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As promised, here is Chapter Nine. Thanks to my many correspondents, some of whom are becoming friends. I'd name them if I didn't think it might embarrass them to be mentioned so publicly. Also, if you missed previous chapters, please e-mail me: daegga@mail.idt.net

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A Rude Awakening

Chapter Nine

After the graduation, he had dinner with his family, and spent the early evening playing basketball, getting himself well sweated. He came home from that, showered and shaved. He dressed in a sleeveless muscle t-shirt, his pair of Alice's panties (he knew he looked very sexy in them, his penis clearly visible through the flimsy material), a pair of tight blue jeans, and a leather jacket (the nights in California being very cold).

He told his parents that he was going to take a walk and then retire to his treehouse for the evening. The prom was the next night, and he'd already been fitted for his tux, so he was ready for the entire weekend.
He then took as circuitous a route to Terri's as possible. He didn't want her to be spying on him as he arrived. In fact, he hoped to arrive a bit early and sneak into the house, expecting to catch Terri off-guard.

Walking the long way around, he approached the Claxton's house from the direction opposite to that he'd normally take. He carefully pulled open their garage and was not surprised to find that there was no car since Terri's mother had left to join her husband. He let the garage door down as silently as possible.

As he skirted the oil spots from the Claxton's two cars, he detected a twinge of jealousy, and he wanted to slap himself. Here he was, hoping to seduce Ramona's daughter, yet he felt jealous that Ramona could be with her own husband. Do men have no limits? Even as young as he was, he could see that his appetite far exceeded his actual hunger, and this, he already realized, was one of the great curses of being male. How could he ever reach a state in which he'd be happy with a single woman? Wouldn't he always want every beautiful woman he encountered? How would he ever be faithful to one woman? Did that mean he'd never be able to marry? Would he eventually get to the point that he didn't care, that he'd be as uninterested in sex as Ramona's husband seemed to be? Could those be the only two options? Infidelity or impotence?

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the sliding glass door to the backyard opening. He crept to the back of the garage and peered out of the rear door. He could see Terri, clad completely in white, a long white dress (the usual old-fashioned look that Terri wore to school), a cashmere white sweater, a white bonnet (huh?), white gloves, white stockings, white socks, and white shoes, shoes he thought of as little girls' Sunday school shoes. Her glasses made her look remarkably intelligent and untouchable. He watched her scan the back yard and then take a seat in one of the lounge chairs. She looked almost like a ghost floating to the chaise lounge.

He went to the door leading from the garage to the house and was delighted to find it open. He slipped in and very quietly made his way up to Terri's room. After removing the ropes, tying them to the posts of the bed, and hiding them under it, he concealed his backpack in her closet. He then made his way back downstairs and exited through the garage door. Finally, he made his way to the wall and jumped it. He moved so quietly that Terri didn't seem to notice, and when he stepped from the shadows, she jumped in surprise.

"You're good," she said, maintaining her cool although her heart quivered and her stomach quaked. She couldn't think of a word to say. She tried not to look at the bulge between his legs, but she repeatedly found herself looking away from it, away from his eyes, away from him altogether and then somehow back at his eyes and his chest and his crotch. Her parents weren't home, and she suddenly felt vulnerable: she'd never been alone with him -- or any man -- before. And there was something a little scary about his outfit, the leather jacket and too tight blue jeans and what appeared to be a lack of underwear, something menacing.

What had she expected? She couldn't have said. She certainly hadn't expected him to wear something so rough, so dangerous, so provocative. It excited and scared and mystified her all at once. The jacket was open, and she could see his torso through the thin t-shirt, his muscled chest and the brown hair peeking over his collar. She felt an urge to kiss him there but feared he might reciprocate. She remembered how he had handled her mother, and she felt her knees tingle, as if she would fall, though she was lying down. She felt herself melting, becoming warm and wet between her legs. She began to suspect that she might not be the person in control.

Though she didn't realize it yet, the person who was going to control the evening was now standing by the pool and looking her over, wondering why she should have dressed so chastely. Still, she was beautiful, and in fact, she knew how to dress herself to best effect. The contrast between her virginal appearance and what he knew to be her teasing personality made her seem sexier than ever. The fact that she was so covered up also made him more curious to see her, more eager to see whether he could get her to remove her glasses or any of her clothing, even just her sweater.

"Do you always dress up so to use your telescope?" he asked. He could see her blushing furiously.

"No," she answered, regaining control, "I'm usually wearing little or nothing."

"So tonight you dressed up for me?"

Again she blushed, but she was also ready with an answer.

"No more than you dressed up for me." He felt himself blush a bit.

"So shall we go up?" he asked, offering her his hand. She took it long enough to get up from the lounge and then spun away from him, dashing to the screen door.

"Catch me if you can!" she said as she entered the door and closed it behind her.

Joey reacted calmly, strolling to the door and quietly letting himself in. He crept through the house as quietly as possible, mounting the stairs slowly and listening for any sound of Terri.

That he didn't hear anything was due to her having settled down on the bed to consider her second thoughts about everything. When her mother was home or when Jackie was with him, it was fun and safe to flash herself at him. Now they were alone, and though she'd planned to tease him and had even dressed carefully for the part -- knowing that her white dress was nearly transparent, that when she removed her sweater, he'd be able to see the chocolate brown of her nipples against the whiteness of her breasts -- even though she'd prepared for the usual taunting behavior, it was all much more perilous now. What if he got out of hand?
What if she couldn't control him? What if he decided he would control her? These thoughts caused her to shiver, though whether it was with fear or excitement, she couldn't have said. Maybe a mixture of both.

When he entered the room, she jumped up and crossed to her telescope. She had a tall stool in front of it, and she sat on it, hooking the heels of her shoes on its highest bars and letting the soft folds of her dress fall between her legs. She looked so beautiful that Joey could barely keep himself from trying for a kiss right then. He could see that she'd been lying on the bed, but she evidently hadn't noticed the ropes, or else didn't care to mention them.

"Let me scope out this evening's action," she said. "I have a few regular stops on Friday, and the first should be ready about now. I think you might even know her. Sonya Beal?"

"I've seen Sonya."

