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Thomas - Chapter 05
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Thomas' Story: Cumin' of Age
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by T. F. Yank
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consensual sex between minors (High School). If such things offend
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-- Chapter Five
Thomas was still furious after his second class. Rodger and Dale
had no right to talk about Debbie that way. They didn't even know her
that well. She wasn't a slut. Okay, so maybe she did do stuff like
they said. But she said she was still a virgin. That was something.
But he knew what they had done last night was a sin. He felt
confused. How could anything so wonderful be bad. His mom was always
talking about how the Devil tempted people with pleasure. And how sex
was the greatest temptation of all.
But when he remembered how sweet Debbie looked when she cried
afterward, he just couldn't imagine her as a follower of Satan. And he
knew he wasn't one either. All he knew was he wished he was alone with
her right now.
They didn't have a class together until after lunch. But he'd
probably see her at lunchtime anyway. And again later tonight.
All he could think about was what they would do. Debbie had
promised that they would do something special. How anything could be
better than what they had already done, he couldn't imagine.
He had a hard time paying attention during the next two classes.
When the final morning bell rang, he rushed to the cafeteria, searching
for Debbie. He saw Rodge and Dale on the way, but ignored them.
Debbie was standing with Louanne at the cafeteria entrance. Seeing
Thomas, she ran to meet him.
"Hi," she said as she kissed him on the cheek.
He felt himself turning red. "Please Debbie, not here."
"Oh, I'm not good enough for you, now? I was okay last night."
"No. That's not what I meant. It's just that . . ."
"Oh, you don't want the others to see us together? I understand.
Most of other guys felt that way too."
"No, that's not it either. It's just I've never done that before.
I guess I feel kinda embarrassed."
"You're ashamed of me?"
"No, never! I guess I'm a bit shy, that's all. I don't mind being
seen with you at all. Matter of fact, I think it's kinda nice."
"Nice enough to give me a kiss?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
"A real kiss? Or would you rather people didn't know we are kinda
going together?"
"Going together?"
"Yeah. I figured after last night, you know . . ."
"Gee. I guess you're right. Hey, I've never gone with anyone
before. It's a nice thought."
"Well, now that's settled, what about that kiss?"
"Sure," replied Thomas, giving her a peck on the cheek.
"I said a real kiss. If you can't do better than that, maybe I
should find someone else?"
Thomas reached out and pulled her closer. His lips pressed against
hers. Debbie's tongue pushed it's way through his lips. Thomas forgot
where he was as his hands grasped her waist.
"You two better stop that shit before one of the teachers comes
along," Louanne said.
"Oh hi, Louanne," Thomas said sheepishly, as he and Debbie
separated.
"Did you tell him yet?" Louanne asked Debbie.
"Tell me what?" asked Thomas.
"Well, about tonight," Debbie said.
"What about tonight?"
"I can't see you tonight. I got grounded for getting home so late
last night."
"Gee, I'm sorry. I guess it was my fault. I should have gotten you
home earlier."
"It wasn't your fault. Besides, I didn't want to go home earlier.
Hell, I didn't want to go home when I did. I just wish you could have
continued doing what you did all night."
"Debbie, please. Not in front of Louanne."
"Oh, it's okay. She knows everything."
"Everything?" asked Thomas, as he glanced at Louanne.
"Debbie and I never keep secrets. And when she said everything, she
meant it," Louanne replied.
Thomas blushed and looked away from Louanne's knowing smile.
"And from what she told me, you ain't got nothing to be ashamed of
either."
"Comon Lou, don't tease the poor guy. If I didn't know better, I'd
think you were jealous."
"Jealous? Me? Why should I be jealous?"
"Well, maybe you ain't so happy with your boyfriend."
"I ain't got no complaints with Rodger. And if you don't watch your
mouth, I ain't gonna come up with a plan."
"A plan?" asked Thomas, not quite following the conversation, but
happy it had turned away from what he and Debbie had done the night
before.
"Yeah. Lou thinks she can come up with something so we can see each
other even though I'm grounded."
"Really? You think so?" Thomas asked Louanne.
"Well, I ain't sure. But there has to be something. I may need
some time, but I'll figure out something."
"I'd really appreciate it," Thomas said hopefully. "I don't know
how we'll manage if we can't see each for a whole week except here at
school."
"Hey I know. My step-mom has to go out of town for a couple of days
tomorrow. What if we cut a class or two tomorrow afternoon. You two
could at least spend a couple of hours together. And no one would see
you at my place."
"I don't know," said Thomas. "I've never skipped school before."
"Hey that's a great idea, Lou. Comon Tommy. It's either that, or
nothing 'til next week. I don't want to wait that long. And don't
forget the special something I promised."
"But I've never done anything like that before."
"It'll be fun, I promise you. Like the stuff you never did before
last night."
