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Thomas' Story: Cumin' of Age by T. F. Yank
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Thomas' Story: Cumin' of Age
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by T. F. Yank
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The following story is purely fictitious. Any resemblance to real
life simply means I got lucky. It contains consensual and non-
consensual sex between minors (High School). If such things offend
you, please hit 'N' or however you abort reading messages on your
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There is a particularly _UGLY_ rape scene depicted in chapters 23 -
26. You may wish to skip these chapters if you find such subject
matter offensive.
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-- Chapter Seven
Thomas was just turning the corner when he saw Louanne leave her
house. He called out to her as he ran to catch up.
"Looks like your plans for today got fucked," Louanne said to him
when he joined her. "Seems we have a meeting with Mrs. Whalen this
afternoon?"
"Yeah, I found out last night. I was helping out at the church when
she told me and my mother about the tutoring."
"Well, just so you know, I don't want any of this. I don't see why
I need this shit anyways. I'm gonna be a model, or an actress. I
don't need history for that."
"But Mrs. Whalen said it was already agreed?"
"Oh, I have to do it. My step-mom and I had a good fight about it
last night. She told me if I failed this fucking class, not only would
I be spending all summer in school, but she was gonna cut off my
allowance until I passed the fucking class next year."
"And just in case that wasn't enough, she threatened to ground me
permanently if my marks don't improve on the next test. So whether I
like it or not, I'm stuck. But don't you get any ideas. I may have to
put up with you tutoring me, but I don't have to like it, or you for
that matter."
"Hey, I'm sorry. Maybe I should tell Mrs. Whalen I'm not interested
in tutoring you."
"Don't do that. If I have to have someone tutor me, I'd rather have
you. You know it all."
"I do happen to be pretty good in the subject. But I don't want you
being mad at me because of it."
"I'm not mad at you. I guess I'm just mad at the world."
"Yeah, I know how that feels. I was really looking forward to being
with Debbie this afternoon. Now with her being grounded, and me having
to tutor you, I don't know when we'll be together again."
"Hey, that's not a problem. You two can meet at my house tomorrow.
Debbie will just say she's coming over to study with me. She does that
all the time. My step-mom ain't back until Sunday. You can find a
reason to get out of the house for a few hours, can't you?"
"I don't know. Saturday is the church bazaar. I am suppose to be
working at that."
"All day? Can't you get away for a couple of hours?"
"I can try. But I don't know for sure."
"Well you better try hard. Or Debbie may decide she'd be better off
with someone else."
"I'll see what I can do. But I can't promise. If I did, I'd only
be lying."
They had reached Debbie's house. She was waiting for them. "Now
you're the one who looks in bitchy mood this morning," Debbie said to
Louanne.
"And you're gonna feel the same way, once I tell you why," was
Louanne's reply.
Louanne explained what had happened.
"Damn, that's not fair! I was looking forward to this afternoon,"
complained Debbie. "Besides it sounds like you'll be spending more
time with Tommy than I will."
"Well, it sure ain't cause he turns me on," shot back Louanne.
"Besides it's up to your boyfriend here, when you two get together
again."
"What do you mean?" asked Debbie.
"Well, I suggested that you two could over to my house tomorrow.
You know how you always come over to study. But it seems he's got
better things to do."
"That's not fair, Louanne. Let me explain, Debbie."
"Yeah, it sounds like you better," Debbie said accusingly.
"Tomorrow is the church bazaar. And I'm suppose to be working at
it. My Mom will be there too. I told Louanne I'd try to get away for
a couple of hours, but I can't promise. If my mom ever found out, I'd
be in big trouble."
"If Debbie really meant something to you, you'd get away."
"Louanne, lighten up, will you? If Thomas says he'll try, I believe
him. I'm just disappointed, that's all. At least we can be together
at lunchtime," Debbie said to Thomas.
"And unless I can get away tomorrow, that'll probably be all the
time we get together for awhile," Thomas said dejectedly.
"Or until the next time my step-mom has to go out of town. We can
still cut school like we planned another time. Maybe I'll get Rodger
to do it too, and then I won't feel like a third wheel."