"And lusted after her in your heart, no doubt."

"You'd think I were dead if I hadn't. You've seen how she dresses, how she walks around campus. But that's all right. She's Tim Gulliver's girlfriend, and he can have her."

"Is that what he says?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Let me get them in view. You'll see that he's just her victim, or so I'm guessing, again tonight."

"It's warm in here," Joey said as he took off his leather jacket. Terri felt a thrill run through her. Partly it was because Joey was a beautiful man, shown in his best light in the sleeveless t-shirt. But more, it was because his removing his jacket was her signal to remove her sweater.

"You're right," she said, acting as calm as possible. "I think I'll remove my sweater as well." She did, but she turned her back on Joey as she did, dropping the sweater onto the bed without letting him see her chest. She then put her eye to the scope and began scanning the backyards within her view. Joey approached her from behind and let his hand slide down the length of her back, verifying that she wore no bra.

"Ooh, that feels good," she said, squirming away and slapping lightly at his hand. "Too good. Here, I've got our subject covered, so let's get the show going." She slid off the stool, turning her back on Joey, who took her place.

He put his eye to the lens. It took him a moment to realize what he was seeing, but when he got it focused, he was amazed at what he saw. It was Sonya Beal's bedroom, though he couldn't determine that from the first look. The curtains were wide open, and Tim Gulliver was sitting on a chair near the bed with his hands behind his back. He was talking -- in fact, Joey could have sworn he was begging -- towards a corner of the room that he couldn't see.

Suddenly Sonya came into the scene. She was wearing a very short green dress, so short that Joey could see she was naked beneath it when she bent over in front of Tim, not quite close enough for him to kiss her, though he tried and got slapped. She put her hands on Tim's face, as if to soothe the place she'd just hit. Joey was entranced by the beauty of her plump tanned legs, the bright white of her ass, the red hair of her love nest. The hair was at least as red as the hair on her head, which surprised Joey since Sonya was a brown-eyed red head, and he'd always assumed she was actually a brunette who'd colored her hair. Tim reached for her again, and Joey saw a man's hand knock Tim's hand away.

Suddenly a tall, very muscular man with greasy black hair stepped into the scene. He was wearing only a pair of skimpy swim trunks with a truly gigantic bulge. He was the type of man all the kids called a "greaser," with his oily black hair piled high on his head, slicked back in a duck tail, and a tatoo on his arm that probably said "Mother." Joey couldn't be sure because the man wouldn't stand still long enough for him to focus in on it. Sonya went to the bed, hiked her skirt and lay back with her legs spread. Tim was squirming as he watched. The greaser pointed at Tim, causing Sonya to jump up and bend over in front of him again. When his hand came up to attempt to touch her, the greaser took it and slipped a handcuff onto it, pulling the arm behind the chair. The greaser completed the process with the other arm, pinning Tim's arms behind him.

Sonya meanwhile flashed herself at the window -- Joey had to think she was doing this on purpose, and he even wondered whether or not she knew about Terri's telescope and watching habits -- and opened Tim's fly. The head of his hard penis sprung from his fly, pointing straight up. She pulled his balls through the metal teeth or the zipper, leaving him otherwise completely clothed. Finally, she lifted her skirt again, turned her back on him and sat on his lap, jamming herself against him, making Joey wonder whether she was actually impaling herself on his rigid pole. After grinding her fanny against the crotch of her ecstatic victim, she got up and returned to the bed, lying back with her legs spread, her beautiful red snatch pointing straight at the window.

Joey hated to see the cruelty of what happened next, but he couldn't take his eyes off the scene. The greaser went to the far side of the bed, pulled down his trunks, and dropped a tremendous penis directly onto her face, right in front of his struggling friend. The penis was larger than any Joey had ever imagined, and the amazing thing (to Joey, at least) was that it wasn't even hard. Joey was aching just from watching, but the man was right there in the room with his limp penis lying on Sonya's beautiful face, and it wasn't even hard. It didn't lie there long before Sonya took it into her hand. She began licking its head. As she did, she would pause to look at Tim, to stroke herself and wave her pussy at him. Then she laughed and returned to her enthusiastic sucking. The penis slowly began to grow until it was so long that Sonya could hold it in two hands and still lick the head. Joey estimated that it was as long as a ruler, but it wasn't very hard. Soon she was jerking on the long spike with both hands, its head slipping into her mouth with each stroke.
Though the man's penis had grown longer, it never seemed truly hard. Joey wondered how he could possibly enter her.

He didn't have to wonder long. The greaser came around the bed pulled Sonya to the near edge of it, as close to Tim as possible, her legs spread completely, her pussy inches away from his face. The greaser slapped his half rigid penis against Sonya's bush and then let her take over. She began stuffing the penis into her snatch, inch by inch. Though it didn't appear to be very hard, the penis went in. She then let the man rub his pelvic bone against hers, squishing himself against her clit, until she began to come. When she did, he pulled his penis from her and began jerking on it. She got up on her knees and kissed the head. It erupted, spilling the sperm all over her face. She opened her mouth and tried to catch as much as she could.

When the greaser had finished, her face was covered in come. She got off the bed and bent over to force a kiss on Tim. Though Joey could barely believe his eyes, Tim began licking the come from her face and kissing her back. She lifted her skirt and began to slip her cunt lips over the head of his penis. Soon she was riding up and down on the Tim's very stiff prong, and Joey could clearly see her enjoying the feel of it, her head thrown back, her knees bent as she hopped up and down. She undid her blouse and let Tim lick her breasts, or so Joey assumed, since all he could see was the hem of her green dress flying up and down, revealing flashes of her ass. Suddenly she got up, and within an instant Tim seemed to be screaming as he came. Joey was sure the orgasm was not satisfying.

"Wow," he said as he took his eyes away from the telescope. He found Terri lying on her back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. Her hands were behind her head, and he could clearly see her brown nipples through the white guaze. He could also see that she was wearing very sexy white panties.

"She can tease him that way for hours. I don't know whom I pity more, Tim or the greaser. At least Tim can get it up."

