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Thomas 35
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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
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There is a particularly _UGLY_ rape scene depicted in chapters 23 -
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-- Chapter Thirty-Five
Even though he knew Debbie wouldn't be there, his heart felt a
twinge of pain when he saw Louanne waiting at the corner, alone.
Actually, after the way Louanne had acted yesterday, he was a bit
surprised to see her waiting.
"Hi, Tommy. Thought we could still walk to school together. If you
don't mind, that is."
"Why should I mind? Actually, it's nice to have someone to talk
to."
"Well, after yesterday, I wasn't sure if you'd even want to see me
again. Are you coming over tonight to tutor me, still?"
"Of course, I'm still tutoring you. Why wouldn't I? You still need
help in history. And about yesterday, I don't know what I did to get
you so upset, but I'm sorry."
"Oh, forget it. Just forget it, okay!" Louanne snapped.
"What did I do now?" he thought. "She's angry with me again, just
like yesterday."
But he was afraid to ask Louanne what was bothering her. Instead,
he said, "Are you ready for the history test today?"
"I dunno. I tried to study last night, but I had trouble keeping my
mind on the subject."
"Well, we can review the stuff now. And if you want, we can meet at
lunchtime to go over it again."
"I dunno about lunchtime. We'll see. But maybe you can explain to
me what the economical effects of the second crusades had to do with
the lessening of the monarchy powers."
They continued to school, reviewing the subject they would be tested
on later that day.
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At lunchtime, Thomas looked for Louanne. But she was nowhere to be
found. He felt disappointment, but wasn't sure why. Maybe he had just
become use to seeing her with Debbie so often.
The test in history wasn't any challenge for him. He quickly
finished, and found himself staring at Louanne's back. He wondered how
she was making out with the test. When he realized that he was staring
at the way her hair seemed to curl upon the nape of her neck, he
quickly looked away.
He walked her home, making sure they only discussed the test. And
said he'd see her later that evening to continue their studying.
He felt uncomfortable when he came over later, and was happy when he
at last left. Later that night, as he read a book, he kept having
visions of Louanne.
"This is ridiculous," he thought. "She's only a friend. Nothing
more." But sleep was a long time coming that night.
The next two days passed in the same manner. He walked her to and
from school each day. He never saw her at lunchtime. And each night,
he spent two hours with her going over class work for history. And the
time he did spend with her was making him feel more uncomfortable.
Thursday was the same. At least it was until history class. They
were given back the test they had taken on monday. He got his usual
A+. He wondered what mark Louanne received. It must have been good,
because Mrs. Whalen had said something to Louanne about being very
pleased.
After class, he made his way to the door of the classroom. Louanne
was waiting, obviously excited. Before he could ask what mark she had
gotten, she wrapped her arms around him and gave him a kiss on the
cheek.
"I got a B+. Me! A B+! I can't believe it. Oh Tommy, thank you.
Thank you so much!"
Thomas was having trouble balancing his school books in one arm, as
his cast was caught between him and Louanne. And he was kinda
embarrassed by her actions. But he finally managed to break away from
her.
"Good for you. See, I told you, you could do it. I guess you can't
wait to show the test to your mother."
Walking home, he found he enjoyed her excited babble. She never
stopped for a minute, talking about how proud her mother was going to
be, and how she would do even better on the next test. He was sorry he
wouldn't be there to see Mrs. Raster's reaction, but he had promised
his mother he'd start dinner early today, since she had to go out that
night. Something about a meeting at the church.
Later that evening he arrived at Louanne's house. She met him at
the door with a cake. The words 'Thanks Thomas' were written on it.
"Mom was so proud when she saw that test. She insisted we bake you
this cake as a way to say thanks for all your help. We didn't know
what your favorite flavour was, so we made mine, instead. She had to
go out tonight, but she said I wasn't to eat it all myself. So you're
gonna have to help me."
"Well, I'll have a piece, sure. But I don't think I can eat too
much of it. I'm still kinda stuff from dinner."