They arrived at school, and Debbie pulled Thomas aside. "I'm really
sorry we can't be together this afternoon. And I understand if you
can't make it tomorrow. I just want you to know I don't blame you."
"I'll really try tomorrow, I promise. Somehow we're find time to be
together."
"I'll see you at lunchtime. We can go out to the bleachers again,
if you want to?"
"I'd like that," Thomas said, giving her a quick kiss.
"Comon you two, we'll be late for our first class," called Louanne.
Reluctantly, Debbie and Thomas said goodbye and headed for their
classes.
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Thomas had trouble concentrating all morning. He kept thinking of
Debbie, and how she made him feel. Lunchtime seemed to take forever to
arrive. When the final morning bell rang, he ran to the cafeteria.
Debbie was waiting for him. She took his hand and led him out to
the playing field. There was a game going on and the bleachers were
full of people.
"Shit, I forgot there was a practice today. It's as if someone was
trying to keep us from being alone," she complained.
"Hey, it's okay," said Thomas trying to cheer her up.
"It's not okay. I almost feel like lying down here with you in
front of all these people."
"We couldn't do that," Thomas exclaimed.
"Why not? I want everyone to know how much you mean to me. I want
everyone to know how you make me feel."
"Please Debbie. It wouldn't be right"
"Oh, don't worry. I wouldn't really do it. We'd get thrown out of
school, and I'd be grounded for the rest of my life. Besides, I'd
never be able to see you again."
Thomas was relieved to hear that.
"It's just that you make me feel so happy, I want everyone to know.
You're so sweet and caring. You make me feel like someone, someone
important. And I think I'm falling in love with you."
Thomas' heart stopped when he heard her mention love. "Gee, don't
you think you're rushing things a bit?" he replied.
"Hey, that's okay. I'm use to guys just going out with me for sex.
If that's all you want, that's okay too. It just that with you, I feel
different."
"It's not just you're the first guy ever to make me come. I really
feel something when I'm just with you like this. That's why it doesn't
matter if you only like me for what we do when we're alone. You don't
have to like me, just be with me."
"I do like you. I like you a lot," Thomas protested. "And it isn't
just the sex thing. But love? I don't know. I could just as easily
say I love you. That's what you want me to say, isn't it? But I don't
know how I feel. This is all so new to me, the sex and everything."
"All I do know is that you do things to me, to my mind, that no one
has ever done before. Is it just the sex? I don't think so. But I'm
not sure if it's love either. I don't really know what it is. It's
all so confusing."
"Oh Tommy, you're so sweet. Maybe I am rushing things a bit. And
maybe it is just the sex, for both of us. But I don't care. I just
want to be with you every minute. I'll try not to pressure you into
anything you don't want."
"You're not pressuring me. We'll just have to wait and see what
happens. And if I can find a way, I promise I'll be there tomorrow."
They spent the rest of the lunch period walking hand in hand. When
the bell rang, they kissed goodbye and hurried to their next class.
--- *** ---
The afternoon seemed to pass as slowly as the morning had for
Thomas. But finally he was hurrying to his last class. Debbie and
Louanne were already seated by the time he arrived and he wasn't able
to speak to them.
The class was mainly review, so at least he didn't have to pay close
attention to what Mrs. Whalen was saying. When it was over, she asked
him and Louanne to stay behind.
"Thomas, this is the outline I mentioned last night," Mrs. Whalen
said, handing him a sheet of paper. "If you two tackle the first five
items next week, we can see where you might need extra help," she said
to Louanne.
Thomas looked over the topics listed on the paper. There wasn't
anything he didn't already know perfectly. "We should be able to
quickly cover these," he said to the teacher. "There's nothing
difficult here."
"Speak for yourself," said Louanne, once she glanced at the paper.
"Now Thomas, you must remember that Louanne isn't as quick as you.
Let her set the pace. She's the one who needs to learn it. If you go
too fast, she'll only become more confused."
"I suggest you first try to explain each section, then ask her
questions about it. You should then be able to determine what areas
you need to go over again in detail."
"And Louanne, if he goes to fast, be sure to tell him. It's for
your sake, you are doing this. And if you feel the need, I am
available after school to answer any questions that Thomas might not be
able to answer."
