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Thomas 21 [no
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Thomas' Story: Cumin' of Age
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by T. F. Yank
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consensual sex between minors (High School). If such things offend
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-- Chapter Twenty-One
"Look, never mind who she is," Rodger said to Dale. "I'll tell you
tonight. Just make sure you're there no later than 6:30."
"Yes, but Rodge, I don't think I could just fuck anyone. I kinda
need to know them, know what they're like."
"Bullshit. How the fuck would you know. Shit, you ain't even had a
girl give you a decent blowjob. You'd fuck anything that wore a skirt,
and beg for a second chance."
"I dunno, Rodge. She could have a disease or something. I don't
want to take any chances."
"Look, do you want to lose your cherry or not? I'm trying to do you
a favor. But if you ain't interested?"
"No! I'm interested. I just wanted to know who she was, that's
all. She'll really take care of both of us, tonight? Suck us off and
everything?"
"Don't worry about that. She'll do anything I want, and then some.
And you ain't gotta worry about catching anything. She's clean, I'm
sure of it."
"Well, if you say so. But I still don't understand why you won't
tell me who she is? Is it Ellen? Or maybe Carol?"
"If you don't stop this shit, you'll end up fucking your hand again.
I'll tell you who she is tonight. Now remember what I said about when
and where? And what you're to do."
"Yeah sure. I meet you at the shed, in back of the Bartlet place,
at 6:30. I'm to hide in the shed and not to make a sound, or show
myself until you give me the signal. Right?"
"Right. Now don't say a word to anyone about this. Don't want
someone else trying to horn in on our actions, do we?"
"Of course not. But I don't understand why I have to hide."
"Like I said before, she hasn't agreed to do us both. Just me. But
I know once she gets hot, she'll want to party. And if she doesn't,
we'll just have to persuade her a bit."
"Persuade her? You ain't gonna do anything of that rough shit
again, are you? The last time you pulled that crap, you almost got
busted. I don't want any part of that stuff."
"This time it'll be different. Trust me. This slut likes it rough.
It makes her real hot. And the hotter she is, the more she'll want to
make sure we're both taken care of. Just think, everything you ever
wanted a girl to do to you, or you wanted to do to her."
"Hell, I'll be happy if she just sucks me off. And of course I
wanna get laid, too."
Rodger chuckled. "You're too easy to please. But just watch me and
you'll learn everything else there is to know. Now remember, not a
word to anyone."
"Sure Rodge. You know me. I'd never say anything. Shit, don't
know how I'm gonna make it through the day, though. I've already got a
hard-on that won't quit."
They hurried to school, each lost in his own little fantasy of what
was going to happen that night.
--- *** ---
Debbie ran into Rodger between classes. As this was one of the few
times she and Louanne didn't go to the same class, she knew it was no
accident.
"Hi," Rodger said as he started walking beside her.
"Hi. I was wondering when you would see me today?" Debbie said.
"Well, I didn't want anyone to get any ideas, like you said last
night. So I decided this would be the best way. I found a place we
could go to tonight. You know the old Bartlet place?"
"Yeah sure. Is that where you want to meet?"
"Yeah. Well kinda. I thought we could meet at the old shed behind
the place. That is, if you still want to meet?"
"Of course I do. Why would you think I wouldn't?"
"Well, after the way I acted yesterday, I could understand if you
didn't. I'm really sorry about that. I don't know what came over me."
"Hey, that's okay. And the old shed is okay, too. You said seven?"
"Yeah, seven. And Debbie, I really appreciate this."
"If you really want to show me how much you appreciate it, you had
better start letting Louanne know how much she means to you. I think
you should try and see her during lunch, don't you?"
"I will. I was intending to anyways. I was gonna ask her if she
wanted to go to a movie or something, Friday night."
"Hey, that's a good idea. You two can double with Tommy and me.
That way, she won't feel threatened or anything like that."
"That sounds great. I'll let you know how I make out tonight when
we meet. I'll see you then, okay?"
"Sounds good to me. But don't forget to bring your learning cap.
You have a few things to learn tonight."
"Oh, I will, you can count on it," Rodger said. He watched her walk
to her class. As she disappeared into the room, he thought, "And I
have a few things to teach you too, you fucking slut."
