..." Suspected, but;

   "JULIE!  If you're going to act like a petulant little girl to cover up your feelings fine.  I can pull over, right now, to let you walk."

   "MH!" She just crossed her arms, and pouted.

   "Huh!  For your information, she didn't talk about you." I know how to handle a Sadist: "She cried, because you bullied her.  I asked her what was wrong, so she told me.  That's it; 'there's this girl at my school, and she makes me so mad'!"

   "Really?"

   "Yeah," she turned back.  "You really hurt my feelings." Of course, so does 'tris.

   "Well," she lied, "I'm sorry."

   "Huh!  Thanks.  For apologizing." Even if she didn't mean it.

   "You're welcome."

   "So," he turned back at the light, "You want to go home, or you gonna be cool?"

   Still sulking, at least she was quiet.  If not thoughtful, I thought that Power Asserter was tough to talk some sense into, but this.

   "Fascinating." She, Julia.  She's a person, with hopes, dreams, desires, and goals of her own.  However, in addition to that, she's also a bit of a puzzle.  I only have a few of the pieces, but also a Beauty Queen, Narcissist, and Emotional Abuser.  Got that part, over a decade of living with one, so I can take it.  A couple years of going out with another, and yeah.

   I feel better about that, running it's course.  My relationship with Tris, we ran out of things to learn from each other, and now it was time to move on.

   "You smoke?" He lit a joint.  On the Beltline, and passed it back.

   "Don't mind if I do," I took a hit and held it.  Out to her, she looked at it like a cockroach.  "Nkh!"

   "Huh!" she rolled her eyes, but took a hit, and passed it up to Tris.

   Good, looked like she was starting to loosen up a little, at least.

   "Huhhhhh!"

   ;

   Julienne

   "Julie Anne?"

   "No, Julienne, like the fries?"

   "Well, nice to meet you, Julienne."

   I'm still realing, from the revelation.  But he got it right, the second try.

   "My mom's, well a private chef, I guess.  Not like in a restaurant, but.  She didn't want to call me Julia Child Newton, but yeah.  So, she named me, Julienne."

   "Fascinating." He smiled.  Honestly, he wasn't just saying that, I could tell.  "You like cooking, too?"

   "Not really."

   "What do you like?"

   "I don't know, cheering?"

   "What about it?"

   "Well, it's like.  Sports?  Yeah, sports.  I like all the athleticism, but there's not a whole lot of sports for girls, so." I shrugged, "I guess, it's like.  The best of both worlds?"

   "Mhm?" He nodded.

   "Yeah, I get to watch the game, but also we get to perform, and. Compete, we're doing pretty good this year, so we might get to go to state."

   "But it's not about winning for you?"

   "How'd you know that?"

   "I can see it in your face?' He nodded, "You have a very expressive face, so it shows what you're feeling.  For instance when you said Compete.  You're more excited about Performing, then you relaxed when you said that. So, it's like, 'And compete, I guess'." He shrugged, "Only you didn't have to say it, because you evoked it."

   "Yeah!" I nodded, "You're a good listener, you know that?"

   "Yeah," he nodded, "I heard."

   "Yeah so.  Anyway, since I was in gymnastics, when I was little as soon as I outgrew it, I decided the next logical step was cheering."

   "Like Eliza Dushku in Bring it On."

   "Uh!" I shook my head, "You saw that?"

   "Well, yeah.  One of my favorite movies."

   "Why?"

   "I don't know.  I didn't think I would.  Like it at first, but Tris showed me it, because she knew I liked her."

   "Kirsten Dunst?"

   "No, Eliza Dushku.  From Buffy the Vampire Slayer?"

   "Uh, you like that?"

   "Yeah, it's really a rather cleverly written show.  The movie was pretty good too, but it kinda got messed up by executive meddling and.  Huh, all right.  i'll stop."

   "What?"

   "i can tell you're not really interested, and obviously never seen it, so let's go back to Bring it On?"

   "Okay," I know that one.

   "Well, anyway on the surface it's about competition, but the ending really surprised me by breaking the mold of the typical competition movie."

   "Oh, you mean the twist where the Clovers win?"

   "Right, exactly.  Instead of the predictable white girls who have everything already winning again, because it's expected of them, the Compton girls won, because they deserved, and earned it.  They never would have gotten the chance if both teams hadn't swallowed their pride.  So really they set it up as early as the second act, or the beginning of the third when Torrance offered to pay their way into the competition, but Isis almost let their rivalry get in the way of actually showing up to compete in the first place.  So, they had to settle their differences, and actually cooperate to compete at the end.  In the end, it wasn't just a Cheerleader movie, it was also a social commentary on privilege, and racial inequality, which is why Isis originally took it as pity, and charity."

   "Wow," I shook my head, "I somehow missed all that."

   He nodded, "The other movies weren't that good."

   "You know," I have to admit, "You're really pretty cool." And even kind of cute.  For a middle school boy.

   "Thanks!"

   ;

   Roy

   "Folks out of town again?"

   "Yeah, DC."

   She told me, "They have the money, so that's how the spend it.  Flying out for the weekend, to party with their friends."

   "So," Drake opened the bar, "I have the house, to party with my friends."

   "I don't drink." I held up my hand.  Especially, high, I tried that.  Once, learned I had a bad interaction with pot, and ethanol.  Once was enough.

   "Suit yourself," he poured a shot, broke out an ice-tray, and swirled a couple cubes around in the glass.  "Get you something, honey?"

   "Dark and Stormy?" She grinned, and nodded.  So, he popped open a ginger beer.

   "Uh!" Julie's scoff.  "I'll have one too?"

   "Two dark, and stormies," he got out a lime, "Coming up." Cut it in half.

   Kind of cute, really.  Julie's scoffs, okay she's one of those girls.  Takes all kinds, yeah she's mean, sarcastic, shallow, and angsty, but I like that.  It doesn't hurt that she kinda reminds me of a young Olivia Newton John, and I grew up with her.  Movies, Grease, and Xanadu is my favorite.

   So, we started talking, and they're drinking, I had some soda, but all they had was Canada Dry, and I guess that was some pretty powerful pot, because I forget most of what we said.  It was a lot of fun, we all laughed, and even Julie loosened up a little.  Smiled a lot more, I mean she's pretty enough without it, but when she smiles she's even prettier, and then I forgot who said it first, but we played Truth or dare.

