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Thomas 16 [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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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 Sixteen
Rodger hid in a doorway across from the market. He kept an eye out
for Debbie. He wanted to time this just right. He saw her walking
down the street.
Debbie stopped in front of the market and looked around. Looking
uncertain, she entered the store. Rodger waited for her to come back
out.
"Damn, the bitch is taking forever," he thought. Another five
minutes went by, and he wondered if he was making a mistake. At that
moment, Debbie came out carrying two shopping bags. She again looked
around before heading back the way she had come.
Rodger waited until she was about a half a block away. He started
running after her. Once he got a good pace going, he called out her
name. "Debbie! Debbie wait! Debbie?"
She turned to see who was calling her. She saw him running toward
her. When he finally caught up to her, he bent over, his hands on his
knees, gasping for breath.
"Are you okay?" she asked, concerned to see him like that. She put
down the bags, and reached out for him.
"I'm . . . okay . . . just . . . need . . . to . . . catch . . . my
. . . breath," he managed to say between gulping large amounts of air.
"Take it easy," Debbie cautioned.
"I'm okay. Just need to rest a minute. I was afraid I'd miss you.
I got stuck at home until it was way after five."
"You ran all the way from your house? But that has to be at least .
. ."
"Hey, I had to get here before you left, didn't I? You said this
was the only time you could talk to me. And I really need to talk to
you about Lou and me."
"Gee, I didn't realize . . ."
"Look if I'm gonna get you in trouble. I mean, if you're gonna be
late getting home."
"Don't worry about that. I'll be okay. Why don't we cut through
the park. We can take it slow, if you want."
"I'm okay now. Here let me carry those bags. They look heavy,"
Rodger said, picking them up.
"You don't have to do that," Debbie protested.
"Hey, it's the least I can do. I mean you helping me and
everything."
They walked through the park. At one point, Rodger stumbled and
almost dropped the bags.
"Here, give them to me," Debbie said.
"Golly, I guess I'm more pooped than I thought," Rodger said,
putting the bags down.
"Why don't you rest for a moment," Debbie suggested. "Maybe we
could sit down here," she said, pointing to the base of a large elm
tree.
"I dunno. I'm afraid if I sit down, I'll never get up again. Maybe
I'll just lean against the tree for a minute."
Rodger waited for Debbie to join him. He thought to himself, "Now
to dangle the bait."
"I really appreciate you helping me like this. Even if it's only
for Lou you're doing this," he added quickly as she started to say
something. "I don't know what Lou told you, but I really screwed
things up saturday. I don't know why I did what I did. No, that's not
right. I do know."
Debbie waited for him to say something else. When he didn't, she
said, "Well, Lou wouldn't tell me all the details. But she did say you
hurt her."
"I didn't mean to, really I didn't. I got carried away. How can I
explain this without upsetting you?"
"Upsetting me? Why would it upset me?"
"Well, you're such a sweet kid. And what I did was kinda, I don't
know, perverted? I don't want to shock you."
Debbie giggled. "I know more than you think. I know you tried to
get Lou to give you a blowjob. And I know you wanted her to swallow
your cum."
Rodger reddened, and looked away. "I guess you think I'm pretty
disgusting. Maybe this isn't such a good idea."
"Hey, don't worry. I know all about sex, and what people in love
want to do."
"I bet you do, slut," he thought. "Well, I just don't want to say
anything that might offend you."
"Never mind that. What I can't understand is why you did it. You
and Lou are suppose to be in love. And people in love don't force the
other to do things like that."
"I know. That's why I feel so terrible about it. But you don't
understand."
"You're right about that. Why don't you try to explain it to me."
"God, sometimes I think I'm going crazy. I love Lou so much, I want
to do so many things with her. But I can't figure her out. Sometimes
she wants to do stuff. And other times, she doesn't. And sometimes I
hurt so much, I don't know what to do."
"Now to set the hook," he thought as he started to sob. His eyes
filled with tears, and he turned away from Debbie.
Debbie was caught off guard seeing him sobbing against the tree
trunk. "He really is sorry," she thought. "Look how much pain he is
in."
"Please, Rodge. It'll be okay."
"It won't ever be okay. Not after the way I treated her. I deserve
whatever I get."
"No, please. I'll help you however I can. Don't cry."
Debbie reached out and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
Rodger turned to face her. She pulled him to her to give him comfort.
She could feel his body shudder with his sobs.
"Oh Debbie. How can I ever make her see that I really love her. I
don't want to go on without her."
She held him tight. His cheek touched hers, and she could feel the
wetness of his tears. She gave him a reassuring hug.