"Thank you, Mrs. Whalen. But I'm sure Thomas will be all the help I
need."
"Well, you two better run along. If you have any problems, let me
know. You're starting Monday, aren't you, Thomas?"
"Yes ma'am. We haven't decided when exactly, but I guess sometime
after supper."
"My step-mom said 7:00 would be a good time," Louanne added.
"Good. I wish you luck, Louanne. I'm sure you can do it if you
try."
They said goodbye to the teacher and left the classroom.
"Listen to me," Louanne whispered to Thomas as they were leaving the
building. "Rodger's walking me home today and I don't want him to know
about tomorrow. If you can get away, come around to the back door.
Try and make sure no one sees you. I don't want to have to explain to
my step-mother why some boy was sneaking into the house."
Before Thomas could reply, they ran into Debbie and Rodger.
"How you doing, Tom?" asked Rodger.
"Okay, I guess," Thomas replied stiffly, remembering the last time
he and Rodger had talked.
"Hey! Why don't you and Debbie come over to Dale's house tonight?
He's got the new White Snake album. We gonna sit around, and let the
sound clean our minds of all this school shit."
"I have to work at the church tonight. Have to set up for the
bazaar tomorrow, but thanks anyways," Thomas replied.
"Oh yeah I forgot. My mom wants me to go with her tomorrow morning.
What a drag. What about you, Debbie? You're more then welcome to
come."
"That sounds like fun. But I have other stuff I gotta do tonight."
"Oh well, next time. Dale asked if we could pick up Sandy on the
way. Is that okay, Lou?"
"Yeah, I guess so. But I can't stay too late. My step-mom will be
calling to check on me."
"Hey Tom, what's this I hear you're gonna be spending more time with
my girl than me?" asked Rodger.
"I'm only going to be tutoring her," Thomas answered.
"Yeah, but you'll be cutting into my time. Not that I'm worried, or
anything. If anyone can teach my girl history, you can. Just do it
quickly, will you? I don't know if I can survive too long without
her."
"Maybe you'll appreciate me more if you don't see so much of me,"
Louanne teased.
"Or maybe I'll just find someone else to take care of my needs in
the mean time," Rodger shot back.
"If you do, you better keep them," Louanne said somewhat stiffly.
"Hey, I'm only kidding. You know no one else could ever take your
place," Rodger said as he put his arms around her and gave her a hug.
"Shit, you're sure touchy today."
"I guess I'm just pissed off about this tutoring thing."
"Well it won't be forever. Tom will see to that, won't you Tom?"
"I'll do my best," he answered.
They had arrived at the corner near Debbie's house. She gave him a
kiss, and whispered in his ear, "And I know you'll do your best for me
too, tomorrow." She waved goodbye to the group, and left.
Once Debbie was gone, Thomas really didn't want to be around Rodger.
He was still pissed off at him and his comments yesterday.
"Guess I'll take off here," he said to Rodger and Louanne.
"Okay," answered Rodger. "Don't forget, if you finish early enough
at the church tonight, you're still welcome to stop by Dale's. You're
not still pissed at me for yesterday, are you?"
"Yes I am," Thomas replied.
"What happened yesterday?" Louanne asked.
"This is boy talk, Lou. Nothing that would interest you. Look Tom,
I'm sorry about what I said yesterday. It started out as teasing and
kinda got carried away. I didn't mean to get you mad or anything. I'm
really sorry."
"Well, maybe I over reacted a bit too. Okay, no hard feeling."
"Good. Now you will try to stop by later, won't you?"
"I'd really like to, but I suspect we'll be at the church late. And
I have to be there again first thing in the morning. So I better not
stay up too late. But maybe I'll see you tomorrow night, okay?"
"Sure, no problem. If you can get away tomorrow afternoon, a bunch
of us are playing ball over at the school. Maybe we'll see you then?"
"I dunno. But if I can, maybe. Anyhow I'd better be getting home.
I'll see you two soon."
They said goodbye to Thomas, and continued to Louanne's house.
"I knew weird Tom couldn't stay mad forever," Rodger chuckled once
they were out of sight.