   I always pick "Truth" first, so I have the option to switch to Dare later.

   Depends on the question.  "Are you, straight?"

   I shrugged, "Nope." She knew that.

   "Fag." He laughed, but it wasn't cruel, just a joke.  We all laughed.

   "No, guess again, but when it's your turn.  This ain't 20 questions, so.  Drake, are you?"

   "What?"

   "No wait," shake my head, "Truth or dare."

   "Dare."

   "Okay," avoiding the question, "Um, I suck at these, let me think."  Better at questions, especially when I don't know him good enough to think of a good dare.  Because I don't know what'd be gross, or scandalous, or shameful to him.  I mean, he is going out with B, so.

   "Do dee doo do, do dee do..." She sang the Jeopardy song, or at least scatted the melody.  It's not really a song, but damnit, it's harder to focus whenever I'm this stoned, and I never felt so stoned in my whole entire life, so "I'm drawing a blank."

   "So, truth?"

   "Yeah, but he's forfeit, because he couldn't think of a dare, so." She grinned, "Julie." Evily, "Why don't you ask him one?"

   "You ever kissed another guy?" No hesitation.  Pulled that trigger like she'd been holding it.  I just nodded, grinning.  It's not like 20 questions, but I don't mind that one.  But she turned.  "Not him." To Drake. "You, it's your turn."

   "Me?" He looked around.

   "Well, that's the general usage of that pronoun," I grinned, "You been smokin the devil's lettuce?" We all laughed but he did, nervously.

   "Nhehah, no."

   "No, you're not high, or no you never kissed a boy?"

   "Well, I'm not high enough, but no.  I never kissed a guy.  I mean yeah my dad, but that doesn't count, does it?"

   Okay, I don't know if you got to be gay, or bi, but.  I'd kiss the hell out of Drake, if he let me.  Not like I dreamed about it, gasping desperately at night, clutching clichely at my heart, but he's a good looking guy.  When I'm not high, and now he's looking damned fine all
blushing, and grinning cockeyed.  Rolling another one, "Not high enough, anyways." He looked up, "Oh wait, is it my turn, to ask somebody?"

   "Yeah, we going around, or ask when we answer, or do a dare?"

   "When we do a dare."

   "Yeah, that's how it's been going, so it wouldn't be fair to change it halfway through a round."

   "Speaking of which." H held it up, and showed it around.  He rolls really good joints, this one was thick, but twisted almost to a point, with a little frill of loose paper.

   "Nkh!" Like a foreskin.  "HihehaHA!"

   "What?"

   "Nothing, just thought of a good one.  When it's my turn."

   "Well, you went last, so." He looked around, "Julie." Grinned, pretty wickedly himself.  I like his, I don't know, it's almost a sneer, but
still, really charming.

   "What?"

   "Truth or dare?"

   "Truth," she nodded.  Well, maybe she's like.  Just impulsive?  She sure doesn't hesitate, in this game anyway.

   "You think he's cute?" He chucked his head at me.

   "I don't know." She didn't look.  Grinned at him.  "Maybe a little."

   "You have to look at him."

   "Uh uh uh, that's a dare!" She shook her head.

   "You're lying." He grinned, and the wink just lifted his sneer higher.
"I can tell."

   "Okay, dare then."

   "Well you have to kiss him."

   !  I couldn't stop grinning, even before.

   "Uh!"

   "You lied, so you have to do the dare."

   I just closed my eyes...

   She just pecked me, real quick, but I wasn't expecting much more.

   "Okay, my turn."

   "No fair, you just went!"

   "Your rules, now I get to go again.  Bea, Truth or Dare."

   "Truth."

   "Are you bi?"

   "No.  Roy?"

   "Truth." We played this all the time.

   "You think she's pretty?"

   Lightning round!

   "No." Fortunately, I already had an answer prepared.

   "Uh?"

   She looked at me.

   "I think You are the most gorgeous creature i have ever seen.  Ever since i've layed eyes on You, i've wanted nothing more than to fall at Your feet, worship You, and do everything in my power to make You happy for the rest of my life so that i can die knowing i made my life complete."

   ...

   "Really?"

   "No," I laughed, "But I had you going for a minute there.  So, dare?"

   "Yeah, now kiss Drake."

   "Okay."

   ;

Julienne

   I was used to his shit, by now.  Drake, I mean.  He gets the most potent  weed, but we just broke up after over a year together.  So, I guess my tolerance went down a little, and we did kind of box the whole den.  So anyway, I got so stoned, really very stoned, and I knew what she was doing.

   Beatris, it was all her idea.  Of course, playing "Truth or Dare, It'll be fun!" She plays to win, don't ask me how you win Truth or Dare, but she was real good at it.  I underestimated her, but I was so stoned, that even though I got the feeling that it was more like Simon Says, I couldn't stop her.

   She's a Dominatrix, she told me that, and that's how I lost my man.  I thought Bitch was an insult, but not to her.  Well, that backfired!  How was I supposed to know that getting him to call her a bitch would lead her right out of my arms, and into her's?  How could I be so stupid?  Of course he likes it, bitches like me, and that's why I dated him, instead of the quarterback, or one of the basketball players.  It isn't because he's white, I don't care about that, or even his big dick.  I do care about that, size isn't everything, but let me tell you, that was something!

   "Kiss her."

   ^See!?  That's how she "Plays" Truth or Dare.  Even when it isn't her turn, this is her game, and she's winning.  As long as I'm not losing, he got up, behind me, and I even shivered a little.  From my ponytail, on the left side brushing my shoulder when he pulled it out of the way, and I felt his breath on my neck.  'HhHhuh.'

   I looked at him, Drake.

   "Nhm!" Until I couldn't keep my eyes open.

   "Smq!"

   I just kissed him, like.  I don't know, how long ago, but I didn't kiss him like this.

   "Mh!" My neck just went weak, I had no idea he could kiss like that.  I mean, not like I ever thought about him.  He's not even a freshman, he's in middleschool, and I never met him before today, and "Uhhh!  Where did you ever learn to kiss like that?"

   "From her."

   She smiled, over at me.  Across the den from his father's recliner.  His lap, she just nodded, then Roy came around, and.

   We stopped playing.  Truth or dare.

   "Can I kiss your feet?" He kneeled at them.

   "Hihihn!  You want to?"

   "No." he tugged at my laces, "But what i want isn't important.  What do You want, from me?"

