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Thomas 20 [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 Twenty
Thomas walked the two girls to school. Debbie asked how the
tutoring went. Louanne answered it was harder than she thought it
would be. Debbie said she and Tommy were going to a movie Friday
night, and wondered if Lou and Rodge wanted to go too.
"I dunno," Louanne replied.
"Hey, comon," Debbie said. "You have to give the guy another
chance, sometime. And by Friday, everything will be okay again
anyways."
"I wish I felt that certain," Louanne said. "We haven't even talked
since Saturday."
"That's not true. He tried to talk to you yesterday. How is he
gonna beg you to take him back, if you don't give him the chance."
"Is that what you two talked about yesterday?" Louanne asked.
"Doesn't matter what we talked about. What matters is what you're
gonna do. Either give him another chance, or break it off.
Personally, I think you'd be making a big mistake, if you don't make up
with him."
"Make up with him? After what he did? You got to be kidding."
"Aw, comon, Lou. I know you won't tell me exactly what happened.
But it couldn't have been that bad. Comon, Rodge is so cool. No way
he could have done anything that bad."
"How can you assume that, if you don't know what happened?" Thomas
asked Debbie.
"Hey comon. Don't you start ganging up on the poor guy, too. How
do you know he did something that bad? Were you there?"
"Well, no. But if Louanne says he did, why don't you believe her?"
"I ain't doubting her. Really, Lou, I ain't. It's just I know you.
And I know you kinda think some things are worse than they really are."
"I give up," Louanne said. "You always bring everything back to
sex."
"I do not!" Debbie protested.
"You damn well do to," Louanne snapped back. "Someday, you'll learn
there is more to a relationship than just making out. If he really
loved me, he wouldn't ask me to do stuff that I don't like to do."
"Well, maybe the real problem is you don't love him. Cause if you
did, you'd want to do stuff like that. Want to show him just how much
you really care about him," Debbie argued.
"Shit, have you and Rodger been practising your speeches together,
or something? Okay, maybe you're right. Maybe I would do some stuff
for him I wouldn't normally do."
"But it's a two way street. If he really loved me, he would
understand there are things I don't like. Or times when I'm not in the
mood. What do you think, Tommy?" Louanne asked.
"Well, I dunno," Thomas said.
"Comon, Tommy. Louanne is looking for another guy's opinion. Is
she wrong? Or am I?" Debbie demanded.
"I don't think either of you are wrong," he answered evasively.
"Shit! Comon, Goody-two-shoes, tell us what you really think,"
Debbie taunted.
"Well, I . . . er . . . I don't know. Lou's right to expect not to
be forced to do things she doesn't want. But you're right when you say
a person wants to do stuff for the person he loves. But no one should
force another person to do stuff they don't want to do."
"Like you never have?" Debbie asked.
"Of course not!" he said. "I'd never do that."
"Oh yeah? What about me and Saturday?"
"I never forced you to do any of that stuff on Saturday."
"You damn well did too. Don't you remember what happened when I
came back downstairs after talking to my dad?"
"What? We fooled around a bit more. But that was all. I didn't
force you to do anything."
"Yes you did. I wanted to get home before I got into trouble. And
you wouldn't let me go. Instead, you ignored what I wanted and did
what you wanted."
"But I thought you liked it. You didn't stop me."
"And the worse part was you didn't even do it for me," Debbie said
accusingly.
"But I did. I wanted to make you . . . er . . . you know."
"No you didn't. You did it because you knew I couldn't refuse.
Knew I wouldn't refuse you anything. Not after what we had done and
said."
"But I did do it for you. Why else would I do it?"
"To show off. You think I didn't know what was going on? You were
just using me to see if you could get Louanne turned on too. I'm not
that stupid."
Thomas reddened. He had been trying to see how Louanne would react.
But he hadn't meant to do something wrong. And he never meant to force
Debbie to do something she hadn't wanted to do.
"I'm sorry, Debbie. Really I am. I didn't mean to . . ."
"If you knew what he was doing, why did you let him?" asked Louanne.
"What was I going to do? Make a big scene? But like I said, I
couldn't very well refuse him after what we had already done. And
besides, I knew you were watching. I thought it might do you good to
see what it was like."
"You knew she was watching?" Thomas asked.
"Sure. And we were getting to her too," Debbie laughed. "At one
point, I thought she was gonna join us. Instead, she chickened out and
ran upstairs."
Turning to Louanne, Debbie added, "I thought maybe you went upstairs
to play with yourself."
"I did no such thing. I simply went upstairs to get your stuff. I
figured someone had to do it since you had other things on your mind at
the time."
"Bullshit! You could hardly take your eyes off of us. Comon, admit
it. It turned you on, didn't it?" Debbie continued to tease. "Maybe
you'd like me to loan you Tommy for a while. You'd find out what
you're missing real quick like."
Both Louanne and Tommy started to protest. Debbie laughed and ran
on ahead.
Louanne and Tommy looked at one another, embarrassed. Tommy started
to say something.
"Look, I don't care what she says," Louanne blurted out. "It wasn't
like that at all. You've got to believe me."
"It's okay. She's only teasing. I know you'd never do anything
like that," Thomas replied. "I guess I'm the guilty one. I was kinda
showing off. I know I shouldn't have, and I'm sorry."
Debbie called to them, "Are you two coming? Or, are you planning on
skipping school today? I'm sure Tommy would be glad to show you what
it's all about, if you want, Lou?"
Louanne and Tommy caught up to Debbie. She was laughing so hard,
tears were running down her face.
"I don't think it's all that funny," Louanne said.
"Nor do I," added Thomas.
"Oh, comon, you two," Debbie said, still laughing. "I was only
kidding. Besides Lou, you'll have all you can handle with Rodger.
Once you show him what to do."
"Fat chance with that. He's not even waiting for me this morning,"
Louanne said, as they approached the school.
"After the way you treated him yesterday, what do you expect?"
Debbie asked. "Maybe now you'll listen to me when I say you have to
let him know you're still interested. We'll probably see him at
lunchtime anyways."
Debbie and Thomas headed into the building. Louanne hung back for a
moment. Looking around and feeling disappointed, she wondered where
Rodger was.
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"Thomas' Story: Cumin' of Age" Chapter 20 - by T. F. Yank
Copyright © 1991, 1993 by DEH Enterprises. All Rights Reserved.
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