"What was all that about anyways?" asked Louanne.
"Aw, nothing really. He didn't like something I said, and I didn't
take too kindly to something he said. But it ain't important. What is
important is whether you're gonna let me come in when we get to your
house."
"Don't start that again, Rodger. You know I'm not allowed to have
any boys in the house when my step-mom isn't home."
"Aw, comon Lou. I need to be with you today. Who knows when we'll
see each other again with you doing all this tutoring stuff with Mr.
Weird."
"Yeah, and I know all about you and your needs. I wonder sometimes
if that's the only reason you go out with me."
"How can you say that? You know I love you."
"Do you really love me? Or do you love what I do for you?"
"That's ain't fair. Of course I love you. And I love what you do
almost as much. So how about it, can I come in?"
"No! Shit, that's all I need. One of these nosey neighbors telling
my step-mom how I had a boy in the house. She's already threatened to
ground me for the summer if I don't improve my marks."
"But Lou, I have needs."
"Why don't you take your needs in hand and pull."
"But your mouth feels so much better," he said with a big grin.
"Well this mouth is on strike as of now. At least until you learn
to use yours for something else besides bullshit."
"What the fuck do you mean by that?"
"You heard me. I'm sick and tired of always being the one who does
all the work. If you want me to do that again, you'll have to do me
first. And I don't mean a couple of licks and kisses either. All the
way, or you can forget about my mouth permanently."
"You can't do that"
"I sure can, and I will. As a matter of fact, I think I'm going to
have a headache tonight, so don't bother picking me up. I won't be
going over to Dale's"
"What the fucks gotten into you?" Rodger snarled as he grabbed her
arm.
"Stop that. You're hurting me," Louanne cried out.
"I'll do more than hurt you, you stupid bitch. Where the fuck do
you get off telling me what you'll do or not do. Fuck, you were
nothing before I decided to go out with you. And you'll be nothing
again if I dump you."
"Please Rodger, you're hurting my arm. Let me go, please?"
"I'll be by at seven to pick you up, and you goddamn better be
ready. Ain't no way I'm gonna look like a fool. I've already told
everyone you'd be there. And you will be, won't you?"
"Sure, Rodger. Anything you want. But please let go of my arm,
you're hurting me."
"Oh, what have I done? I'm sorry Lou, really I am. The thought of
being without you is more than I can stand. I really do love you. I
didn't mean to hurt you, really."
"Well, I guess it's okay. But you really frightened me. Don't ever
do that again, okay?"
"Sure sweetheart. I guess I just got carried away. If you really
don't feel like going tonight, that's okay too. Maybe we can just go
for a walk or something. It will be one of the last time we'll be
alone for awhile."
"I dunno. I really do have a headache. And I should start studying
all that stuff for history. What if I see you tomorrow night?"
Rodger looked like he would explode again. Louanne quickly added,
"And then maybe we could go to the playing field, just the two of us?"
"That sounds more like my girl. Sure, that would be a great idea.
Your mom doesn't get back 'til Sunday, right?" So we could stay out
real late?"
"Well, I ain't too sure about that. She usually calls to make sure
I'm home by a certain time each night."
"No problem, we just make sure you're back in time for the call, and
then we can sneak back out."
"Well, maybe. Anyhow I better be getting in, in case she calls.
I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"
"Sure babe. I do love you, Louanne. I love you a lot."
"And I love you, too," she said, giving him a quick kiss.
Before he could do or say anything else, she quickly ran into the
house. Closing the door and locking it, Louanne stood there
frightened. Her heart was racing, and her stomach felt sick. "My
God," she thought, "he could have killed me." Her arm still hurt where
he had grabbed it.
His comments about her being nothing before him, and how she would
be again when he dumped her, kept echoing in her mind. True, after
Gary moved away, she didn't seem to fit in with any particular crowd.
And after she started dating Rodger, she did seem more popular.
The phone rang. She went to answer it. As expected, it was her
step-mom. "Hi," Louanne said, putting the questions screaming in her
mind aside. "I thought it would be you."
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"Thomas' Story: Cumin' of Age" Chapter 07 - by T. F. Yank
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