"But how do we get out of school? Won't they notice we're gone?" he
asked.
"Shit, that ain't a problem," Louanne said. "We simply take off at
lunchtime. And we forge a note for each other saying we had a doctor's
appointment, or something like that. It ain't no big deal. We've done
it dozens of times. No one ever checks."
"Please Tommy? For me?" pleaded Debbie.
"Well, if you're sure we won't get caught," he answered, still not
quite decided.
"Oh, you're so sweet," Debbie said as she kissed him.
"Why don't you two go for a walk or something," Louanne suggested.
"If you keep that up, some teacher is bounded to catch you."
"Comon Tommy. I ain't really hungry anyways. We can take a walk
over to the playing field."
They told Louanne they would see her later and left the school.
They walked quickly, Debbie leading. Once they reached the bleachers
at the side of the field, Debbie led them underneath.
"It ain't quite as private as our special spot in the park, but
it'll have to do," she said as she wrapped her arms around him. She
pressed her mouth to his, and kissed him deeply. Her hand unzipped his
pants and reached for his penis.
"Debbie please, not here. What if someone comes?"
"I sure hope someone comes, and that someone better be me." She
sank to her knees in front of him and took his penis into her mouth.
She pulled on his hips, forcing him to the ground.
The feel of her mouth, as it swallowed his now hard shaft, caused
him to forget the rest of the world. Debbie positioned herself so she
lay opposite him. She raised her skirt and lowered her panties,
presenting him with her hairy vagina.
"Do me like last night. Please Tommy?"
He was only too willing to oblige as he sank his face between her
legs. Their mouths and tongues devoured each other's love organs as
they franticly tried to bring the other to orgasm.
At one point, Thomas looked up from between Debbie's legs. He felt
as if someone was watching them. He realized he must have been
mistaken as no one was there. He returned his full attention to
Debbie's dripping box and soon felt himself about to come.
Like the night before, he lost all sense of time as the pressure
built between his legs. As if through a thick dense cloud, he heard
Debbie cry out, "Oh God, Tommy. Again! I'm coming again!"
Finally the pressure broke as he felt wave after wave of hot cum
pump from his penis. Debbie's mouth acted like a powerful vacuum,
sucking every last ounce from him. Finally he lay there, fully spent,
unable to move.
Debbie's face loomed before his. "I can't believe you did it to me
again. I can't wait until we're alone tomorrow. I promise you, if you
thought it was good now, it will even better tomorrow."
They kissed each other passionately. Thomas tasted a strange salty
taste as his tongue probed Debbie's mouth. He realized it was his own
cum. And he was surprise to find it excited rather than disgusted him.
"I think we had better head back. We don't want to be late for
class," said Debbie as she straightened her clothing. Sitting up,
Thomas did the same. The two of them walked slowly back to the school
holding hands.
Thomas' mind was filled with thoughts of what they had done. He
remembered, too, the feeling that they had been watched. "Strange," he
thought, "but I could have sworn it was Louanne. But why would she
have been watching us?"
As if to prove him wrong, he noticed Louanne standing with Rodger
across the field. Debbie noticed them too, and waved. The bell rang,
indicating that lunchtime was over. Debbie and Thomas ran back into
the building.
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Thomas passed the next two classes in a daze. His mind kept
replaying what he and Debbie had done under the bleachers. He was
amazed, and embarrassed, to find he had an enormous erection. Walking
to his last class, he tried to hide it behind his books.
Debbie was in this class. Louanne too. It also happened to be his
favorite, Social Studies. He had a knack for remembering dates and
names. And as a result, he had straight A's in this class. Because of
that, he was the teacher's favorite.
He saw Debbie and Louanne standing outside the classroom. Debbie,
seeing him, ran to meet him.
"Hi Tommy. I still can't believe lunchtime. All I could think
about this afternoon is what we're gonna do tomorrow."
Before he could answer, the first bell rang. They hurried into
class and took their seats. Thomas fumbled his books as he sat down.
As he tried to straighten them out, he noticed Louanne watching him
intently. But when he made eye contact, she quickly turned away.
Again he was reminded of the feeling of being watched under the
bleachers. It couldn't have been Louanne. He had seen her with
Rodger, hadn't he?
Debbie and Louanne sat next to each other, several rows in front of
Thomas. Thomas found himself unconsciously comparing the two girls.
Debbie was heavier. Louanne was slight. Debbie was blockish in shape,
large chest, wide hips. Louanne was slender, almost boyish in
appearance. Debbie had long curly brown hair. Louanne's was dark
auburn, cut short, framing her face.
Where Debbie's features were course, Louanne's were fine. He tried
to imagine what it would be like to kiss her delicate lips. Or run his
hands over her small breasts. And what would she taste like when he
buried his face between her slim but shapely thighs?
