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Thomas 13 [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
system.
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*** W A R N I N G ***
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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 Thirteen
Debbie waited outside her house for Louanne. When she saw her turn
the corner, Debbie hurried to greet her.
"Are you okay? I was worried when your step-mom said you weren't
feeling well yesterday."
"I'm okay. Just a little stomach ache, I guess."
"Well, I'm glad about that. I thought you might have still been
upset about Rodger."
"If she only knew how close to the truth she was," thought Louanne.
"No. I just wasn't feeling too good."
"Well, that's good. I wonder if we'll see Tommy on the way, this
morning? I can't wait to tell him what we did last night."
"Last night?" asked Louanne.
"Yeah, last night. Boy, was it good too."
"But I thought you were grounded?"
"I am. It was just a little fantasy. We weren't really together."
"And why do I think it was about sex. I don't know about you any
more, Debbie."
"Like you never did the same thing? What about the time when you .
. ."
"Okay. Okay, I give up," Louanne said, laughing. "And what was
this big fantasy?"
"We fucked."
"God no. You don't intend to really do that, do you? How could
you? It isn't right."
"What do you mean it ain't right. Didn't you and Gary do it, before
he left? Why is it right for you, and not for me?"
"You don't understand. Gary and I only did it that once. I was
really upset he was moving away. I wanted to give him something to
remember me by. I loved him."
"And I don't love Tommy? I don't want to do it just once. I don't
want to wait until he leaves, or something. I want to do it with him
always."
"Yeah, but you two only just met. Why don't you wait a bit. Make
sure he really loves you."
"Hey, I'm not the one who's having trouble with her boyfriend.
You're a good one to be telling me how to handle them. Maybe if you
and Rodger had been doing it, you wouldn't be having problems now."
"You don't know what you're talking about. You just don't do things
like that."
"You did it with Gary because you loved him, didn't you?"
"Yes, but . . ."
"Never mind the buts. And you love Rodger, don't you?"
"I don't know any more. That's the problem. I just don't know."
"I don't understand you at all, Lou. You're going out with the most
popular guy at school. And a real hunk too. If you weren't already
going out with him, and I wasn't in love with Tommy, I'd kill to get a
chance at Rodger. And I can tell you, he wouldn't have to force me to
do anything."
"You're right, you don't understand," Louanne said. "What you don't
understand is that there is more to a relationship than just sex."
"Well, maybe there is, and maybe there ain't. All I know is without
it, there ain't much of a relationship."
"God, you're frustrating," Louanne exclaimed.
"I don't know. Seems to me, you're the frustrated one. Probably
not enough sex," Debbie teased.
They had arrived at school. As Louanne was about to answer Debbie's
taunt, she saw Rodger waiting at the entrance.
"Debbie, please don't leave me alone with him," Louanne pleaded as
Rodger approached them.
"Hi Debbie, Lou. Can I have a word with you alone, Lou?"
"I'd rather Debbie stayed. What do you want?"
Rodger appeared uncomfortable with Debbie listening. "Well, I . . .
er . . ."
"Look Rodge, can't this wait 'til later? I don't want to be late
for class." Louanne moved away from him.
"Please Lou. Just give me a minute. Look, I'm real sorry about
Friday and Saturday. I acted like a real jackass. And I don't blame
you if you never talk to me again. I can't explain why I did what I
did. All I know is that I was wrong. I'd like to make it up to you,
somehow."
Debbie grabbed Louanne's arm and whispered in her ear, "Shit, he
practically begging for a second chance. You have to give it to him.
Don't blow it now."
Louanne pushed Debbie away. Turning back to Rodger, she said, "You
bastard! You think just because you tell me how sorry you are, that's
gonna make everything okay?"
"No I don't. I don't know what it will take. And I'd understand if
you never saw me again. But I really love you. And somehow, I'm gonna
show you just how much. Somehow I'll prove to you just how sorry I
am."
The look of hurt in his eyes struck at her heart. She wanted to
reach out and hold him close. But then the memory of the hurt and
humilation he had put her through surfaced. "No!" her mind screamed as
she turned her back on him, and hurried into the school.
Debbie started to follow Louanne.
"Wait Debbie, please," Rodger pleaded. "I need your help."
"I'll be late for class," she said. Seeing the look on his face
caused her to add, "But we'll talk about it later. At lunchtime,
okay?"
"Thanks Debbie. Thanks a lot," Rodger called to her as she hurried
to class.
Walking into school, Rodger couldn't help a smug little smile. He
looked around quickly to make such no one had noticed. "This is going
to be too easy," he thought.
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Later that morning, while they were in the locker room getting ready
for gym class, Rodger said to Dale, "I think it's about time we got you
laid."
"Say what?" asked Dale, not quite sure he had heard Rodger
correctly.
"Laid. You know, laid as in fucked."
"You shittin' me? When? Who?"
"When? This week I hope. Who? Well that's a secret for now. I
still have a few details to work out. But you can bet your balls that
by the weekend, you ain't gonna be a virgin no more."
"Comon, Rodge. Don't keep me hanging like this. Who? I wanna know
who."
"What does it matter who? A cunt's a cunt, right? Hey, don't
worry. She'll be worth it. Hell, I wouldn't pick no dog, if that's
what you're worrying about. I only party with the best, right?"
"You're gonna be there, too?"
"Fuck yes. We gonna have us a real gang bang. Just you, me and a
real horny pussy. Just think, everything you ever dreamed of doing
with a girl. Everything you ever wanted some cunt to do to you."
"You're not bullshitting me, are you?" asked Dale, still not quite
believing Rodger.
"Oh, don't worry about that. Just be ready when I say so. Comon.
We better get moving."
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Thomas had been in the next row of lockers from Rodger and Dale. He
was still pissed off at himself for sleeping in this morning. He
really had wanted to walk Debbie to school. But she had already left
by the time he went by her house.
He had only heard part of the conversation between Dale and Rodger.
But he had heard enough to understand what they were talking about. He
wondered who the girl was.
Tommy had known Rodger for a long time. It always amazed him how
Rodger seemed to have girls hanging all over him all the time. Rodger
use to go out with a different girl almost every week. There were
times when he went out with two or three of them at the same time.
But three months ago, Rodger started going out with Louanne. He
stopped seeing anyone but her. Listening to him this morning though,
it looked like that was over.
Thomas wondered if Louanne knew. She seemed like a really nice
girl, too. He hoped she wouldn't be too hurt when she found out.
Thomas wondered if what happened at Dale's was the reason Rodger was
thinking of seeing someone else.
He thought of how willingly Debbie was for him. And how Louanne had
tried to refuse to do the same thing for Rodger. He knew he was pretty
lucky to be going out with Debbie. He wished lunchtime would hurry up.
He wasn't certain he could wait until then to see her.
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"Thomas' Story: Cumin' of Age" Chapter 13 - by T. F. Yank
Copyright © 1991, 1993 by DEH Enterprises. All Rights Reserved.
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