Joey was surprised by what she said. He was still adjusting his opinion of her. Until just a couple of weeks earlier, he'd assumed she was as proper a young lady as he was ever likely to meet, "The Ice Princess," as all the guys put it. She'd been the valedictorian, had given a serious speech on the graduation being the first step of a long journey towards a destination none of them could name. He'd been certain her speech had bettered his own. Indeed, everything about her was serious and correct.
At least, it always had been. Now she seemed to have plenty of knowledge about an area he was just discovering.

"Do you mind if I have a look around for myself?" he asked.

"Sure, go ahead."

He scanned the valley, looking for a familiar landmark. He was dismayed to find such an obvious one: the pine stand in which he'd built his treehouse. He could see the glowing blue of Alice's pool quite clearly.
Had Terri witnessed Alice's adventures with the crewcut? Had she been witnessing Alice exercising by the pool? Swimming? Rubbing herself with suntan oil? Rubbing herself to orgasm? Or did she watch only at night?

He looked away again, finding her lying in the same position as before.

"When do you see more, at night or in the daytime?"

"Daytime's OK for the view -- you can really see well in the sunlight -- but nothing much ever happens. At night, you can set your clock by Sonya, and there are a couple of others who are worth checking late in the evening."

"What was the sexiest thing you ever saw during the day time?"

"Are we playing dare?"

"No, just making conversation."

"You mean you're finished with the telescope?"

"I didn't say that, but it leads to certain follow up questions, or don't you take questions?"

She turned her head to look at him. She was very excited, feeling that delicious tingle that precedes doing something very daring. She could barely control her breathing, though, and she wanted to keep herself calm and in control. Unfortunately for that plan, he was turned around on the stool and looking her right in the eye. She could clearly see that he was still aroused, probably from the teasing he'd just witnessed.

"Nothing much, really. Just the usual pool sex, though I don't watch enough to catch it too often. I have noticed that several women like to sunbathe in the skimpiest of outfits while having their pool serviced. I don't think the pool boys mind."

"I doubt it. How skimpy?"

"Naked, sometimes, but I don't think that's all that sexy. Lots of women seem to enjoy sunning their backs with tops off while their pool boy sweeps the pool. They'll even sit up to give him a flash now and then."

"Do they ever get lucky?"

"I saw it happen once. This woman had to be looking for something to happen, though. She was wearing a negligee, reading letters of something. She wore nothing underneath, and you could clearly see her breasts and the hair of her vagina. She spread her legs so he could see her sex, or that's what I think anyway, so the pool boy undoes the top button on his cutoffs. Other than that, he wasn't wearing anything. Once the button was open, the zipper began coming undone. She was in a chaise lounge near the pool, and when the zipper was about half done, he'd worked his way up to that part of it. He faced her, but with his back to me. He was working, and I imagine his cutoffs weren't hiding much. She looked up at him and then lowered her gaze. Suddenly she reached up to touch him. He immediately dropped the pool broom and put his hand on her sex. She dropped her letters and pulled him from the shorts. You can imagine the rest."

His cock was aching. For one thing, Terri had a beautiful voice, so proper. As she spoke, she also communicated the wickedness of her story by the way she told it. She was sitting up now, leaning on her left elbow and looking him right in the eye. He could see through the filmy fabric of her dress, and her breasts -- brown nipples making a stark contrast to her very white tan lines -- taunted him, making him wish to push her back and unbutton her dress.

"Is imagination enough?"

"What? What do you mean?"

"I mean, do you need more than imagination to receive pleasure? You like to watch, you like to touch yourself, you like to tease, but you don't like anything to happen? I mean, really happen?"

"Maybe I haven't met a man who could make anything happen, really."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean someone who's willing to take a chance."

Joey stood up and stepped towards her. Her eyes were now just inches away from his crotch, and his bulge was obvious. She bit her lower lip.

"You mean someone who would do something risky?" he asked.

"Or dangerous."

"Are you serious?"

She paused. She knew she was going to start something if she answered in the affirmative, but she also wanted to know whether Joey was as brave as he seemed. If not, she would control him. She looked him straight in the eye, her expression grave.

"Dead serious."

He bent forward and removed her glasses, thrilled that she let him. He folded them and stored them on the desk top. He turned and smiled at her. She looked back, a taunting smile in her eyes. And then it happened.

Before she realized what he was doing, Joey had fallen upon her, pinning her shoulders beneath his knees. He quickly slipped one of the ropes around her right wrist, pulling the slip knot tight. While she was still realizing what he'd just done, he put her left wrist into its knot. He then adjusted the tension against the legs of the bed so that her arms were pulled as widely apart as they'd comfortably go. Next, he scooted back, pinning her legs and soon capturing them in the ropes he'd prepared for them. Suddenly she was straining against real restraints, but her eyes were no longer mocking. She was breathing fast, and Joey could imagine that her heart was pounding hard in her chest.

It was. She was as excited as she'd ever been in her life. She was partly scared -- did she really know Joey as well as she thought she did?
Was she about to be hurt? Her parents were out for the weekend, so there was no way to call for help. What if Joey were some kind of violent pervert? She couldn't help but reflect on all the worst possibilities implicit in her restrained circumstance. On the other hand, she was in a position she'd dreamed of being in, as a fantasy anyway. Now it was all too real.

"Listen," Joey said. "You taunted me by saying that you didn't think I'd be man enough to risk doing something like this. I'll return it to you.
I bet you're not woman enough to take it. I want you to know you can get out of it. Easily. If you want me to stop, just say 'uncle,' and I will. But I bet you're not woman enough to take all the pleasure I plan to share with you. I think you're all mental, afraid of real life. A tease who hates to take her own medicine. When you agree with that, just say 'uncle.'"

"Uncle?"

Joey began to release her left wrist.

"No," she said before she could catch herself. She was barely able to breathe, realizing that this was truly it, the moment she'd engineered herself. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Then, with careful deliberation, she said, "Don't stop. I am every bit as real as you are."

