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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
system.
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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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Due to the length of the entire story (37 chapters in all), Please
do not ask me to e-mail you any parts that you might have missed.
Comments, criticisms (constructive or not), and even flames are
permissable however. (Hell, I've been here for a while and STILL
haven't received even one flame. Starting to feel left out [grin])
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-- Chapter Nine
"If you expect to get home on time, you better get moving," Louanne
said to Debbie..
"Oh shit," Debbie swore. "We better hurry and get dressed. If I
blow this, I don't when we'll ever see each other again," she said as
she jumped up from the couch. She grabbed her discarded clothing and
quickly put them on.
"I brought down you school books," Louanne said. "Luckily we got a
lot done before he showed up if your Dad asks to see what we did."
"God yes. I almost forgot about that. I bet he'll want to see
everything we did. Well, I have that report I wrote at school last
week, too. There should be enough."
Turning to Thomas, she added, "You better stay here awhile, in case
he's outside. That's okay, ain't it, Lou?"
"Well, if he staying, he better put some clothes on. But yes, he
can. Now hurry up. You don't wanna get into more trouble, do you?"
Debbie grabbed her books and started for the stairs. Turning, she
ran back to Thomas and threw her arms around him. "I don't want to go.
Oh Tommy, I love you so much."
"I love you too. But you have to go. I'll see you at school. And
you're only grounded for a few more days. We'll have plenty of time to
spend together after that. Now get going."
They kissed goodbye, and Debbie flew up the stairs.
Thomas watched her go, surprised by the feeling of sadness that came
over him.
"You bastard!"
"Pardon me?" he said, turning to face Louanne.
"You really love her, don't you?"
"Well yes, I do."
"Yeah right. You really love her when she sucks your cock."
"Hey, that's not why I love her."
"Oh you love her because she's so sweet?"
"Yes. She is sweet."
"Or is it her cunt's sweet and you get off eating cunt?"
"I don't have to listen to this. I don't know why you're so upset
at me."
"And what about me?" Louanne asked as she moved closer to him.
"Would you love me too if I sucked you off? If I let you eat me?"
Her hand reached out and wrapped around his penis. Thomas froze at
the contact.
"Isn't that all you really want? Just someone to suck your dirty
cock, someone to swallow your disgusting cum?"
"Don't!" Tommy yelled as he tried to move away from her.
"Comon, I can take care of you, too. You don't need to mess around
with her," Louanne said as she moved after him.
"You're crazy! I don't want you. Let me outta here. Get away from
me." Thomas ran to get his clothes.
"I told you I wouldn't stand by and watch you hurt her," Louanne
yelled at him.
"I ain't gonna hurt her. I love her. I couldn't hurt her."
"Bullshit! How can you love her. You only just met her."
"I don't know. All I know is I do. I told her that we didn't have
to do any of that sex stuff. I was happy just being with her. But she
wanted to."
"Don't lie to me. I saw you. You're sick."
"I'm sick? I'm sick! What the hell are you? You were the one who
stood there and watched. Now if that ain't sick."
"I . . . er . . . But you . . ." Louanne stammered, not sure what
to say.
"Look, I don't know how to make you understand. I'm not even sure
why I need to. But I really do love Debbie. I mean it. She makes me
feel like. . . I don't know. But I do know it ain't just the sex. I
admit I like that part too. God, I never imagined it could be that
good. But if tomorrow, she said no more, it wouldn't matter. Just as
long as we can be together. That's all that matters."
Louanne watched as Thomas hurriedly put on his clothing. She felt
confused. Could he really mean it? Was she so worried that Debbie
would be hurt again, that she couldn't see that they were really in
love?
Did she even know what love was any more? She thought she and
Rodger were in love. But after what he did yesterday, could she be
sure? Maybe she was all wrong about weird Tom.
"Look, I'm sorry. But Debbie means a lot to me. I don't want to
see her hurt again," Louanne said.
"She means a lot to me too. And I'm not going to hurt her," Thomas
replied as he pushed his shirt into his pants. "Maybe it would be
better if I just left."
"Okay, so maybe I was wrong. Look about what I did before, you
don't need to say anything to Debbie, okay?"
"What you did?" asked Thomas.
"You know, when I touched your . . . er . . . thing. I wouldn't
have really done anything, I was just . . ."
"Hey, forget it. It didn't mean anything. But you did kinda scare
me for a moment."
"Well, just as long as you don't say anything. I'm really sorry."
"Oh, I won't say anything to Debbie. But maybe Rodger . . ."
"You wouldn't," Louanne yelped.
"Well, it's only fair. You tested me to see if I really loved
Debbie. This could be a kinda test to see how much he loves you,"
Thomas said with a grin.
"You're only teasing," Louanne said, relieved.
"You didn't really think I'd tell him, did you? That's not the
kinda thing you go around telling people."
"Well, I wasn't sure. I don't know you all that well. And some
people think you do weird things and all."
"Why don't we just forget it ever happened. I better get going.
Figure I'll head over to the school. There's suppose to be a ball game
going on. And that's where I told my mom I was going this afternoon."
"Hey, I'll walk over with you. Rodger was suppose to be there. But
I think you should go first. It wouldn't look right if someone saw us
leaving together. Sneak out the back, and wait for me at the corner,
okay?"
"Okay. And Lou?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks for letting Debbie and me meet here today."
"That's okay. You can do it again if you want the next time my
step-mom isn't home. You better get going."
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"Thomas' Story: Cumin' of Age" Chapter 09 - by T. F. Yank
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