   "Umh?" I can't think, "Yeah." So, I wiggled my toes, "I could use a footrub.  They're tired, from practice."

   "Smooq!" He just nodded, rolling down the top of my sock to kiss my ankle, and pulling open the laces, to loosen them "As you wish."

   He lied, or said he lied.  Maybe he exaggerated a little, I don't know, but I believed him.  When he said he would worship the ground I walked on, maybe not forever, but right now, I didn't care.

   "You have the most beautiful feet." He slipped off the sock.  "And legs, like every part of you.  Is so beautiful, I know I don't deserve this.  To even kiss your feet."

   "It's okay, hihihn!" I can get used to this, "Go ahead.  Hmmmn!" I licked my lips, but he didn't.  Just kiss it.  He rubbed it too, I did say foot rub, and he's really good at it.  Too.  "No." I pushed his forehead. "You're right, you don't deserve to kiss my feet."

   "Of course," he looked down, and nodded.  Acted ashamed, but he couldn't keep a straight face.  He's acting, playing a part, but I put my other leg up.  Crossed them, but held out my other sneaker.  "You can rub them, though."

   "As you wish." he started unlacing them, and I just closed my eyes.  Felt the nice fuzzy smoke, swirl slowly in my head, and smelt it.  Hanging in the air, imagined it like.  Well, a ceiling fan, I guess.  Just turning slowly, enough to catch the smoke, and stir it.  Lazily, twirling, and mixing with out breath.  "Hhhhhhuh!" He's really very good at this.  Foot rubs, so I just enjoyed it.

   Yeah, I could get used to this.

   ;

   Ringer

   Pay attention, this is important.  You want to know my secret?  

   ^there it is^  I pay attention.  It's not how I kiss, for instance.  I couldn't even see her face, bent over the back of the couch, I could see her neck as soon as I brushed her hair out of the way, and it made her shiver.  Her had to fall back, eyes closed, and moan.

   "Well," I kissed her knee, "You said," above it, "I couldn't," lifted it off the other, "Kiss your feet."

   Held them together, her knees so I could go back and forth.  Like the Land o' Lakes lady, when we cut off the box, and folded it up, so they looked like breasts.

   "If you don't mind."

   "No," and look at her face.  "Go on..." Her eyes, switching to the doorway.

   I missed it too, I was busy, but felt up her smooth shins, and around to grope her strong calves.

   Drake came back, with a rope.  Didn't say a word, she didn't have to, he knew what to do.

   You ever play bridge?  She smiled, and let her hair sink back to the braids again.  Sucking in her lip, eyes fluttering shut, and the front of her uniform rising with an expectant breath.

   "Hhuhhhh!" I breathed out with her.  Between her legs, so it slipped under the pleated hem of her skirt, and now even her lap was red hot.  Flushed as a sun burn, smooth shaved, or waxed.  Maybe even neet, or nair, doesn't really matter, but devoid of even stubble.

   "Smooch!"

   "Hhuh!"

   She's shallow, but I'm not here to shame her.

   "On your knees." Behind me.

   I'm getting to know her, I have to, if I'm going to please her, but that's how we won.  The game, we cheated.  Didn't even have to plan it, I didn't know she would be there when he picked me up.  I'd be coming here, to teach them this.

   "If I may," rubbing up the outside of ther lap, "Be so bold as to venture higher?" To the hem of her skirt.  Well, practically a dress, chearleader uniform, it's all one peice, or the top is sewn into the bottom, but you know what I mean.

   "Yes, please."

   "As you wish." ~Westley, of course.  I'm a romantic.  "Hhuh, smook!  You have such beautiful legs." She knows that, "Too.  Every bit as perfect, and lovely as the rest of you."

   She's shallow, so it doesn't go without saying.  She can't see herself, all the time, so she has to go off of other people's reactions.  I really like her face, it's so expressive, but she's a performer.  Subconsciously the type to make a face.  For the camera, in a selfy, and sure it's vain, but it tells me something about her.  Not even as much as the expressions on her face, but makeup can't hide it, not now that the real flush has spread down past the foundation, her neck, and under her uniform until I can feel it radiating up from her lap.

   "Snhhhhh!" And smell it, "You even smell beautiful.  Smh, slah!  Taste, delicious.  The salt of your sweat."

   "Oh, god!" she giggled, "You're good at this!" She looked up.  Frowned, puzzled, and snapped out of it.  Her thighs even tensed, squeezing her knees together from what she saw behind me.

   "Julienne?"

   "Hm?"

   "May I come up, on the couch with you?"

   "Yes, of course."

   Next to her, so I can see what i'm missing behind me.  Oh.

   "Why is she tied up?"

   "If I may." She looked over, and nodded.  "They're playing Trust.  You see that the rope is around her wrists, but it's also a leash." She nodded.  "She can't use her hands." I slipped the ruffles back up her thighs, "So, he has to use his."

   "Oh."

   "Can I touch you?"

   "Oh god, stop asking!  Yes, touch me.  God, touch me now!"

   "As you wish." I grinned.

   Like the lining.  It's not underwear, it's all 1 peice.  So, you don't have to worry about it slipping out of place, when the skirt flaps up in a jump or whatever.  It's athletic, not a costume, but a uniform.  For cheering, not really all that great to make out in.

   "Nhm!" she nodded, looked down, and moved, but her legs wide open, and the lining hot against my hand.  "Let's see," she grinned, touching me.  "What we got here."

   Just a hand job.  Drake, I mean, but I'd never seen his before.

   "You looking at his dick?"

   "No."

   "Sh.  You don't have to say it."

   He shook his head, closed his eyes.

   "Look at it."

   Hard, in her fingers.  Pulling it out, and the skin tight to bunch around the end.

   "Yeah, look at his little dick, isn't it cute?"

   She's not humiliating me.  We're still friends, the best of friends, so she told me about it.  She's humiliating him, because he likes it.

   "Look at me." She felt my neck, my face, and turned me.  Jealously.  Turned her head, and slipped the ball of her thumb across my lips.  I kissed it, quick before she got away, but she tilted her head.  Sideways, and closed her eyes.

   I didn't ask, if she wanted me to kiss her.  I did't have to, she didn't tell me out loud to, just smiled, and let them part.  My tongue in to feel her perfect bleached white teeth.  Then her tongue slipping out to push mine back.

   We teamed up on her.  Just from the way he played, i suspect he was in on it too.  That's how we won.