He backed away and sat on the stool, staring down on his eager captive. He could barely believe how beautiful she was, her chest heaving, her face flushed with excitement, her nipples poking hard against her skimpy dress, her waist slender, her hips gently rounded, the white outline of the sexy panties and tan lines visible through the skirt of the dress. The hem of her skirt had risen past her knees, and her legs looked very seductive in the white stockings, short white socks and white church shoes. Joey reached out and pushed the hem of the skirt higher, past the thick white band at the top of her stockings until it was just concealing her panties. He bent down and kissed the inner thigh of her left leg, thrilled by the feel of the white nylon. She shivered and pulled against the ropes. He moved higher, past her stockings. He kissed her softly and then gently bit the flesh of her inner thigh and was pleased to hear her moan.

He knew that she loved exposing herself to him, so that didn't seem to Joey to be the kind of thing that would cause her much discomfort -- or excitement. On the other hand, he wanted to be able to tell whether or not what he was doing was getting to her, so he pulled the hem of her dress up to her waist, past her the tan line at her hip, revealing the flimsy gauze of her sexy panties, cut so close that they barely covered her bush. Several of the hairs peeked out, in fact, and Joey could feel his hardness increasing as he looked at the way the fragile fabric was stretched over the mound of her sex. He could see the shape of her pussy, the long lips and even the place where he hoped her clitoris would emerge. She was already getting wet, he could see, though the spot was barely the size of a dime. He bent down and kissed her clitoris.

"Don't!" she screamed, pulling against the ropes. He kissed her again, this time pinching her with his lips. "Joey, please! Stop!" He traced the length of her cunt lips with his finger, very lightly, just hard enough to make them even more visible through the cloth. She shivered and squirmed, pulling and twisting, but she didn't say the fatal word.

"I'm impressed," he told her. "Now I'm going to tell you a little story, see how it affects you. But first, I need to get a bit more comfortable."

He removed his pants, careful to leave Alice's panties in place. They barely contained his hard penis, and they were so transparent that he was certain Terri could see him clearly. He could see that she was fascinated by it. He left the t-shirt on, though it barely reached his waist, just covering his belly button. He knew his muscles looked good beneath it.

"I'll let you touch it if you're good."

"Yuck! No way!"

"We'll see if you don't beg for it."

He came closer, climbing onto the bed. He suspended himself above her, moving his crotch along her legs, barely touching them with his bulge. She tried to wriggle out of the way, but it only caused the contact to be greater. He moved higher, soon suspending himself just above her crotch.
All he had to do was drop his hips three inches, and the hard knob of his cock would be pressed against the contour of her dampening notch. He rutted in the air above her, noting that she was incapable of taking her eyes off his stiff joint. Then he climbed on his knees closer to her face. She began to thrash, moving her head from side to side, trying to avoid contact, but he didn't force anything, letting himself pause just inches above her mouth, straddling her chest with his knees.

"Wouldn't you love to taste it?" he asked.

"Please, don't make me. Please!"

"I won't," he said, and then, just under his breath, "At least, not yet."
He was sure she heard him, and he took it as a good sign that she made no comment. He pushed himself as close to her face as he could without touching her and held his place. She was perfectly still, looking but not looking, afraid to say anything lest she tempt him to force himself against her face. He pulled himself out of the thin material and stroked the length of his member for a moment.

"God you make me horny, Terri!"

He waved his penis just above her face, and she watched as if mesmerized by it, though she did everything possible to avoid contact. Little did she know that Joey had no intention of making contact.

"I better stop before I have an accident," he said, putting himself back into the panties and getting off the bed. He was pleased to see her eyes follow his crotch as he stepped back from her. He pulled the stool from the telescope closer to the bed, placed himself so that his cock was at exactly her eye level. It was so hard that its head extended above the elastic of the waist, nearly touching his t-shirt, pointing at his belly button.

"For someone who acts so disgusted by the male member, you can't seem to take your eyes off it," he started. He noted that she looked away for a moment as soon as he said that. "Of course, touching me with your gaze is an entirely different matter than touching me with your hand or your lips or or your tongue or your sex. To be honest, I'm not surprised by that. I'd always wondered how women could be coaxed into sex at all. I mean, the male form does not seem at all beautiful to me, and it's hard to imagine that any woman would find it so."

He looked her over again, feeling the blood pumping in his temples from his excitement. Something was especially moving about her crotch. He was tempted to pull the panties to the side so he could see her, but he knew it would be more effective after he'd finished his story.

"I was raised to believe that sex was something that almost didn't happen. I mean, I couldn't imagine my parents doing it, though I knew they had to have done since I'm here. Still, I was taught to be polite in everything, that it was rude and wrong to touch a woman," he bent forward and lightly palmed her breast for a moment, "or to look at her when she was 'indecent.'

"Which reminds me. You will enjoy this better if you aren't distracted by any thoughts." Joey went to the closet and retrieved his back pack.

"You dog!" Terri said, "How did that get in there?"

"I was a boy scout, so I believe in being prepared."

"But when?"

"Don't worry about it."

He pulled the blindfold from his pack.

"What are you going to do?"

"Isn't it obvious?" he answered as he climbed on the bed and straddled her shoulders with his knees. "Now be still or you might accidentally touch the thing you claim to be so afraid of." She remained still as he put the blindfold on her.

"This way, you'll be able to imagine what I'm describing more completely.
Now, where was I?"

"You were explaining what a prude you used to be."

"Right. Thanks. As a result of my 'prudish' upbringing, I was always careful when I went out with Jackie, making sure she didn't have to have any contact with my penis, even through our clothing. I was actually embarrassed when I had a boner, and I'd do anything I could to conceal it from her.

"Then something happened that changed my life, changed everything.

"To begin with, I have a great tree house. You can see where it is through your telescope, though you can't tell for certain it's there. I have it well enough camouflaged that you can't tell it's there from the next house over. And I know that's the case because of the lady that lives there. You should like this story, in fact.

"See, earlier this year, I saw her in her back yard for the first time. I didn't realize it then, but she's a tease. That is, she likes to exhibit herself to me, at least, and I suspect to others. She would come out to swim in her pool wearing a short suit that had no bottoms. You could only notice when she stretched or swam, but you can imagine how arousing it was. I know you get off on the fact that you have such a strong effect on men since you're as much a tease as she."