--- *** ---
Thomas met Debbie and Louanne at lunchtime. They headed out to the
playing field to watch the practice game. Before they got to the
field, Rodger met them.
"Lou, can I speak to you for a moment," he asked.
"I don't know," she replied. "I was going to watch the game."
"I won't take long, I promise. I just need to talk to you," Rodger
pleaded.
"Go on. Either give him a second chance, or tell him goodbye. You
can't keep him hanging like that forever," Debbie whispered in her ear.
"Well, I guess it would be okay," Louanne said.
"We'll see you later," Debbie said as she pulled Thomas away from
them.
Louanne was about to call them back. She didn't really feel
comfortable being alone with Rodger.
"She'd make a good matchmaker, don't you think?" Rodger asked,
breaking the silence between them.
"She seems to think so," Louanne replied. "She thinks I'm making a
big mistake by not forgiving you."
"Well she's wrong there," Rodger said quickly. "You probably
shouldn't forgive me. Least ways, not yet. But I would appreciate it
if you'd give me a chance to try to make up. What I did was
unforgivable, I know."
"If you know that, why do you keep asking me for another chance?"
Louanne demanded, feeling angry.
"Look, I know what I did was terrible, unforgivable. But I also
know I can't live without you. I can't sleep. I can't eat. All I can
think of is you. I'll do whatever you ask. You want me to . . . er .
. . you know, do you? I'll do it. Nothing else. You don't have to do
anything in return."
"I won't touch you anywhere you don't tell me to do. If you don't
want to do anything, that's okay too. All I want to be is close to
you. I love you, Lou. Any way you want it, is all I ask. Please,
just give me second chance. Please, Lou?"
Louanne had never seen Rodger this upset before. She was sure he'd
start crying in another minute. The pain, so clearly visible on his
face, shot right through her heart. She had a powerful urge to reach
out and hold him tightly in her arms.
"I don't know Rodger," she said with some difficultly. "You really
frightened me. I'm afraid of you now."
"Maybe we need to go slow," Rodger suggested. "Maybe we could start
over again. What if we kinda double dated or something. You wouldn't
have to be alone with me."
"Well maybe. Debbie and Tommy are going to the movies Friday
night," she offered.
"You think they'd mind if we tagged along?" he asked. "I'd walk you
home after, if you wanted. And I promise no funny stuff afterwards,
not even a good night kiss, unless you wanted to."
"I don't know," Louanne said feeling confused. Her heart wanted him
so bad. She wished they were alone so she could just hold him in her
arms. But her brain screamed a warning, frightened of what might
happen if they were alone again. "I need some time to think about it,"
she said softly.
"Take all the time you need, Lou. I don't want you to feel rushed,
under pressure. I know I've lost your trust. And I'm really scared I
might never win it back. But you have to believe me when I say I love
you. Well actually you don't. But I'm begging you to at least give me
another chance."
With that, Rodger dropped to his knees in front of her, and said,
"Please Lou? Just one chance?"
Louanne was horrified by what he was doing. People were staring at
them. "Get up from there this instance. My God, Rodger, what do you
think you're doing? You're embarrassing me. Stop that. Please
Rodger, don't"
He slowly got up off his knees. She thought how he looked like a
lost puppy. She wanted to say yes. Yes, they could go out Friday
night. Yes, she still loved him. But she still had a nagging feeling
in the back of her mind. A feeling which suggested caution.
"I promise I'll think about it, Rodger. Right now, that's all I can
promise," she said with mixed feelings.
"I understand. You have to sort out your feelings about me. Decide
which is stronger, your love for me, or your fear of me. I guess
asking to walk you home after school wouldn't be such a good idea right
now?"
"No, I don't think it would. But I will make a promise to let you
know about Friday night, tomorrow."
"No!" he protested. "That's too soon. Wait until Friday. Tell you
what. If you decide yes, wait for me in front of the cafeteria. If I
don't see you waiting there, I'll know you decided not to give me
another chance. I'll know I screwed everything up. That way, you
won't have to face me if the answer is no. And I'll know it's over
between us."
"Lou, you have to believe me. If you decide to dump me, I'll
understand. No hard feelings, no scenes in public. I'll accept your
decision, whatever it is, without an argument. I promise you that."