   ;

   Lady Midnight  (fs, plural, doM)

   "What's he doing in here!?" After practice, the coach was in with the team.  Being a man, he was in with the players instead of the cheerleaders, so we have our lockeroom to ourselves.

   "Whatever we want?"

   Right after practice.

   "Isn't that right, big boy?" The giggled, but he nodded.  Lips tight, already blushing in shame, but hard.  "Yeah," I rubbed it in, "That's a good sex slave."

   "Hihihn!  Sex slave?"

   "Really!?"

   "Yeah, he'll do whatever I say.  But I don't mind sharing, if you want.  To share?" I looked around, but they were all looking down.  At his cup, which was out of place.  Trying to contain the obvious hard bulge within, and utterly failing.  "So, what do you say, you want to see it?"

   "Yeah,"

   "Oh yeah!"

   "Count me out." A lot of girls headed around the lockers.  To get undressed, change if they have to, before long I heard the showers, but it was already getting hot and steamy in there.  "First, we have to get all this off.  You want to give me a hand?"

   "Yeah,"

   "Oh yeah."

   Some of them were jealous, but why shouldn't they be?  I had the best guy in school, and even if he wasn't the biggest, the strongest, he was actually one of the smartest.  Smart enough to know when to keep his mouth shut at least, but we helped him out of the jersey, and he took off the shoulder pads.  While the girls got down, squatting in their uniforms to pull down the tight shorts over his jock strap.

   "There," I dropped the cup out, and it rattled on the painted concrete floor.  "What do you think?"

   "It's huge!" the giggled, wide eyed, and looked at eachother.  Grinning excitedly, and nodding.  "Hihihn!"

   "Can we touch it?"

   "Yeah, it's big and hard.  You can touch it all you want, let's see how many hands we can wrap around it."

   "Hihihn!" they pulled, one by one, so their hands slipped off.  Only for another to grab it, pull it and slip off, over and over.  One after another, making his balls bounce, and swing.  Then more fingers reaching in between his legs, to fondle them with their fingers too.  And squeeze his butt, his biceps, and pet the thick slab of muscle on his chest.

   I stood up, on my tiptoes, and pulled myself against him by the neck.  Kissed him, and looked him in the eyes.  "Happy birthday."

   "Huh?" I woke up.  "Hihn!" It was a dream, but not just a dream.  I rubbed my face, but it was still hot.  Not just in my dream, but then I remembered.  Last night, or tonight, I just had 1 drink, but then we got so stoned, and started fucking around, only this time.

   It wasn't Drake.

   "Huh!" Lying next to me.  In his bed, he was in his folk's bed, with Her. "Mlak!" He smacked his lips in the dark.

   "Did I wake you?"

   "It's all right," he turned over.  Felt my arm, then my shoulder and neck.  My face, and I puckered my lips on the ball ov his thumb.  Felt the fingerprints, rough on the wrincles on my lips, but they felt hot, and puffy.  Against his, coming open so I could lick deep inside his mouth, and feel all around in there.  "Snh!"

   "Huh!" He was hard, so I felt up to his hip, and pushed it over.  "Well," I put my leg over them, "As long as you're up." And climbed on.

   He's not a big guy, but you know what?  I tried that, Drakes' not huge, but still.  I don't know what average is, I can't say I was ever really a slut, and most of the ones I have seen were from porn, so that's not a good yardstick, either.

   "Huh!" I sank down, and let go.  To feel my nuckles back through his pubes, and up his tummy.  "Hm." Just scooched around, and got settled.  Used to him inside me, but I was right.  "I could get used to this." I felt over his chin.  "Sh!" Held his mouth.  "Quiet, you want them to hear you?"  I shook his head.  "My dad to catch you, fucking me, like this?"

   You know what?  It takes too fucking long.  I mean, if you just want a quicky or whatever, I can take it, but a giant fuling thing like that just takes too fucking long to get used to, when he's got a more reasonable sized, "Little dick.  Uh, huh!  Don't touch me." I grabbed his arms.  Off my chest, "You don't desrve it yet, after the way you looked at him.  Faggot, huh!  Don't cum.  Don't you dare fucking cum before me, huh, yeah!"

   He is.  Gay, I know.  Surprised me too, hinted all about it in the 20 questions, but that's really a big part of it, I think.

   He makes me feel so sexy.  Not just pretty, but even Drake didn't make me feel like this with every look.  Everything he said, and didn't say.  Every little touch, and kiss.  On my shoulder, my neck, my feet, my knees.  My legs, and between them.  "Uh, huh!" He  ell out, and I let his hands go to hold his head.  Climbing up to straddle it on the pillow, run my fingers through my hair, and I didn't even have to say it.

   Eat me.  "Huh, yeah!" Eat that pussy, "Huh, fuck yeah!" Faggot.  He doesn't mind, he likes it just when I call him that.  Or stuff like that in a scene.  I don't mean anything bi it, I'm not homophobic, at all, but he eats pussy like a girl.  "Huh, yeah, deeper." Wiggiling it wetly in my pussy, "Huh, deeper, faster," bumping his nose in against me so it shocks my clit, slipping over the little crease in his lip as if that's what it's there for.  And who m I to say it is?  Either or, it does the job, slipping the skin back and forth over the fold, to bang against his nose agin, and agin, "Faster, faster!" wile his tongue wiggles, and squirms in my hot wet twat.  "Ahn, nhH!" Nodding to myself, "Closh, snh!  Sh, closerh!  HhuhHUH! Fugh!" I fell off.  "HuhHhHhH!"

   God, he's good at that!

   {I hope you don't mind, me skipping a lot of the dialog leading up to that?  There really is a lot of talking, so I just cut it down to The Good
Parts.}

   ;

   "Anne" {Fbs, plural.  Also Bf Exhib/voye, Bukk...}

   "Oh, fuck!" They put them away, or started trying to cover up.

   "It's okay, guys." He came around, behind me.  "This is Anne."

   Short for Julie Anne, but that's not what's important.

   "You like her?"

   "Yeah!" The guys, around the Circle Jerk.

   "She's even better than Queen B."

   That's what it's about.  The A, on the front of my jersey.  With little wings, for the Brentwood Angels, my Squad.

   "Yeah, her tits aren't too big."

   "HhHhH!" I even shivered a little, at all the attention, but I wasn't cold.  Not at all, in fact I was really getting very hot.

