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Thomas 11 [fantasy]
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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 Eleven
Louanne sat in the house, wondering how she could avoid seeing
Rodger. Her mother wasn't due home until tomorrow after lunch. She
thought about Debbie. Maybe she could stay over at her house tonight.
She hurried to the phone and dialled Debbie's number.
Debbie's father answered. Louanne asked to speak to Debbie. He
wasn't very pleased, but called Debbie to the phone anyways.
"Hello?" Debbie answered.
"Debbie? It's Lou. I need a favor."
"What's the matter, Lou? Are you okay?"
Louanne thought what she should tell Debbie. If Rodger ever found
out that she had told Debbie what had happened, he'd probably freak.
But if she didn't say something, Debbie might not realize just how
frightened she really was.
"Yeah. I'm okay. It's just that I don't want to stay here alone.
Can I stay at you house tonight?"
"I'll have to check with my Dad. But I don't see any reason why
not. You sure you're okay?"
"Yeah, I'm okay. I'll explain it to you when I come over. That is
if your Dad says it's okay."
"Hold on while I check with him," Debbie said.
Waiting for Debbie to come back to the phone, Louanne prayed the her
dad said yes. If he didn't, she didn't know what she would do.
"Louanne?" Debbie asked as she returned to the phone.
"I'm still here," Louanne answered.
"Dad said sure. He doesn't like the idea of you staying alone
anyways. Matter of fact, he asked if you wanted to come for supper?"
"I'd love to. I'll be there as soon as I pack a bag. And thanks,
Debbie. Thanks a lot."
"Okay I'll see you when you get here. Take care, Lou."
Louanne raced around the house, filling an overnight bag. She left
a note for her step-mother saying where she was staying. "Just in case
she gets home before me," Louanne thought. She locked the door and
hurried to Debbie's house.
She thought she saw Rodger several times on the way to Debbie's
house. The thought frightened her so much, she ran the last several
blocks.
Debbie must have been watching for her, because the moment she
neared the front door, it opened.
"Are you okay, Lou?" Debbie asked, concerned.
"Oh thank God. Boy, am I glad to see you," Louanne said as she
threw her arms around Debbie.
Debbie took her bag and led her inside. She took Louanne
immediately up to her bedroom. Closing the door, she laid Louanne's
bag on the floor.
"Okay, tell me what the hell is going on?"
"It's nothing Debbie, really. I just kinda got spooked being alone
in the house."
"Who the hell do you think you're bullshitting? You've stayed alone
in that house a dozen times. Now tell me what's really the matter."
"I can't. I want to, but I'm afraid what will happen if I do.
Please don't make me?" Louanne started to cry.
Debbie went to her friend and put her arms around her. "Hey, it's
okay now. You don't have to tell me a thing. Is there anything I can
do to help?"
"Oh Debbie, if you only knew how much you're helping just by letting
me be here now. Oh god, I'm so frightened."
"Did something happen? Did someone hurt you?" Debbie asked.
"Let's just say that Rodger and I had a fight, and I don't want to
see him right now."
"What did the bastard do? If he tried anything . . ."
"No! No, nothing like that. Believe me Debbie, it was nothing like
that. It's just . . ." Louanne again broke into tears. She didn't
dare tell Debbie what happened. Rodger was crazy. And there was no
telling what he would do if he found out. She had to make certain
Debbie never suspected what Rodger had really done to her that day.
Managing to control her crying, she continued. "We had a quarrel,
that's all. It was our first fight, and I guess I'm pretty upset."
"Well, don't worry about a thing. You're staying here tonight. And
tomorrow I'll walk you home after we're sure your step-mom's there.
Let's get washed up and go down to eat. My father hates it when I
don't get to the table on time."
During dinner, Louanne thought of how she and Debbie were really
close friends. It was kind of surprising as they were so different
personality wise. But they did have several things in common.
Both girls had lost their mothers when they were young. And until
her dad had remarried, they were both raised by their fathers. She and
Debbie had been in school together since kindergarten.
They didn't always hang out in the same crowd. But they still spent
a lot of time together. And Louanne thought, Debbie was the only
person she could really talk to about things. Things like personal
problems, boys, love and even sex.
Louanne was always amazed by how Debbie used sex to get a boy. And
she knew Debbie did a lot of things that she would never think of
doing. But she had learned a lot from Debbie about sex, and how to
handle guys when they wanted you to do certain things.
Louanne thought of the hours they spent describing in detail what
they had done on dates. What they had done to the guys and what the
guys had done to them. It had become kind of a contest between the two
girls.