"We'll think of some way. First you have to learn that love is a
two way street. You gotta learn to do for her like you want her to do
for you."
"But I don't know what to do. And besides, she's doesn't want to
have anything to do with me any more."
"That's not true. She's just upset. She'll get over that." Debbie
looked into his face. The pain there caused her hug him more tightly.
Rodger wrapped his arms around her in return. Not really knowing what
she was doing, Debbie gently kissed the tears from his cheek. Rodger
turned his face slightly so that Debbie lips brushed his.
Debbie found herself kissing him on the lips. Without thinking, her
tongue slipped into his mouth. Rodger gently sucked it deeper as his
hand slid down her back to her buttocks.
"My god," she thought, "he's actually kissing me." She knew they
were doing something wrong. But this was Rodger. And he was kissing
her like she was someone special. She melted into his arms and kissed
him harder. His hand squeezed her buttocks and pulled her tighter
against his groin. His tongue gently pushed its way into her mouth.
She could feel his cock become hard against her stomach.
"What am I doing," she thought. "I shouldn't be doing this. But
he's so tender, so gentle. How could Lou think he'd hurt her. But
this is wrong. I've gotta stop this before it's too late."
But before Debbie could tear herself from his arms, Rodger pushed
her away.
"No, Please! We shouldn't. Even if it means you won't help me, I
can't do that. We have to control ourselves. We've got to, for Lou's
sake."
"My God, he thinks I'm trying to come on to him. He thinks I expect
something for helping him and Lou." Debbie was horrified by what she
had done.
"No. Please. I didn't mean anything. I wasn't trying to . . ."
"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. I'm not sure I can handle
being so close to you like this."
"I turn him on. Me! Why do I find this out now?"
"Look," Debbie said. "We 'll both have to learn to control
ourselves. But we can do it. I know we can. And I can help you get
Lou back."
"Well, I'll try. If you think we'll be okay. And I really do
appreciate anything you can do to help me. But what do I have to do?
What can I do?"
Debbie needed time to think. Time to collect her thoughts. Things
weren't happening like they were suppose to. Or rather things were
happening like they were not suppose to.
"Look. I have to get home now. But we still need to talk. There
are things you need to know. But this isn't a good place."
"Well, we could go to Dale's place," Rodger suggested.
"I don't know. I don't think you'll want someone else around. I
know I'm not that crazy about that idea."
"What if I came over to your house?" he asked.
"Shit no! My dad would have a fit. No, we need some place private.
Some place where no one will see us together and get the wrong idea."
"Gee, I hadn't thought about that. But you're right. If someone
saw us together like this, I can forget about ever getting Lou back.
Tell you what. I'll try and find some place and let you know."
"That's sounds okay," Debbie agreed.
"When do you want to do it?" Rodger asked.
"How about Wednesday? I can get out after supper."
"Wednesday? Gee, I was hoping we could meet sooner. But, hey,
Wednesday's good for me. After supper is fine too. Why don't we make
it around seven?"
"Sure, that's okay. But where?"
"I'll let you know tomorrow at school. I should have figured out a
place by then. Some place we can talk and not be disturbed, right?"
"Yeah. Some place where we don't have to be afraid of someone
seeing us."
"Well, I guess you had better get home. Don't want you getting into
trouble or anything," Rodger said, showing concern.
"Yeah, I better. I'll see you tomorrow at school. And Rodger?
Don't worry. We'll get you and Lou back together again."
"I sure hope so. My life just isn't the same without her. I don't
know how to thank you for your help. Someday, I'll repay you, Debbie.
I promise."
Debbie grabbed the bags and took off, leaving Rodger leaning against
the tree.
"And I promise you'll be repaid well on wednesday, you slut," he
chuckled as he watched her walk away. Better check out the Bartlett
place. Want to make sure it's perfect for our little talk.
Rodger cut across the park. He broke into an easy trot as he
hurried to check out the shed.
"Well, she swallowed the bait," he told himself. "Just like she's
gonna swallow my cum. God, I couldn't believe it when she started
tonguing me like that. And when she pressed her tits into my chest."
"I bet she would have sucked me off right there, she wants me so
much," he gloated. "And that ass. I almost couldn't let go, it felt
so good. But wednesday, I'll have all the time I want. And before I'm
finished, the slut will beg to do anything I want."
The thought of Debbie lying naked in front of him, made him hard
again. His erect shaft rubbed pleasantly against his jeans as he
continued to run at an easy pace. He finally arrived at the Bartlett
place, and went to the shed in the back.
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"Thomas' Story: Cumin' of Age" Chapter 16 - by T. F. Yank
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