"My god," he thought. "What am I turning into? I've just had sex
with one girl, and already I'm thinking what it would be like with
another? Besides she's Debbie's best friend, and Rodger's girlfriend."
Putting such thoughts from his mind, he turned his attention to what
the teacher was saying.
The class finally came to end. As Thomas was gathering his books to
leave, the teacher approached him.
"Thomas, may I have a word with you?"
"Yes, Mrs Whalen?"
"I was wondering if you could do me a favor?"
"Sure. I guess."
"I'm meeting with a parent of one of the students after school
today. I can't say for certain just yet, but I do intend to suggest
tutoring as a way to improve that student's marks. I was wondering if
you would be interested in tutoring someone after school? If you were,
I could recommend you."
"Gee, I don't know, Mrs. Whalen. I'd have to check with my mother."
"You're coming to the church tonight to help us with the things for
the bazaar on saturday?"
"Yes ma'am."
"I could speak to your mother then if you want."
"I guess that would be okay."
"Then you are interested? There would probably be some kind of
remuneration. There usually is for this sort of thing."
"Sure, I'd be glad to help. And it isn't necessary for me to be
paid, or anything like that. I'd be helping another student."
"You're such a good boy. I'm sure your mother must be very proud of
you."
Thomas hoped no one heard Mrs. Whalen. "I really have to go now,"
he said as he headed for the door.
"I'll see you tonight, Thomas. Thank you."
He hurried out of the building. Debbie was waiting for him, and
Louanne was with her.
"I thought you might wanna walk me home," Debbie said once he had
caught up to them.
"Sure. But what if your father see us?"
"No problem. Louanne is walking with us. You just continue on with
her. If he asks me anything, I'll say you were walking her home.
Okay?"
"Sure," he answered. Turning to Louanne, he asked, "Where's
Rodger?"
"He and Dale are staying after school for some game. I'd have
stayed too, but my step-mother wants me home right after school,"
Louanne replied.
"She's still going away tomorrow, isn't she?" asked Debbie,
concerned.
"Oh yeah. She told me this morning that she'd be leaving first
thing tomorrow morning. But there's somewhere she has to go this
afternoon, and she wants me home to cook dinner."
"Good," said Debbie. "I don't want anything to screw up our plans
for tomorrow. Do you, Tommy?"
"Uh, no. I don't feel real good about cutting classes though."
"Well, I promise you'll feel real good about it tomorrow," giggled
Debbie in reply.
"I guess I had better make myself real scarce tomorrow, uh?" said
Louanne. "Unless you feel like sharing?"
"Hey, you all ready got a guy. And besides, I can't get enough of
Tommy myself, never mind sharing him with you."
Thomas reddened as the girls continued to tease one another at his
expense.
"Here, give me a kiss before we get to the corner," said Debbie
suddenly to Thomas.
He gave her a polite kiss on the lips.
"Hey, that's all I get until tomorrow? Come here and give me a
decent kiss." Debbie commanded.
Thomas looked sheepishly at Louanne, who said, "I promise I won't
watch. But hurry up, cause I gotta get home."
Still feeling embarrassed, Thomas again kissed Debbie. She pulled
him tightly against her as her tongue pushed deep into his mouth.
"Damn, I wish I didn't have to go home. I'd rather be at our
special place. But I'll make it up to you tomorrow, I promise," she
said as she broke their embrace.
Calling goodbye to Louanne, she quickly ran around the corner.
Louanne had all ready started to cross the street, leaving Thomas
standing there alone.
"Are you coming?" she called to him. He hurried to catch up with
her. "You and Debbie seem pretty serious," she said to him. "I hope
you not just leading her on."
"I wouldn't do anything like that."
"You do like her, don't you? It isn't just the fooling around
part?"
"Of course I like her! And who said we fool around anyways?"
"You forgot? Debbie tells me everything. I don't care what you two
do. That's your business. But I don't want to see my best friend
hurt."
"I wouldn't hurt her. She's too sweet."
"I hope so. Anyhow, about tomorrow. You don't need to worry. I'll
keep out of your way. Not for your sake, but for Debbie."
Thomas didn't say anything. They had arrived at Louanne's house.
"Why don't you meet us on the way to school tomorrow morning? That
way we can plan when we're gonna duck out of school. Meet us around
the block from Debbie's house, okay?"
"Yeah, that sound like a good idea. I'll see you tomorrow."
Louanne said goodbye, and Thomas continued on home. He found
himself again comparing the two girls. He was ashamed to admit it, but
Louanne was definitely prettier.
And he wondered if he had really been truthful when he said he
wasn't just seeing Debbie to fool around. He liked her okay. But if
it wasn't for the stuff they did, and the things she promised they
would do, would he really want to see her again? He didn't know. Or
was it he didn't want to know the answer?
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"Thomas' Story: Cumin' of Age" Chapter 5 - by T. F. Yank
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