"Oh, goody," Louanne said, with a mischievous grin. "I'll just have
to make the supreme sacrifice, and pig out on the rest."
Laughing at her antics, Thomas allowed Louanne to lead him down to
the basement. She had already laid out plates and stuff on the coffee
table in front of the couch. Once Thomas was seated, she cut him a
large piece of cake, and handed it to him.
"Shit, I forget the drinks. I'll be right back," Louanne said,
running up the stairs.
Thomas was having trouble eating. With only one good hand, it was
difficult balancing the plate on his legs, and trying to cut a piece
with his fork at the same time.
Louanne returned with the drinks. Seeing his predicament, she said,
"Oh poor baby. Here, let mommy help you."
Flopping down on the couch next to him, she nearly cause him to
knock the plate from his lap. Taking the fork from his hand, she took
a large piece of cake and brought it to his mouth.
"Choo-Choo. Here comes the train. Now open the tunnel," she said
as she pushed the cake against his mouth.
Thomas opened his mouth wide and Louanne forced the cake in. In the
process, some of the icing smeared on his chin. Before Thomas had a
chance to swallow what he already had in his mouth, Louanne held
another piece in front of his face.
"Here comes the airplane. Better open the hangar doors, before it
crashes into the mountain side."
Thomas quickly swallowed and opened his mouth. Louanne was making
sounds like an airplane as she moved the piece of cake erratically in
front of him. He tried to turn his head to match her movements, but
she managed to catch his nose with the cake instead.
"Ouch," Thomas exclaimed as the tines of the fork dug into his
cheek.
"Oops, sorry. I had better get rid of the weapon."
Louanne placed the fork on the table, and tore off another piece of
cake with her fingers. She raised her hand high and circled the piece
of cake above Thomas' head.
"Bombing run. Bombing run. Open the bomb bay doors," she said
laughingly.
"Please, Lou. No more. I can't eat another bite," Thomas pleaded.
"You don't like my cake? After all the trouble I went to make it?"
"No. I like it, really I do. I just can't eat another bite, that's
all."
Louanne smashed the piece of cake in her hand against his mouth,
squishing it across his chin. "Not good enough, is it?" she said,
laughing.
"I'll get you for that one," Thomas said, grabbing a piece of cake
and pushing it into Louanne's face.
"No more. I give," she exclaimed trying to wipe the cake off her
face.
"Ha! You can dish it out, but can't take it. Now, it's my turn.
Let's see how much cake you can eat."
He tore off another piece, and forced it between her lips. Before
she swallowed it, he pushed another piece in. Louanne tried to avoid
his fingers by turning her face away, but he simply smeared the cake on
whatever part of her face he came in contact with.
Soon her face was covered in cake and icing. His plate was empty.
He sat there laughing as she tried to wipe the cake off herself. She'd
wipe off some icing and then lick it off her fingers.
"Gotta admit, that was good cake," she said, grinning. "Here let me
help you clean that mess off your face."
She took a napkin and started to wipe his chin. Leaning closer, she
licked some icing off his nose.
"Yum. That's tastes good. And we sure don't want all this yummy
icing to go to waste," she said as she continued licking his face.
Soon her licks turned to kisses. Thomas sat there, uncertain what
to do. He didn't want to offend her. But when she covered his mouth
with hers, he couldn't take any more.
Pushing her away, he said, "Please, Lou. Don't. Don't ruin this."
She reacted as if he had slapped her. She looked hard at him for a
moment, and then moved away. She sat at the other end of the couch,
and starting crying.
"Damn, why do they always have to cry like that," he thought.
"Please Lou. Don't cry. I'm sorry, but I can't. I just can't do
anything like that."
"Oh don't worry. It's not your fault," she said. "It's me."
"You?" Thomas asked.
"Yeah, me. I don't know what it is, but somehow I always end up
screwing things up. Either I scare them away like you and Gary. Or I
drive them crazy like Rodger."
"Hey, you had nothing to do with Rodger ending up like that."