"No I'm --"

"-- You know you are. How can you even say you're not after the shows you've given me during the past couple of weeks?"

"Yeah, but that was in a controlled environment."

"Oh? So as long as you're in control, you're not teasing?"

"Well, sort of."

"How about now?" he asked, leaning forward and slipping his fingers under the waistband of her panties. She froze, saying nothing, so he slid his hands along the inseam of the left leg of her panties, pulling them away from her pussy. He suddenly pulled his hands back.

"Ooh, it's all wet," he said, noting with pleasure how she blushed to hear it. He reached down to adjust her panties, leaving much more exposed than before, though he couldn't see the lips of her sex. He licked his fingers.

"Very tasty. I love the smell of you. As far as I can tell, each woman has her own smell, and there's something about yours that makes my cock quiver." He pulled the panties down below his balls, leaving himself exposed and pointing straight up. He pulled the blindfold up to her forehead.

"See?" He stroked himself a couple of times.

"I could come so easily now," he said, "but that would make a mess, and I don't want to leave any stains on that beautiful dress."

"Oh no! Not on me!"

"So I'll take it off before I let anything happen. You can say 'uncle' if you've had enough."

She looked away in reply.

He started by climbing onto the bed and placing his legs on either side of her chest. His naked penis, tingling and hard, bounced above her. He reached down and began unbuttoning her dress.

"I'm glad you wore a dress that had buttons all the way down the center.
Was that planned?"

Her face reddened in reply.

"Just a lucky accident, maybe?"

He continued unbuttoning the dress until he reached the belt at the middle. He pulled on the knot, and pulled it apart. He then placed his knees below her crotch and leaned forward, kissing her on the forehead and letting his penis just graze against the wet spot on her panties. He licked her on the ear, causing her to shiver.

"Oh God, I can't stand it," she said, but he ignored her and bit her on the ear lobe. She began to quiver and moan. He kissed her throat, pulling the dress apart to do so but not exposing her breasts. He lightly bit her on the neck, causing her to squirm but not to pull away.

"Is this making you as hot as it's making me?" he asked, returning his attention to the smooth skin of her neck, the sensitive places on her ears. He kissed her eyes and bit her throat and pushed his tongue into her ear. Finally he pulled back and put a kiss right on her lips, testing her with his tongue. When he pushed against her lips, they opened, but he went no further, lifting his head, delighted when she lifted her head after him. He pushed the bulging head of his cock harder against the wet fabric of her panties, and he was thrilled to notice her returning the pressure.

"Don't worry. I won't fuck you until you beg me."

She pulled herself back immediately, as if just noticing that they'd been making such intimate contact.

He straightened up and ran his hands along the inside of her thighs. He then leaned forward to complete the disrobing. He finished unbuttoning the dress and then slowly pulled it apart, revealing first her neck, then her breasts. He paused a moment and leaned forward to kiss her, concentrating his initial attention on her neck, then on the swelling of her breasts, finally sucking first one, then the other of her nipples into his mouth. Her breathing was now racing and ragged. He put his ear to her chest and could feel the rapid rhythm of her heartbeat. He took her left nipple into his mouth and lightly bit it. She moaned, so he bit a bit harder.

"Oh God, that feels so good, I can't stand it. Joey, please, have mercy on me." He lifted his head.

"Is that 'uncle'?"

She did't answer, so he took the other nipple into his mouth and gave it the same treatment, first biting her, then soothing her by licking and sucking on the proud teat.

He again pushed himself up and finished parting the dress. He took in the sight, the beautiful Terri Claxton, bound to the bed, wearing only the disheveled dress, her tiny moist panties, white stockings, white socks and her "Sunday school shoes." Her small but perky breasts were framed by her bright white tan lines, a stark contrast to the olive brown of her stomach and neck and face. Similarly, her tiny panties were framed in white, making them look completely insubstantial. He drank in the sight with the thirst of a man from the desert, finally looking her in the eye. She was looking right back at him, the hint of a smile on her face. He kissed the wet spot on her panties, pushing his lips hard against her erect clit. She closed her eyes and moaned.

He got off the bed and unleashed her left hand, pulling the dress over it. She didn't struggle as he put her back into her bond. He climbed onto the bed and leaned over her, letting his naked prick nearly touch her face.

"You can lick me if you like."

"Joey!"

But she didn't struggle as he undid her right hand, finished removing the dress, and rebound her hand. He then replaced the blindfold.

"Lift your ass," he said, half requesting, half ordering. She did, allowing him to pull the dress away. He put it into the clothes hamper and returned to look at her. He could imagine nothing more lovely. She lay blindfolded, her arms spread, her breasts so pale and vulnerable he couldn't resist brushing the palms of his hands across them. How rubbery her brown nipples were! They must have been aching. He waist was slim, her belly-button a delicate pit in the flat plain of her stomach. The tiny triangle of fabric comprising her panties was utterly useless, revealing more than it hid. It didn't cover even half her bush, making her sex look more exposed than it could have looked completely naked. The wetness had grown to cover almost all of it now, and Joey was tempted to remove it. Instead, he bent forward and kissed her from her belly-button down to the thatch of black hair skirting the wet fabric. She shivered and laughed.

"You're tickling me."

"And you love it."

"Please, Joey, I thought you were going to tell me a story or something."

"You're right. For some reason, I'm easily distracted. Is it the sight of you? The smell? Is it the fact that I could have my way with you at any moment, and there's really nothing you could do about it? What do you think?"

"I can't think."

"You mean you won't think, you're afraid to. Fine. Then listen.

"I got into the habit of watching my neighbor, of learning when were the best times to catch her. I bought a pair of binoculars so I could see her closely, and soon I noticed that she would masturbate after taking her swim and oiling her body with lotion. I would watch and try to time my orgasm to match hers. I bet you've done the same."

She was silent.

"I take that for a yes. Anyway, I managed to get a job baby-sitting her child. Her name's Elizabeth, and she's as cute a little girl as you could imagine, nearly three years old. She's a handful for the first couple of hours, but by eight she's fast asleep. Alice -- the woman's name is Alice, by the way -- always has her bathed and fed by the time I get there, so it's not hard work.