   "Want to see them?"

   "Yeah!" they put away the magazines.  The porn, they won't need it.  I don't need the uniform any more, now that they got the picture.

   The scarlet letter, with the wings on the front.  That's not what it stands for, either.  Adultery?  No.

   Alfemale.

   Unzipped, he slipped it off of my shoulders, but I felt up.

   "You can look, but you can't touch." I covered myself.  Teasing them, I squeezed my tits through the hot white polyester.  "Me, but, you can touch yourselves." I looked down, and their hard little dicks.  "It you don't want to touch eachother." They shook their heads.  "It's not gay, if you don't look."

   They can look at me, instead.

   "HhHhH!" Burning up, I let the hot thick fabric slip down.  Lower, and lower, felt the familiar embroidery, the machine stitches to let the logo stand out.  Puff between my modest bust.  I've got nothing to be ashamed of, and she even told me about it.  Too, it's not all fun and games, having big bobs like that.  Having to wear a bra, and they're already starting to sag.  At 14, in 9th grade, and it'll be all down hill from there.  The sweat under them, sticking to her ribs, then back problems, not to mention all the stares.  From guys, even when he doesn't want them.  they're like an invitation to stare, instead of look her in the eye, and talk to her.
Instead of her tits.

   "Yeah," I let go, and shook them a little.  "You like tits, don't you?"

   "Yeah, you've got the best titties!"

   "Yeah, there so perky."

   "And hot,"

   "And sexy."

   "Hmh, yeah!"

   I shook my hips, when the zipper caught on them, and scratched my buttocks a little, but I was about to start dripping.  Any minute, and I crossed my hands.  In front, over my fresh waxed pubeless pussy.  To tease them, too, but I'm so hot, and swollen, I can feel my clit bulge in my palm. Slipping in the sweat, really running down my tummy, and check if it's starting to leak out the bottom, too.

   "Here's the rules."

   He tells them about it, sex.  He likes to talk about it, lecture like a professor, and if I didn't know any better I'd think that's what he got out of it.  This circle jerk, being the alpha to all these virgins, but it's his closet.  So, I won't say.

   "Last one to get off wins."

   Told me about it too.  Usually the first one loses, which is usually him. The punishment is catching, all that jizz, from all those boys.

   Right.

   "What's the prize?"

   "A surprise."

   In a word?  Me.

   They looked back at me, really starting to wet my fingers now, slipping in and out, the ring, and pointer slipping between my pussy, and thighs, I get to masturbate too.  To all these boys finally getting what they always dreamed of.  Seeing me, naked, hot for them, "HhHhH!"

   The nice thing about a gangbang, any gangbang, is if you star in it, it's all about me.

   "HhHhH!"

   "Ngh!" We have a looser!  "Uh, fuck!" Squeezing his eyes tight, and shaking, so it drips off his knuckles, running pathetically down his fingers.  It didn't even shoot out, and it was over quick, but.   "Hh!" He tried to hold it, but.  "Nh!" Another one bites the dust, and the first few drops shot out.  One even hit my shin, and ran down to my uniform, around my ankles.  I spread them, pulled it tight, like bondage, but not quite.

   "HhHhH!" I nodded, "Mheah!"

   "Ngh!" And another one gone.

   Another one down,

   Another one bites the dust!"

   "HhHHuhuhUH!"

   "Ah fuck!"

   Another one couldn't hold it, but all those boys, jerking off, looking at me.

   "HAHN!" I couldn't hold it either.  "HAAAHHH!  Neah!?"

   "Huhuh!"

   "Hhuhuh!"

   Just their breathing, cute little faps, and grunts.

   "I win." He patted my back.  "Get down."

   I practically fell.  Over, on my hands, and knees, so he could get behind me.  And fuck me, right in front of them.

   "Finally!"

   In the dirt, and the gritty little spots of mud.

   From their cum.

   All their cum.

   All for me.

;

Cuck {Queen - The Game (Self Titled) M Mono Nerd Talk}

   "Alphie." That's about the time we started calling her that.  "What's that short for?"

   Well, actually.  She's a Narcissist.  Nothing wrong with that, before you start thinking about shaming a girl for having her way, let me have mine.

   I get to have my way with words.

   Doesn't matter if it's Anal, Female.  Anne Alphie, Male.  What it really means is her identity:

   An Alfemale.

   See what I did there?  Just helped her out, she needed it, because on her own, she let her sexuality become a delusion.

   Narcissism isn't a delusion if she is actually that awesome.  Beautiful, athletic, self assured, and independent.  None of those are bad things, but when a girl does it, she threatens men.  Most of them aren't submissive, and obedient enough to go along with it, so she got lucky, however if it's subconscious they tend to act out, rather than hide it.

   This is what psychiatrists like to call "Histrionic." Or if you prefer, Hystrionic?  See what he did there?  Freud, and all the men who followed after, codified what's normal, and abnormal.  Oedopus Complex?  Normal.  Phallic Symbolism?

   Penis Envy.  That's what he called it, because obviously a girl who wants to express herself, and be the center of attention, doesn't know her place, and only envies men for having the D.  It's all about the D, and if you want to see his credentials, he'd be perfectly happy to flop it out with a Ruler.

   So yeah, it is a delusion.  A mass delusion caused by letting a man with so many sexual hangups he defined himself, "Something taller than it is wide, and annoys my mother," as a Phallic Symbol.  Sigmund Freud told everyone what was normal and abnormal sexuality, so now the whole world thinks that having the hots for your mom is cool, but a woman who wants to have just a little power in bed is just jealous, because she was born without a penis.  Read it, says it right there, in Black and White.

   She's a Queen.  Not a size queen, a drag queen, a Killer Queen, just a queen.  A power-piece, of ass.  Even bent over in the dirt, scooping up the gritty clumps to rub it all over her face, because it's not what it looks like.  It's never what it looks like, that's the secret to Life, the Universe, and Everything:

   Ask, don't assume.  You catch a football player, a linebacker strapped to the legs underneath the bleachers getting whipped by a freshman in a borrowed cheerleader outfit, what does that mean?  None of your damned business, whether he's wearing the cheerleader uniform, and wig because he's a transvestite, they just finished the annual Powderpuff game before Homecumming, or she made him do it.  Because he looks cute in the pleated skirt with his hardon trapped in the lining between his thick hairy legs, We know what it's all about, because we talked about it.