A contest to see who could do the most without really going all the
way. Debbie was far less inhibited than Louanne. And she didn't seem
to mind doing stuff that Louanne couldn't see herself doing.
Louanne wondered if she was more like Debbie, would this afternoon
with Rodger have ever happened. Was she making a bigger deal out of it
than she really needed to? What would it have hurt if she had
swallowed his cum? Debbie always said it was a lot less messy that
way.
And, she had to admit, she had been thinking about doing it anyways.
It really was a small thing to do for someone you loved. And when
Debbie had told her about what Tommy had done, Louanne thought it
might be the way to get Rodger to do the same thing to her.
But this afternoon changed that. She still couldn't believe how
violent Rodger had been. And when he had hurt her breast, the look on
his face had frightened her even more. It was like he really enjoyed
it.
She wished she had someone to talk to. Someone she could go to for
advise. She wished she was closer to her step-mother. But they never
really ever talked about things. Louanne didn't care too much for her
step-mother. She never really forgave her father for re-marrying, and
then dying like he did.
Dinner finished, Louanne helped Debbie clean off the table. The two
girls washed the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen. Debbie suggested
that they go up to her room to listen to some records when they
finished.
Once in Debbie's room, Louanne selected an album and put it on the
turntable.
"Okay, what gives?" Debbie demanded. "You were so quiet at dinner.
That's not like you. I know you said you didn't want to tell me about
it. But I can't stand seeing you like this."
Louanne thought she had to tell Debbie something. Either that, or
the girl would never leave her alone. But she didn't dare tell her the
truth. She tried to think of something that was close enough to the
truth so Debbie wouldn't suspect she was lying.
"I told you Rodger and me had a fight."
"Yeah, but what about?"
"Well it all started when we went to Dale's after the ball game this
afternoon."
"Ball game? Dale's? When did this happen?"
"After you left, I went to meet Rodger over at the school. A bunch
of the guys were playing ball. After the game, we went to Dale's to
listen to some music."
"Oh, yeah, one of those. Turn the lights low, turn the music up
high and hope the parents don't come down and catch you doing
something. Am I right?"
"Well, yeah. But anyways, Rodger and I were necking. But he wanted
more. First, he had me rub his cock. And then suck it. And then he
forced me to swallow his cum"
"Gee, I dunno Louanne. You two have done most of that before. So
what was the big deal?"
"Well for starters, I didn't want to. And he hurt me."
"He hurt you? How? What did the son of a bitch do to you?"
Louanne realized that she had already said too much. She could
picture Debbie going after Rodger. That was all she needed. It wasn't
bad enough he was mad at her for refusing him. If he found out she
told someone about what he did, he'd probably kill her.
"He pulled my hair. And he grabbed me."
"He grabbed you?"
"Yeah, he grabbed my breasts when he started to come. It hurt."
"I'm sure he didn't even realize it. Guys get excited like that
sometimes. But if he was really mean to you, you have to tell
someone."
"Well it wasn't so much that he was mean. It was just, I dunno.
Not every girl is as easy as you, you know."
"Easy as me?" Debbie asked, a hurt look on her face. "What do you
mean easy as me?"
Louanne felt really bad talking to Debbie like this. But she
couldn't think of any other way to get Debbie to back off.
"Well, you know what I mean. You seem to like doing stuff like
that. Sucking cock and all. I don't like it."
"So that makes me easy? You've sucked cock too. And you've
swallowed the cum too. So why am I easy, but you're not."
"I didn't mean it like that. I'm sorry. I guess I'm just upset. I
know Rodger's always trying to get me to do it. Today he just tried
harder than usual. And I guess he was a bit rougher than usual. I was
frightened."
Still smarting from Louanne's remark, Debbie said, "Okay. So maybe
he wasn't nice. And you have a good reason to be upset. But you bring
it on yourself. You two have been going out for a while. It would
seem to me you'd want to do things like that for him. I mean he is the
most popular guy at school and all. Besides you say you love him,
don't you?"
"You don't understand. It has nothing to do with love."
"Look, I know you and I disagree on this. But listen to me for a
moment. A girl's gotta do stuff like that if she expects the guy to
hang around. Otherwise they just find someone who will. And it ain't
no big thing to suck someone off. It ain't like you're going all the
way, or anything like that."
"You're the one who doesn't understand. You shouldn't have to do
stuff like that, if you don't want. If he really loved me, he wouldn't
forced me. That's the point I'm trying to make. He forced me. He
didn't ask me, he made me."