"Anyway, one evening, I'm baby-sitting and trying not to fall asleep. I know I don't want to lose the job, but no matter what I do, I can't stay awake. Worse, I can't stop thinking about her, Alice, so I'm half dreaming, half remembering what I've seen of her, and it has me in a state of amazing arousal, much like now. Would you like to feel it?"

"Joey!"

"OK." He walked to the head of the bed and began releasing her left hand.

"What are you doing?"

"Tactile aids."

"Huh?" she asked. He now had her hand free, and she was struggling, resisting his attempts to make her touch anything. But she didn't say the fatal word, so he forced her closer and closer until finally he made her touch his penis. She jerked her hand away, but he grabbed her again and placed himself into her hand. She pulled away again.

"It won't bite you!" he said. "Or maybe you'd rather suck it?"

"Joey, please! Don't make me."

"You know you want me to do just that," he said, again low enough so that she could pretend she didn't hear it. When she said nothing, he put himself back into her hand. He forced her hand against him and let her go. Immediately she quit struggling. Her fingers curled around the shaft.

"It's so warm!" she said.

"Feels hot to me," Joey answered. It felt hotter to him as she began exploring, first running her fingers along its length, then reaching below to heft his balls, taking his scrotum into her palm and closing her hand upon it, tugging gently, and then circling her fingers around the shaft again. She pumped it a couple of times.

"Is this how you jack off?"

"No, I have to use my own hand."

"Joey! You know what I mean."

"It's a significant distinction, Terri. I'm sure you know that."

"Well?"

"If you want to see a demonstration of the difference, keep doing what you're doing."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm about to come."

Immediately she jerked her hand away.

"Take it again, Terri, and I'll tell you the rest of the story. You can hold it, can't you, without making me come?"

She took it again and gave it a couple of tugs. Joey's breath caught in his throat. She stopped and squeezed him.

"It's like holding the gear shift of a car," she noted.

"Good analogy. Just don't shift into high gear before you have enough momentum to sustain it."

She laughed.

"Continue please."

"Anyway, I'm lying there on her couch, asleep, and suddenly I realize someone's in the room. But I can't make myself wake up. And that's not all. She's got her hand on my leg, but I'm in a state of sleep where I just can't make myself open my eyes. Then she grabs my cock in her hand, though my shorts.

"I couldn't believe it. I thought no woman would ever do something like that. I woke up then, I can tell you,and there she is, more beautiful than ever."

"Describe her!"

So he did, describing also as he did so the way she took him from his shorts and danced for him, the way she knelt in front of him and took his penis into his mouth. When he said that he suddenly pulled away from Terri, grabbed her hand and tied it back.

"Joey! What are you doing?"

In answer, he crawled up on the bed and straddled her shoulders, letting his balls brush against her chin. She tried to move away. He ignored that and moved to her right, pushing his penis down and brushing it against her mouth.

"You may lick it if you wish."

"No!"

"Open wide, Terri. You know you're going to like it."

"No!"

But he continued, moistening her lips with the pre-come at the tip of his penis. At first she jerked her head back and forth, but before long she let him brush the head against her lips. He removed her blindfold again.

"Maybe it would help if you could see it."

She looked up into his eyes, and he smiled down at her, keeping his eyes on hers. He then continued his story, concentrating on the way he felt when Alice was looking up into his eyes as she was sucking him off for the first time. He explained how important the concept of rudeness seemed to be to Alice, how rudely she'd sucked him, how she'd even asked him to fuck her mouth. All the while, he rubbed the supple spike all over Terri's face and neck, always returning to her lips and attempting to enter. She let him put himself all over her. He explained how it had felt to melt into the mouth of the beautiful Alice, the look of satisfaction and power he'd seen on her face. As he described this, he pushed the purple hood of his tingling cock against her lips, forcing them open and jamming himself against her teeth.

"I don't know why you're struggling," he obeserved. "You know you want to suck it." She said nothing, just looking him in the eye as he brushed himself from side to side against her teeth. He could have died a happy man then, he thought, as he surveyed the scene, the lovely Terri Claxton spread eagle below him, vulnerable to his every touch, her legs spread, her pussy so wet the tiny panties could no longer hold it all, her tan marks making her look even more naked, her breasts his helpless toys. He noted that he finally began to be rude with Jackie, that doing so seemed to have awakened in her desires he couldn't have imagined she'd have. He explained the slow process by which he'd convinced her to let him remove her bra, to touch her quim. As he did, he reached down and took her right nipple into his fingers. First he pulled lightly on it. Then he began to squeeze, noticing that it -- or his story, or both -- made her hips move. He thrust against her mouth again and squeezed until finally she opened her mouth and let the head of his slippery prick slide right in. He moaned.

"God, Terri, that feels so good." He then slipped it further into her mouth, noting that she'd closed her eyes, happily aware that her expression was one of delight, not disgust. He began moving himself in and out, actually teasing her by pulling it away and noticing that she wanted it back. He brushed his hand across her breasts, pausing to pinch her nipples every so often. He slipped his prick in and out again and could feel her tongue exploring him. He let her lick him, pulled away so she could lick the underside, put it back in. He finally began fucking her mouth, slowly, gently, reaching down to squeeze her nipples hard and then harder and then as hard as he could, noticing that she was growing more excited as he did so. Now he could fuck her mouth, literally rut against her. He pulled out and bent down and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and then biting it lightly. She moaned and opened her mouth wider.

"Joey, please!"

"Yes?"

"You know."

"I know? I know what? Say it."

"Don't make me. Just let me . . . "

"Say it."

"Let me have it! Let me suck it."

"Suck what?"

"Joey, please stick your cock back into my mouth. Let me suck it!"

He raised up and stuck his cock back into the moist warmth of her mouth, letting him jam himself against the back of her throat. He was about to come, so he pulled himself back. As he pulled away, her head came up, as if she were a baby losing her bottle. He put it back in, toyed with her, took it out.