   That's the difference between BDSM and Sexual Abuse, we talk about it first.  For hours, usually longer than the scene itself, because it takes a lot of negotiating to make sure Everyone has their fantasy satisfied.

   So, it doesn't even matter to the audience why they get to see a cheerleader in pads tie up a linebacker in a skirt under the bleachers, as long as it's sexy enough for them to cheer it on, then degenerated to an orgy.  Not for the other Cheerleaders, nor for the other players on the Football team, and if you want to chalk them all being in drag to the Powderpuff game that night, go right ahead.

   Because if you asked every single one of them why they wanted to see that, you'd get 50 different answers.

   As for how a self confessed gay man can fuck 2 girls, in the same night?  None of your damned business, let me keep a few of my secrets to myself.

   I will point out that I got what I wanted.  That first night, the night I met my Queen, and made me Her's?

   I got Drake.  Bent over, hogtied, his nuts in rubberbands holding his still dripping softy bound around it like a curly Q.

   Right up the ass, not because he's gay, but because he isn't.  If you can't understand that, then fine.

   You don't have to.

   .

   Mic hits the stage.

   .

   "I'm out."

   ;

Alphy {ff IR/ff Flashback.  MB Porn}

   "Hey, Dina." She stopped, "Wait up?" Looked back, an Angel not a Clover, but I picked her for a few reasons.

   "Wha'zup?" Not because she's black, but.  Because of that, there were a few things about her.  Body, or more specifically a couple, in particular.

   "I was thinking," I walked next to her, "You remember the party after the game at Capital?" Big win.

   "Yeh?"

   "Yeah, well.  You know, we got pretty drunk, and rowdy, and some of the girls, said some things."

   "Yeah, I member."

   "Well, I maybe.  Well, i wasn't lying, I just, had a little trouble.  Thinking about it at the time, but then I got home, and sobered up, and ever since then I can't help thinking about.  It."

   The other thing is, I don't believe she is truly.  "You skrate?"

   "I don't know any more.  Huh!  Well, you see there was this one girl, and we fooled around this weekend, a little, but mostly we just swapped boyfriends."

   "So you a swinga now."

   "Yeah, at least.  So anyway, Drake's with her, and I'm going out with her ex, but he's in.  Well." I blushed, "He goes to another school, and.  You know.  He's.  A boy."

   "So now you bi curious, isatit?"

   "Yeah, something like that.  Huh!  But really, we.  What we're really getting into is Bondage." Might as well go for broke.  "Oh, and we need another uniform for a scene, so if you don't mind me asking, what size are you?"

   "Oh," she laughed, "Izat what it is?  Fowaminit ther, i thought.  You'was, nevamind."

   Hitting on her?  "Yeah."

   "Wel'like." She shifted her bra in her hands, "You mean dat freshman girl, what her name?"

   "B.  Yeah."

   "Well, Ima 33D, if she wanna borra my old uniform, I ain't werinit no more, so yeh.  She ken haveit."

   "That's a little to big, but I guess we can take it in, or whatever."

   "Yeh, from last ye'ah?  I outgrowed it."

   "Oh yeah, that'd be perfect."

   "Aright, here my ride."

   "Mind if I come over, hang out?"

   "Nah, cummon."

   ;

   {They're not going to talk about it, in front of anyone, so skip ahead to the next conversation.}

   ;

   Sadina {ff...}

   "So," I was thinking, "What kinda scene you talkin bout?"

   "Well, you know, 2 guys, two girls..." She got out her phone, "I can show you."

   "Aright." I locked the door.

   "You get your own room?"

   "Uh huh," she set right down, "No sista." right next to me.

   "You know, this is a," she lean over, 'sex scene.' Whisper.

   'yeh.' I grin, 'bondage.' She say.

   "Okay, just a trigger warning, they get pretty rough."

   "Aright," shrug, "I can takit." I never seen nothing like that, not 4 real.  I mean with somebody I know, but it her phone.  So, she took them, pictures.

   "They gay?" I know Drake though.

   "Oh, no.  He isn't." She pointed.  "He is, though."

   I tilted my head, "Really.  Why he.  Bent ova fo, den?"

   "Why do you think?" She swiped to the next one.

   "Ha hah!" i better lower my voice, 'that ain't gay?'

   "Well, like I said.  It is for him, and it isn't.  For Drake."

   "Gettin' fucked." Mhm?  "What it is, then?"

   "Humiliation, mostly.  This next one's video." Look like the same picture, cept the little player symbol in the middle.  She hit it.

   "Yeah, you like that faggot?"

   "Ngh, yeah!"

   "Yeah!" she hit him, "Fuck him, yeah!" Spank him, into him.

   "NGHAUUUH!" I never hearda man, make a sound likeat!

   "Hahah!" think you know sumun!  "Now that what I'm talking 'bout!" Hard 2 b'lieve that Drake!

   "You like it?"

   "Mhm?"

   "Yeah, me too."

   "That hot as fuck!"

   "You hot?"

   "Mhm?"

   "Yeah, you are." she touch my leg, "You so hot and sexy."

   "Yeah?"

   "Mhm?" she kiss me.

   It aint like I never.  Well, you know what she say, about that party. Yeah, we got drunk, and wild, and I like it.  I didn't know she into, all that, tie me up stuff, but.  "Huh!" I wipe my mouth, "You wanna do that?"

   "Fuck?"

   "Well, not like.  Butfuckin, but.  I mean, you know.  That, Bondage."

   "Yeah."

   "With me?"

   "Yeah."

   "Thought so."

   She just aint come right out and say it, so I ask first.

   ;

   Alphy {ff Bond}

   "Well, I got to go first." I put my phone back, and got out the strap.

   "Why'sat?"

   "Because I did it before.  I know, you want to top, but first you have to learn from the bottom, so nobody gets hurt."

   "Mhm?"

   "If you don't want to do this, just tell me."

   "No, I do.  With my man, but you right.  I better learn it with you first."

   "Exactly.  Now, give me your hands." I ripped open the velcro, and let it roll out.  Pinched between my fingers, the little plastic ring spun, then dropped out.  Hanging in front of her face, she watched it.  Grinning, I knew it.

   Or, "Actually." I'd like to think so.  "I'm going to bind you now." She looked up.  "Do you consent?"

   "Mhm?"

   "Say it, out loud."