"Okay. You're right. He had no right to force you. But I still
think part of your problem is your attitude about the whole sex thing.
Look at Tommy and me."
"If I hadn't done him that first night, he never would have noticed
me. Sometime you just gotta do stuff like that. This afternoon, I was
even willing to let him fuck me, if that was what it took to keep him."
"You didn't? My God, Debbie."
"No we didn't. He didn't want to. He's so sweet. But the point is
that sometimes you have to do things you really don't want to do, if
you don't want to lose the guy."
"You and Rodger have been going out for a while. And you have to
figure out just how much you want to continue going out with him. If
you want to dump him, okay. I personally think you'd be making a big
mistake, but that's up to you."
"If you want to hang on to him though, you're gonna have to change
the way you think. Lots of couples do that stuff, even more. But it's
your decision."
Louanne was confused. Was Debbie right? Was she wrong not to do
those things for Rodger? She did love him. Or thought she did until
today.
"Look," Debbie added, "this fight might just be the best thing for
you two. Rodger has been taking you too much for granted anyways. You
just avoid him the next several days and let him stew."
"He'll soon come to realize just how miserable he is without you.
And probably he'll be feeling real sorry about how he treated you too.
After he's suffered for a few days, you can see him again. I bet it
will be better between you two after this."
"And if you follow a few suggestions from me, you have him eating
outta your hands. Or even better, your pussy."
"God, you're terrible," Louanne laughed, despite how she felt. "Is
that all you can think about?"
"Hey, don't knock it, girl. If you only knew what it feels like
when you come like that. When my sweet Tommy is between my legs, I
can't imagine there being anything better in the whole world."
"You really like the guy, huh?"
"Lou, I've never felt like this with anyone else. And like he says,
it is more than just the sex stuff. I look at him, and my heart races.
I feel him near me and I can't see anything else. And it hurts when he
isn't near me. It hurts in here," she said, holding her hand to her
chest.
"Oh, your boobs hurt?" Louanne teased."
"No! Damn you. My heart hurts. It's like something is missing. A
part of me is gone. And I'm only whole when he's with me. Do I sound
crazy?"
"Yeah. You're crazy, crazy in love. I'm so happy for you, Debbie.
I only hope he isn't taking advantage of you."
"Oh, he couldn't do anything like that. I don't know how I know
that, but I do. All I have to do is look into his eyes when he says he
loves me, and know he does. Damn, I wish I was with him right now."
Louanne wondered why she didn't feel the same way about Rodger. Did
she really love him? Or was she only going out with him because he was
so popular.
She did feel good when she was with him. And she did miss him when
he wasn't around. But she never felt like Debbie. Maybe people just
felt love in different ways.
She wondered what Rodger was doing tonight. And how he would react
when he didn't find her at home. Debbie was right. It would do him
good not to see her for a few days.
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"Fuck," Rodger swore. "Where the hell is the bitch?" He paced in
front of her house. He had rung the bell, even banged on the damn
door, but there had been no answer. "If she thinks she can play games
with me," he thought.
Rodger took off to Dale's. Maybe it's time for a change. The cunt
was becoming boring anyways. Fuck! Lately, she wouldn't even suck him
off unless he made a big issue of it.
And this afternoon, she actually had the nerve to slap him. She
should be thankful he didn't break her fucking arm. He didn't need
that shit. There were lots of other girls who would be more than happy
to go out with him. And a lot more willing, too.
Maybe that's what Lou needed, some competition, he reasoned. Maybe
he should find someone else. Yeah, that was it. But who? He thought
of several girls who had shown an interest in him.
Naw, they're no good. None of them had a rep for fooling around
much. He wanted someone who he didn't have to play games with, someone
who was easy.
Debbie! Now there was a cunt who was easy. Shit, he bet even weird
Tom was getting some from her. And didn't Billy Jenkins brag how she'd
do almost anything. Now that was what he was looking for.
But damn, she was Lou's best friend. She probably wouldn't go out
with him because of that. He thought of her big tits and how he loved
to sink his fingers into them. Shit, there had to be a way.
"If I could only get her alone. She'd be easy. A slut like her was
always ready, just needed a little priming." And he was sure he'd have
no trouble doing that. Even if he had to rough her up a bit.
Most cunts would do anything you wanted after you slapped them
around a few times. And sometimes, he enjoyed that part the best. But
how to get her alone? By the time he arrived at Dale's house, he had
forgotten Louanne. All he could think about was what he and Debbie
would do, once he thought of a way for them to get together.
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"Thomas' Story: Cumin' of Age" Chapter 11 - by T. F. Yank
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