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Thomas 18 [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 Eighteen
Thomas arrived at Louanne's house precisely at seven. He rang the
bell and waited for someone to answer. Mrs. Raster opened the door.
"Hi, you must be Thomas?" she said, uncertain.
"Yes, ma'am. I've come to tutor Louanne," he replied.
"Please come in. Louanne is expecting you. And I'd like to thank
you for helping like this. Mrs. Whalen speaks very highly of you."
"Thank you," he said as he entered the house. "I hope this extra
studying helps Lou. I wouldn't want her to fail, or anything like
that."
"I hope so, too. Louanne is downstairs. I'll show you the way,"
she said as she headed toward the kitchen.
Thomas almost said he knew where it was. But then he realized this
was suppose to be the first time he had been there. "Almost screwed
that up," he thought as he followed her.
"Louanne? Thomas is here," her step-mother called.
"I'll be right there," Louanne replied.
"Would you like something to drink, Thomas?" Mrs. Raster asked.
"No thank you, ma'am. At least not now. I just finished supper a
little while ago."
"Well, maybe later. Some milk and cookies sound good? I baked some
chocolate chip cookies yesterday."
"Yes ma'am. That sounds good. Maybe after we've gotten some
studying done?"
"Hi Tommy," Louanne said as she came up the stairs.
"Well, I guess you two had better get started. If you need anything
at all, just let me know."
"Yes ma'am, I will. All set, Lou?"
"About as much as I'll ever be. Comon, let's get this over with."
They went downstairs. Louanne had set things up at a small desk in the
corner of the room. She went to get a chair for Thomas.
"Did you see Rodger today?" she asked when she returned.
"Yeah," he answered.
"Did he say anything about me?"
"We didn't really say much."
"He didn't ask you to give me a message or anything like that?"
"All we said to each other was hi. He and Debbie talked a bit at
lunchtime. But I don't know what they said."
"Debbie talked to him?"
"Yeah, but just for a couple of minutes. He said he wanted to talk
to her alone, so I took off. She met me a few minutes later."
"So she intends to play little miss matchmaker," Louanne said,
thoughtfully.
"Why do you think Rodger would give me a message for you?"
"Well, he knew we'd be studying together tonight."
"Yeah, so?"
"Well, he and I had a fight on Saturday after you left Dale's. He
tried to talk to me this morning before school. But I was still mad at
him, and didn't want to talk. I never saw him again at school today.
And he wasn't around when we walked home. I just thought maybe he
might have said something to you."
Thomas thought of the conversation he had overheard in the locker
room. Should he say something to Lou? He wasn't sure. Maybe Rodger
had only been teasing Dale. And even if he hadn't, it wasn't really
Thomas' business, was it?
"Nope. Like I said, we really didn't say much of anything. Sorry."
"Oh, that's okay. Maybe I'll give Debbie a call later, and find out
what they talked about. Guess we better get started."
He and Louanne started going over the material Mrs. Whalen had
outlined for them. Louanne seemed to have trouble understanding. He
constantly had to go back and explain things two or three times, before
she caught on. He found himself wondering if he had made a mistake
thinking this would be easy.
He was trying to explain, for the fourth time, the relationship
between the Holy Roman Empire and the Roman Catholic Church, when Mrs.
Raster came down carrying a large tray.
"How is it going?" she asked as she set the tray on table in front
of the couch.
"Slowly," Thomas responded, slightly irritated.
"Slowly? Are you crazy? If you didn't go so fast, maybe I could
understand this junk," Louanne snapped at him.
"Now, now children. I think you two need a break. I thought you
might want some of those cookie, Thomas."
"Thank you, ma'am. They sure do look good."
"Well, I hope you like them. If you want some more, just let me
know. Now you two take a break. It sounds like you may be trying to
do too much at one time. Remember, if you need anything, just let me
know."
"You can get me a new brain, while you're at it," Louanne said
discouraged.
"It just takes a little time, honey. Don't give up too soon," her
step-mother said as she went back upstairs.
"Yeah, don't let it get to you, Lou," Thomas added. "I guess maybe
I have been going too fast. We'll just take it a little slower. Look
at the progress you've made all ready."
"I don't know," Louanne said. "I just can't seem to remember names
and dates like you."
"Okay, so maybe you have a little trouble in that area. But you
catch on quick to the why things happen. Like the bit with Charlemagne
and the Pope."
"No more, please! Right now, all I want to do is fill my face with
cookies and milk."
Louanne picked up a cookie and shoved it in her mouth. Her cheeks
bulged out and she crossed her eyes at him. Thomas laughed, and did
the same thing. Louanne picked up another cookie and tried to shove it
in his mouth. Thomas choked slightly as he tried to swallow the cookie
already in his mouth.