   "Yeah, tye me up.  Now."

   "Okay," I looped it through the buckle, "How's this, too tight?"

   "Nah, you can pull it tighter."

   "You really like this?" She shrugged.

   "Yeah, it'sall right." She took a breath, and a long blink.  "Huhhh!"  She licked her lips.  "Mh, yeh."

   "You like it."

   "Mhm?" Just like that.  She bottomed out, just like that.

   "Have you been having bondage fantasies?"

   "Mhm?  Yeah, slave fantasy."

   "Really?"

   "Mhm?"

   "Okay, this is.  Some high test shit, so I'm going to go real slow, and if it gets too intense, say Cooties."

   "Mh hmhihehn!  Relly?"

   "Yeah, good." I patted her hair.  "Relax, say it real quick."

   "Cootie?  Ehihmhm?"

   "Yes, that's good.  Now, this is really important.  That means STOP."  Snatch my hand back as if burned.  "We're done, that's the safety word, to make sure you don't get hurt.  Understand?"

   "Yeh."

   "Good, now lean over." I pulled the little red plastic teardrop out from the back of her neck, and started zipping it down.  Her hair was in twists, instead of braids, but also flat braided in swirls around the back of her head, and beaded with some sort of purple yarn.  Blended together, with her twisted black hair, then disappearing, until it was nothing but yarns hanging down to knots with beads on the end.

   "Huh!" She sighed, and nodded.  When the clasp in the middle of her back let go, and her big heavy Ds hung free.

   "How do you feel?" I rubbed her back, traced the lines printed it, and followed them out, spreading the zippered back across the strap marks.

   Bondage, is it racist for black girls to dream about it?  Not my call, not my fantasy, but speaking of which I felt up, and slipped it down over her shoulders.

   She shrugged.  "Aite?  I don't know how to say, it feel.  I never even, I dunno, what I thought it'd feel like, but not like this?"

   "You like it?"

   "Mhm?"

   "Let me know if the strap starts to feel too tight, now I'm going to touch you."

   Bent over, on the side of the bed, I ran my hands back down, and rubbed her back again.  With one hand, petting up and down her spine, I listened to her breathe.

   Like he said, Pay Attention.

   "Mhm?"

   So deep, I felt her ribs swell.  Even spread apart a little, but almost like she was asleep.  I would be surprised to hear her start snoring.

   "Mhhhhn!" I cupped her breast, and squeezed it.  Gently, at first, then slowly a little harder.

   "Now, I'm going to hurt you.  A little," still petting up and down her spine, completely relaxed, but expecting her to tense.  "Just a little more. Tighter, and harder, until it starts to hurt.  Is it starting to hurt?"

   "Mhm?"

   "Tell me when it starts to hurt.  Too much."

   She tensed, a little more.  And a little more, her breath stopped, mid exhale, the she sucked in.  "SnhhH?" She held it, but nodded.  "Nhm?"

   "Is that enough?"

   "Huh!" I let go, and she just collapsed.  Went limp, and I resumed petting her back.  Slowly, gently, barely brushing her spine with my palm, but letting my fingertips ripple over them, and the ends of her ribs to either side until I reached her neck.

   "You all right?"

   "Mhm?"

   "Good." I came around, switched hands, and rubbed back and forth.  Across her shoulders, I felt underneath, and pushed the hanging cup of her bra aside.  "Now," I felt her breast, "I'm going to do the other side, okay?"

   "Mhm.  Do it." She took a deep breath, and held it.

   "Relax," I felt back and forth.  Shoulder to shoulder, "Try to relax," lower, and lower, "Let me know when it starts to hurt, too much." Tighter and tighter, harder and harder.

   "Mh, hun?  Stahp.  Huh!"

   She relaxed.  Practically fell, limp across her lap, but brought her bound wrists up to block her sides, protectively with her arms.

   "Good," I felt down, "Good." Petted circles around the small of her back, and rubbed the back of her neck.  "Sit up?"

   She blinked, lopped around the room, her own room as if seeing it for the first time, and i remembered.

   My first time, being Bound.

   "Give me your hands." I picked out the end, stuck to the wrap around her wrists.

   "That's it?"

   "For now, let's take a break.  You thirsty?"

   "Yeah," she rubbed them.

   "Me too.  I'm going to go get some water.  Go ahead, and lay down.  Relax."

   "Yeah," she slipped her hands out of the arms, and finished taking off her bra.

   "I'll be right back."

   I closed the door, but she was already turning, to lay down, and roll back.  On her bed, reaching up to pull the pillow.

   Her big heavy hot breasts spreading out to the sides.

   That's how you do it.  It's driving me nuts, but there's no other way to find out what she wants, and how much she can take.

   ;

Quick psychological notes:  She can't Empathize, but she's learned how to Sympathize to compensate.  From her ex-boyfriend, if you want the clinical terms, she's the PAMN (Power Assertive Malignant Narcissist) Westley Power-Reassurance, Jacques is Co-Dependent, and Beatrix an Anger-Exitation Sadist.  (Just doesn't have a dungeon yet, so carries around a Rape-Kit.)  All of those are far too Paraphilic for natural sexuality (Like gay/straight) to even apply, Julie's narcissistic enough to fuck someone for the mirror to reflect her greatness, and so's "Roy."  He's just more Passive-Aggressive, and Intellectual about it.  "The Friendzone is the End-zone," they got lucky enough to practice on willing victims.  

   ;

D.   {Cooldown}

   Wow.  Just wow.  I squeeze my titties, and I even had them squeeze on, even harder then that, but i never felt nothing like that my whole life, and the bondage?

   "Yeah." I like that.

   "Here, sit up." She held it for me, and I felt her hand again.  On my neck, my weave, holding me while I gulp.  Don't even taste it, but then.

   "Kah!" The ice rattle back in the glass.  "What is that?"

   "Ice water?" I nodded.

   "Damn, no tea o coolaid or nothin?" Shake my head, "Ever taste so fuckin good as'at!"

   "Yeah," she rub my neck.  "How you feel?"

   "Mh," I twistit, "Hm." Till it pop, and turn it the other way.  "Huh!  Fuck you right.  That some heavy duty shit!"

   "But you enjoyed it."

   "Mhm?" Outta Ice water, I pull up my arms, and put on my uniform, but aint zip it up.  "I'ma go get more water."