"But if there is even the tiniest spark of love left in your heart
for me, I pray that somehow I can learn to fan it into a blaze. A
blaze so strong, that the two of us will forever be bound by the heat
of it's love. Goodbye Lou. My heart is in your hands now. Do with it
what you will."
Rodger turned slowly and walked away, leaving her standing there.
Her heart felt as if it would explode. She felt her breath catch in
her throat as a sob came out of no where.
"Oh God, I do love you, Rodger," she cried inwardly. "I don't want
to live without you either. Maybe Debbie was right. I guess I have
been over reacting. All I want is for you to hold me."
"I don't care if you won't do stuff to me. And I don't really care
if you expect me to do stuff either. Just as long as we can be
together. Just as long as we love one another. Nothing else really
matters."
Louanne suddenly realized if she didn't do something, she would
start crying. Rubbing her watery eyes, she went looking for Debbie and
Tommy.
--- *** ---
Debbie was trying to explain things to Tommy. "You don't
understand. Rodger has really changed. He's really sorry about what
he did to Lou. And he really wants a chance to show Lou he's changed.
She's got to give him that chance. For her own sake, she has to."
"I don't know," he replied. "I heard him telling Dale how they were
gonna mess around with some girl. That doesn't sound like a guy upset
about losing his girl to me."
"Sure it is. He was just trying to bury his pain. Besides, he has
needs too, you know."
"Only animals give in to their needs like that," Thomas replied,
disgusted.
"Oh, you've never tried to imagine what it would be like with
certain girl? You've never wanted to fool around with someone?"
"Okay, maybe I have. But not any more. I love you. And I don't
need anyone else now," he said, hoping to get her to change the topic.
"Bullshit. Tell me you haven't imagined what it would be like with
Louanne. Tell me you weren't thinking about her that time at her
place."
"I didn't, really. Okay, maybe I teased her a little. But I wasn't
thinking about what it would be like with her. I don't want anyone but
you.
Thomas reddened as he remembered how he had compared the two girls,
that day in class.
Taking his hand, and holding it tightly, she said, "Hey, it's okay.
It's only human to think about stuff like that. And besides, I don't
mind if you did. I know as long as I keep you happy, you won't leave
me."
"And even if you did, I know you'd come back to me. Because I'll
make sure you get whatever you want from me. Remember that. Whatever
you want. Wherever and whenever you want it."
She pulled him to her and kissed him. Her hand reached for his
crotch and she squeezed his penis.
"Besides, we both know she'd never suck you off like I do. Want me
to do you now? We could sneak under the bleachers, right now, if you
want?" She gave his penis another squeeze.
"No! Don't! Please Debbie, not here."
"Comon," she offered, "Let's check out the bleachers. I've got a
terrible urge to taste you again. You don't have to go anywhere else
to get what I have in mind."
Debbie gave his now hardening shaft one more squeeze, and started to
pull him toward the bleachers.
"Please Debbie. Not now. Not here. I don't really want to," he
protested.
"Hey, where are you two headed?" Louanne said as she approached
them.
"Er . . we're were just going to head back inside," Thomas said,
feeling relieved.
"Like hell we were," Debbie said, disappointedly.
"I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" Louanne said seeing the look
on Debbie's face.
"No! No, you're not interrupting anything," Thomas said, a bit too
quickly.
"You sure did," Debbie countered. "But I guess it's too late now
anyways. By the way, how'd you make out with Rodger? You two decide
to give it another try?"
"Well, I think so," Louanne answered. "He asked if I'd go to the
movies with him Friday. Kind of a double date with you two."
"And did you say yes?" Debbie asked.
"I told him I needed sometime to think about it. We agreed I'd let
him know Friday during school."
"But you're gonna say yes, ain't you?"
"I think so. I really don't know any more. When he first started
talking to me, I'd have said no. But when he left, I had all I could
do to keep from shouting yes. And now that I've had some time to think
about it, I'm not so sure. Oh Debbie, I feel all confused."
"Well it won't hurt to keep him hanging a bit. And you should go
out with him again. Just to see what you feel like when you two are
alone."
"And to see how he behaves when you're alone with him. Worse comes
to worse, Tommy and I can walk you home after the movie. So you really
have nothing to lose."
"I hope you're right. I hope I'm not making a big mistake," Louanne
said just as the bell rang.
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"Thomas' Story: Cumin' of Age" Chapter 21 - by T. F. Yank
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