Louanne handed him a glass of milk, saying, "Here, wash it down with
this."
"Now who's going too fast?" he managed to say between coughing fits.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to . . ."
"It's okay. I should have know better. My mother is always
reminding to chew my food properly."
"Yeah, they're good at that. Are you sure you're okay?"
"Really, I'm fine now. Maybe I'll have another cookie. They sure
do taste good."
"Here, let me help you," she said as she broke one into small
pieces. "Just take it a little at a time, right?"
She placed a piece on his lips. Thomas opened his mouth and stuck
out his tongue. Louanne placed it on his tongue. Thomas drew his
tongue back into his mouth and chewed the cookie slowly.
Louanne held another piece out to him. Again he stuck out his
tongue. This time he licked the piece she held, catching her fingers.
He leaned over and caught it between his lips.
Louanne held on to it. With his lips pressed around her fingertips,
he used his tongue to pry it from her grasp. Slowly she pulled her
fingers from his mouth.
"Where did you learn to use your tongue like that?" she asked.
"Sorry?" he replied.
"You know what I mean. I told you Debbie told me everything you two
did, remember?"
"I . . . er . . ."
"If you're too embarrassed to talk about it, I'll understand. I
shouldn't have said anything, anyways."
"That's okay. It's just not something I usually talk about anyhow,"
Thomas said, somewhat relieved.
"I'm sorry. It's just when Debbie told me, I felt . . . I don't
know, I guess I was jealous a bit."
"Jealous? Of me?"
"No, not of you. I don't really know how to explain it. It's just
that Rodger and I have gone out for three months. And he's never done
anything like that to me. And all Debbie talks about is how great you
are. And how you make her feel really good and all."
"She does? She thinks I'm great?"
"Shit yes. Like I said, all she wants to talk about is you and how
you're so good at . . . well you know."
"Gee, I didn't think it meant all that much to her."
"Are you kidding? She doesn't talk about anything else. It's
sickening sometimes. If I have to listen to her telling me about how
many times you made her cum one more time, I'll scream."
Thomas reddened to hear Louanne talk like that.
Noticing his discomfort, Louanne said, "I can't figure you out
sometimes. I mean, you knew I was watching you and Debbie, but it
didn't bother you then. But I talk about it now, and you blush. Hell,
you even paraded around here with a hard on, wanting me to lick it,
remember?"
"I'm really sorry about that. I don't know why I acted that way. I
was really ashamed afterwards."
"I dunno," Louanne said with a twinkle in her eyes. "From what I
saw, you don't have too much to be ashamed of."
Thomas felt himself blush again. He squirmed in his seat, wishing
they would talk about something else.
"Okay, okay," Louanne said, laughing. "I'll drop the topic. But
only if you'll answer my question. How did you learn to use your mouth
like that?"
"I didn't do anything special," Thomas protested.
"Bullshit. Debbie doesn't go ape-shit like she's over you, unless
the guy is really exceptional."
"No, really I mean it. I just did what she told me."
"Yeah right. Like that was the first time you did anything like
that."
"It was! I never went out with a girl before that night. I never
even kissed a girl before Debbie. And I really didn't do anything
special. I only did what she told me to do. And what I thought I
should do."
Louanne looked at him skeptically. "You're not serious, are you?
You don't expect me to believe I was watching your first time doing it,
do you?"
"No, when you saw us, it wasn't the first time."
"I thought so," Louanne said.
Thomas added, "It was the fourth time. We did it twice the night
before and once before you saw us. But before that, I never did
anything like that."
Louanne sat looking at him with stunned look on her face. Thomas
felt a strange sense of satisfaction at her reaction. He got up and
went back to where they had been studying.
"We better hit the books again. I have to leave at nine."
Louanne took a moment to answer. She was having a hard time sorting
out her thoughts. He seemed to be telling the truth about Debbie being
the first girl he was ever with.
But she remembered how cocky he was, parading around naked. Cocky
was the right word all right, she thought, as she also remembered what
his shaft had felt like in her hand. It was her turn to blush.
"Are you gonna sit there all night? Or are you coming?" he asked.
"Not yet," she giggled.
Thomas gave her a questioning look.
"But soon, I hope. If Rodger can learn as quick as you."
Louanne grabbed another cookie and reluctantly went back to the
books. Watching her reading, Thomas wondered if he'd ever really
understand girls. He had to admit they were fun to be with sometimes.
But they did and said the strangest things?
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"Thomas' Story: Cumin' of Age" Chapter 18 - by T. F. Yank
Copyright © 1991, 1993 by DEH Enterprises. All Rights Reserved.
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