"Oh, you like that, do you?" he asked. She nodded. He straddled her body and kissed her. She greeted him with an open mouth. It was hot and wet from his penis, feeling almost softened from having been fucked by the fleshy rod. They kissed madly now, sucking on one another's tongues, biting their lips lightly, kissing and moaning, pausing to kiss their faces. All the while, Joey was squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples. He put his prick straight onto her pussy, restrained from entry only by the sodden material of her panties. It held, but barely.

"Oh, God, Joey, I've never felt like this before, God damn, I need you, please, Joey, fuck me!"

Joey paused for a second and began to undo her leg so he could remove her panties.

"No, Joey, just rip them off, please, fuck me now, let me feel you inside of me."

He ripped the panties apart and paused to look at her. Her pussy was the wettest he'd ever seen, its lips spread. He clit was very swollen, a deep red knob standing proud above her wet pussy lips. The black hairs of her bush glistened, totally saturated with her horny juices. She couldn't stop the undulations of her hips, and she was begging to be fucked.

"Please, Joey, do it now while I feel like this."

Instead he bent down and looked at her closely.

"Don't you want me to tongue your slit? I've heard it has a delightful effect," he teased, quoting her.

"Please, stick it in. I want to feel it now, while I'm aching, tingling, melting for it."

But Joey ignored her, licking her instead, letting the flat of his tongue trace the path from her ass to her clit. He then sucked her clit into his mouth and began swirling his tongue around it. Her hips began to buck, so he took her ass into his hands to hold her and squeeze her and feel the perfect flesh with his eager hands. He let his finger slip along the deep fleshy crack. She was soaking wet, so much so that when his finger chanced upon the rossette of her ass, it slid right in. Her body stiffened, she pushed himself against his face, and she screamed, her scream announced her orgasm.

"Oh, God, yes Joey, yes, yes, yesss!" He held her and continued licking her and fucking her ass with his finger as she came and came and came, and when she began to calm, he quit moving but kept her clit in his mouth. She tried to move away from him during that period of heightened sensitivity following a woman's orgasm, but he wouldn't let her get away.
When he sensed the time was right, he began sucking her again, very lightly touching her clit with his tongue. It didn't take long before the muscles of her stomach and thighs were jerking again with her building climax. When she was on the very verge of another orgasm, he stopped and pulled away.

"No! Don't stop!"

He released her left hand (she was left-handed) and told her to masturbate.

"Joey! I couldn't do that!"

"You'd better. You said you wanted to see it shoot. Well, I'm going to come all over you."

He began stroking himself.

"But aren't you going to fuck me?"

"Not while you're tied up."

"But I'm begging you! Please, Joey, fuck me!"

He released her right leg, then began untying her left.

"Why are you doing this? Don't you want to fuck me?"

"I want nothing more in this whole world, but I don't want you to be tied up the first time we do it. I want to know you're doing it because you want to. Besides, I don't have any protection."

"What do you mean? I'm on the pill!"

"What's this 'pill'? Your mother told me she'd got you on it. What is that supposed to mean?"

"Birth control pill, silly. Don't you keep up with current events? Now fuck me! Now!"

He finished releasing her, and they fell together, her arms encircling him. She was excited, stimulated beyond measure, feeling so close to him and horny and hungry for him. She couldn't believe how she felt, how fine it felt to be freed at last to hold him, to touch him, to kiss him.
She felt his penis, the shaft of it finding her notch as he rubbed its stem against the groove of her cunt lips. He moved it through the wet slit, rubbing the shaft against her lips and finally pulling back. She could feel the head of it finding her hole, and it felt good.

"Oh, yes, Joey, fuck me. Do it now."

He held himself up on his hands and looked down at her. A more beautiful sight he'd never seen, her mouth open, her eyes closed, her nipples hard, her hands reaching for him. He pushed himself against her, felt the head entering.

"God, Joey, that feels good."

"It might hurt. I've never done this with a virgin before."

"I don't care. Just fuck me, please let me feel you inside me all the way."

He pushed himself another inch in, feeling the tight resistence of her hymen, feeling her hips jerking against him, her hands pulling against the small of his back. He pushed hard against her, unable to break through, rutting in the limited space available. Then he rammed himself in, a muscular, rude thrust. The thin membrane finally gave in, and he broke through, burying his horny shaft in her warm wetness, oblivious to the breaking of the skin as he felt the tight grip of her cunt.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

She answered by moving herself against him.

"The pain is exquisite! Just fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, Joey."

They began fucking, violently, passionately fucking, rolling over with one another, kissing and squeezing and fucking, she scratching his back and nipping his neck with her teeth, he pinching her nipples and squeezing her ass and biting her ear lobe, until he could feel her gathering climax again, before which he could hold back no more. He began spurting as she began screaming. They came so long it seemed the earth stood still, seemed the only light in the world came from the sparks exploding behind their tightly clenched eyes. They fought through the wrenching climax and then lay in one another's arms as their breathing slowly returned to normal. Joey kissed her lightly, delighted that she kissed him back.

"I love you, Terri," he heard himself say, not even realizing what he was going to say until he heard himself say it.

"I love you, Joey," she answered. "I love you so much."

They kissed for a while longer, and soon she could feel him growing inside her again. She pushed him over and straddled him, luxuriating in the feel of her clit against the hard bone of his pelvis. He stockings were a mess, pushed down past her knees, probably ruined, but she couldn't have cared. She was discovering her power, not only over his body, but over hers. It was a rude awakening, sudden, delicious, unexpected. She began moving slowly on him, experimenting, finding the sweet spot of his pelvic bone against her swollen clit, feeling her way to another orgasm. He stopped her by grabbing her arms.

"One thing I have to know," he said.

"Anything."

"Will you go to the prom with me?"

"I thought you'd never ask," she answered as she began moving again.

They fucked and cuddled and talked and fucked again all night long.

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A Rude Awakening

Chapter Ten

Joey limped home in the deep darkness of the last moments before the dawn broke over the dusty eastern hills of his home valley. He managed to get to his tree house and into his sleeping bag without arousing the suspicions of his family. His father had always been an early riser, something he'd learned at Paris Island, and Joey knew he'd be up by the time the sun began to brighten the black sky.