"Didn't I? If I could have found a way to keep him satisfied, he
wouldn't have done what he did."
"Stop that! We've already had this talk. Rodger was sick for a
long time. You're just lucky you weren't the victim."
"Yeah, I wasn't even good enough for a sicko. I end up scaring them
all away from me."
"Listen to yourself. You're actually upset because Rodger didn't
get funny with you? And you aren't scaring me away. It's just that I
can't do something like that, on demand. And I don't know about your
relationship with this Gary, but I thought you two stopped seeing one
another because his family moved away. That doesn't sound like you
scared him away."
"Now you're sounding like Debbie. She always said my problem was I
couldn't let myself go. That I was too uptight, too inhibited. As if
sex was the answer to everything. Look where it got her."
"That's not fair. Sex, normal sex, had nothing to do with what
happened to her. But you're right, sex is not the answer to
everything. God, I can't believe I'm saying this. Before Debbie, I
never had sex. Now, all of a sudden, I'm an expert?"
"But Debbie said you were the best. That with you, it was something
really beautiful."
"Well, it was for me. I don't know that I'm any different from
other guys. Everything I did with Debbie was the first time for me.
She knew so much more than I did. She was the one who showed me what
to do. I just tried to do it right, that's all. I did it to make her
feel good, make her feel happy."
"Sounds to me like that would make you different from most guys I
know. Rodger was only interested in what I could do for him. He
didn't care if I had needs too. Even Gary was that way. And the few
guys I dated before Rodger only wanted to grab a free feel. Debbie was
lucky finding you."
"I can't speak for other guys. But I can't see why they'd want to
be that way. I mean, if I learned one thing from Debbie, it was the
happier I made her, the harder she tried to make me happy in return."
"And why can't you do the same for me?"
"You don't understand. I love Debbie. And you're her best friend.
It isn't right."
"You didn't love her the first time you two made out. I bet you
didn't even really like her that much, the first time, did you?"
"Well no. Actually I was kinda frightened of her the first night.
She came on so strong, and so fast, I didn't know what was happening.
And the feelings. God, it felt so wonderful."
"So why can't we do the same things?"
"You still don't understand. I admit I liked the sex, and the
pleasure. But I also learned it becomes even better when you like the
person. And it becomes something else completely when you love the
person. To go back to having just sex, kinda cheapens everything. I
couldn't do that to you, or myself."
Louanne got up from the couch, and stood in front of him. "Do you
like me?"
"Sure. But that isn't the same."
"Do you find me attractive?"
Thomas felt himself blush, remembering the thoughts he had of
Louanne, and turned his face from her.
"Do you think I'm too small?" she said, indicating her breasts.
Touching her hips, she added, "Too skinny? Am I really that ugly?"
"No. You're not ugly."
"But you don't find me attractive."
"You're very attractive. That's has nothing to do with it."
"Then what's the problem? You said you had to like the person. And
you admit you like me. You like the way I look. What else do you
need?"
"You're her best friend. Don't you understand? I love her. How
could I do something with her best friend?"
"Thomas, this is hard on both of us, but she's gone. She ain't
never coming back. We only have each other left. But that isn't it
either. I want to do this for me. Not because she asked us to do it.
But because I have to find out if there's something wrong with me. Or,
like Debbie said, I've just been unlucky in meeting the right guy."
Thomas looked up at her. God, she was beautiful. The way her hair
framed her face, giving her an impish quality. Her eyes, so big and
round, as if she looked in wonder at all she saw. Her small mouth,
with those full lips he wished he could taste. He wanted to say
something, but he seemed to have lost his voice.
"I don't want us to do this because Debbie asked us to. I don't
want her presence here interfering. I want this to be something just
for us. No, that's not true either. I want this for myself, just
myself. I want to just once know what it supposed to feel like."
Taking his hand, she pulled him from the couch. "I don't care if
it's cheap. Just do it for me, please Thomas?"
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"Thomas' Story: Cumin' of Age" Chapter 35 - by T. F. Yank
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