   "Good." Left the door open, but I just filt it quick from the bathroom, gulped it, and filled it again.  I ain't never like tap water afore, at all, ice or no ice, but this.  I really was thirsty, and it ain't like I skipped on gatoraid at practice, neither.  "Huh!"

   Hand it to her.  "Siph?" She scrape her lip off with her teeth.  "You ready to talk about it?"

   "That what we do next?"

   "It helps, but I have to ask you about something, that bothered me."

   "Alright," I sat down, "Shoot." Hug her shoulder.

   "You remember at the pool?"

   "What pool?"

   "At the hotel, after the Capitol game."

   "Oh yeah.  Uh huh?"

   "Well, I couldn't help but notice you and Travis, going at it, in the hot tub?"

   "Yeah, so?  We all got into it, I mean, not all together, but.  Well, we's partyin, around the pool, and all fucked up, so.  It ain't like we ain't seen eachother naked all the time.  You'n Drake did it to, right there on the loungers."

   "Yeahbut, the way Travis did it looked kinda rough."

   "Mhm?  I like it rough.  Specialy when we been drinkin?"

   "Okay, it just.  It didn't look right, so it bothered me."

   "Don't worry bout it, it just how we do."

   "Black folk?"

   "Now I dunno bout that, but me'n Travis?  Yeh, an my folks to.  I guess it different for white girl, but, yo momma aint hit you, right?" She shake her head, I seen her fuck up, right there.  Her momma get mad, but if she do, she done it in private.  "Well, my momma, smack yo mouth, you give her lip.  How we learn, don't talk back, or she smack yo mouth."

   "So, it makes you tough too.  Like Drake, he hits like a log truck, and takes, incredible hits on the field, so he can take a lot of punishment."

   "Mhm?" Frown.

   "What?"

   "He ain't beatin on you?"

   "Of course not!  He would never, in fact I hit him all the time.  Cause he can take it, but he'd never hit a woman."

   "Mhm?"

   "What?"

   "That sexist."

   "Hitting women?"

   "No, not hitting women.  Why you white girl weak, cause they treat you like a baby yo whole life, but then you grow up.  Now, I aint sayin hit a chile, to hard, but you what, sixteen?"

   "Seventeen!  Almost eighteen?"

   "Yeah, so you almost a grown woman, you graduating?"

   "I keep my grades up, why?"

   "Well, out in the real world, mens ain't gonna protect you yo whole life, and other mens gonna fuck witchu.  Always, they already do that, I seen it, and you ever seen them fuck wit me?"

   "I don't think so."

   "Yeah, cause I'ma fighter.  I's raised a fighter.  You raised to get a big boyfriend, so you don't have to fight?  Yeah, well that just work till he leave, or you go out by youself, he ken't be there twenyfoseven?  We all gotta learn, to fight, or when the time come, you getcho ass kick, or worse, rape."

   "Oh."

   "Thanks." I hug her.

   "What for?"

   "Well for bein so cool 4-1, and showin me that bondage?"

   "Mhm?" White girl mhm.

   "Yeah, special fo that."

   "Your welcome.  Think you can show me how to fight?"

   "Yeah, les change first.  You gotcho school close?"

   "Yeah." I pulled out the zipper, and help her out of it.

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Final {fM NS Viol}

   "Uh!" I rolled my eyes, and Roy looked back.

   "What?"

   "Nothing, why don't you go get me a sandwitch, or something." I patted his ass when he got up.

   "Hey," he leaned over the table, "Haven't seen you around here." Put his arm up.

   Crotch damned near eye level.  "Lucky me." Set down my drink, stood up.  "Katy?"

   "Who's Katy?"

   "You know, Katy Perry?" Threw out my cup, and turned around.  "Isn't that who you copied those douchebangs from?"

   He swept it back, tucked it behind his ear.  "I didn't copy anyone." 

   Came up with that potential combover all by yourself?    "How original." I nodded.

   "Look, I don't know who you think I am, but it's not like I cruise the campus hitting on random college girls all the time."

   "Right, so just the high school girls?"

   "What high school girls?"

   "I don't know, me?  I'm seventeen, a senior.  In high school?"

   "Then what are you doing here?" He didn't believe me.

   "Checking out the classes?  Senior, so." Waved my hand, "Looking at colleges, like this one?  Are you extra stupid, or are all guys that dumb?"

   "Look bitch."

   No, you." I pointed, "Look." Up, 1 finger.  "Go fuck yourself, not interested."

   He grabbed it, so.  I was already thinking about, what she taught me.  Trying to decide, any of the many options to hurt him, I'd practice on my man, her man, and a real man.

   Line backer, oh yeah.  "That's it," Snatch her wig?  "Yeah."  Slip my hand into my pocket.

   "AHHHH!" He let go.  So, I twisted, and yanked down.  "...hhhGHN!" Broke his nose.  "YWH BIGHS!" Standing up, I had to drop a knee, for the uppercut he left open earlier.  "Guhn!" His knees went out.  "Uhhhhn!" He fell down, curled up on his side.

   "Huh!" I rolled my eyes, and unzipped my purse.  "This is a citizen's arrest." Dropped the roll of knickles in, and fished out the cuff.  Ripped, it, and let it spin by the plastic buckle, pinched between my finger and thumb.  "For assault on a minor.  You have the right to moan in pain.  Give me your hand, campus security should be here any second."

   "GahHhHhN?" He wined.

   "Oh, there's my man.  With my sammech.  Good, I'm starving."

   "You all right?" He ran up.

   "Yeah, I got this?  What you get?"

   "Pimento cheese?" Cut in half to fit in the plastic triangle from a vending machine.

   "Good, my favorite." I ripped off the plastic.  "Go get me a soda or something to wash it down with."

   "Oh, sorry." He shook his head, "I should have thought of that."

   "Mhm!" I munched, and got the other blouser out of my purse.  For jogging or whatever, you can strap them around your pantlegs, so your socks don't get wet in the morning, or if they just watered the grass at the park. Or bugs don't crawl up, I hate that!

   Of course, they have other uses too, but it wasn't long enough to get around both his ankles.  So, I tied his laces together instead.

   "Don't run off.  Jesus, how long does security take at this school anyway?  You know, douchebangs?"

   "I'm nogh a douche!"

   "Of course not.  A real douche actually gets a chance to squirt fluids in a pussy once.  Well, here's my man, I guess he'll have to call them for us."

   Huh!  Scratch one school off the list.

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