Though he was so tired that he could barely walk, once he lay down to sleep, he found himself wide awake. A huge smile wouldn't leave his face, and he felt intoxicated, woozy with a single thought, love. He was in love, passionately in love with the most beautiful woman he'd ever met, a woman with an exquisite mind, a challenging personality, and such a sexy attitude. The television of his mind was filled with images of Terri Michelle Claxton, Class Valedictorian, of her proud walk, of her intellectual glasses, of her old-fashioned garb. He watched replays of the way she raised her hand to answer a question in class, of the confident manner she delivered a decisive remark in class discussion, of the way she had looked up at him when he'd removed her glasses, soft and vulnerable, of the way she teased, of her skirt in the light of the TV, of the hungry look on her face when he pulled his penis out of her mouth and left her craning to suckle it again. His fingers were covered with the smell of her, and it gave him a start: he must take a shower before his parents got a chance to smell him. He could have kicked himself for leaving Terri's without thinking of that detail.

And then, without realizing he'd even fallen asleep, he was roused from a heavy slumber by that all-too familiar sound: the scraping of the pool broom against the side of Alice's swimming pool. He tried to turn over, to dive back into the safe warmth of sleep, but the sound grated and intruded and refused to give him peace. He had to know.

He retrieved his binoculars before he even went to the window. At first he could see nothing, having trouble locating the source of the sound with the binoculars, but then he found him, old flat top, cleaning up slowly, while Alice did her stretching exercises. She was dressed in a pale blue T-shirt, blue socks and tennis shoes -- and nothing else, clearly revealing the delicate curves of her ass, the nest between her legs. The sight hit him in the stomach with a wave of nostalgia and aching pain.

He was reminded of this very same sight, this very same moment, happening earlier that spring, and it seemed a life time away. He'd been so innocent, so child like, so . . . He didn't know what to call it, but it suddenly seemed to him that he'd lost something utterly precious whose worth he hadn't even noticed until that very moment, when he saw Alice stretching for the sky, lifting the loose end of her T-shirt, revealing her slick thighs, her hairy sex, her firm ass to him. How innocently aroused he'd been the first time he'd seen this. Now he felt sad, aroused, but sad. Is this man's fate? He couldn't stand it. He was in love, wasn't he? Yes, he knew he was in love, ecstatic with love, crazy with love for a woman whose unique precious soul he'd penetrated, a woman just as precious to him his very life. Yet his penis was thick with blood, hanging hard to the left in his shorts. He knew he would have no trouble walking over to Alice's to tell her that he'd finally "made it with someone his age." And he could have played it right, maybe, and probably fucked her right in front of her poor flat-topped victim. Even the thought, flashing through his mind, hit him in the crotch, helping him grow fully hard. What good was love then?

The first time he'd seen Alice stretch in just this manner, he'd been moved so deeply that he was sure he was in love. He'd had lustful thoughts, but he'd sanitized them by imagining he was in love with Alice.
He'd thought it was real love. And when she seduced him, when he saw her looking up at him for the first time while licking the length of his tingling penis, he thought he was in love. But now he knew that wasn't it, that she'd been right all along to make sure he'd "made it with someone his own age." In doing that, he'd discovered love, real love (or so Joey believed, anyway). Could it be he was in love with two women? No, he wanted only Terri. But he was still moved by Alice.

He looked away suddenly, his face burning. Was he only an animal, was he only being moved by the blind forces of nature? Biology, he thought. It's like watching birds mate or something. You can't look away. And he couldn't. He found her in his binoculars again and watched her stretch for a moment. Her beauty grabbed him in his stomach, and he ached to have her. Biology.

He was so moved that for several moments he just stared at Alice, forgetting all about the flat topped man, but eventually it penetrated again, and Joey turned his attention to the near side of the pool. He was dressed in a green plaid skirt (a kilt?) with a sash of some kind draped across one shoulder and tucked in at the waist. Joey was sure the man was naked underneath it, aching with arousal at the teasing he was getting. But he didn't seem to mind as he attended to the chores, his eyes only leaving Alice long enough to orient himself.

Joey watched as the man finished cleaning the pool and began trimming the grass at the edge of the patio with a pair of hand shears. The man walked about on his hands and legs doing this, and Alice took advantage of his position to pull up his skirt and take hold of his penis. She bent forward as she did this, pointing her wet fur and shiny cheeks in Joey's direction, and took the man by the balls from behind. The man nearly collapsed with obvious pleasure. Joey watched until Alice pulled off her shoes and socks and jumped into the pool. The man resumed his work, his bright white haunches left exposed and shining in the midday sun.

Joey put the binoculars away and went in, sneaking past his mother to the bathroom, where he shaved and bathed, washing himself thoroughly, half aroused, a silly smile on his face, standing under the warm spray thinking about Terri, feeling clean and joyful. He stood so long that his mother knocked on the door and asked if something were wrong.

He turned the water off and pulled the drapes aside, calling, "No, Mom, nothing. By the way, I'm taking Terri Claxton to the prom."

"That's nice," she answered, and he wanted to laugh. Did she have no idea of the gravity of his announcement? He wanted to tell her again, but he held it. His was not a family given to sharing emotions.

He spent the early afternoon working on the car, cleaning it far more thoroughly than his father had ever required. He wanted it to be perfect. He even waxed it twice. Later he took a long hike in the hills above the housing tract. He thought all of the scary thoughts young men think when it's time to leave home. He thought of working and school and uncertainty and love and marriage and his parents and himself even, just Joey. He even thought about whether he should start making people call him Joe instead of Joey. And in all these thoughts he had but one thought: Terri Michelle Claxton. It was torture. Finally the afternoon ended, and he showered, donned his tux, and bid his parents good evening.

Terri greeted him at the door, all in black: high collared, full length, black lace and velvet, lace on the top, velvet below. She also wore black lace gloves that ran from her elbows to her hands, leaving her fingers exposed, slender and brown with red nails. They seemed wickedly naked to Joey. She wore heels, he noticed, though he couldn't see them.
They made her seem she was only three inches shorter than he. He kissed her forehead and offered her a corsage of orchids. They began teasing one another as he helped pin it on her. She wore no bra, and the lacy material clung to her shape. He put the corsage down on the end table and surveyed the sight. Rather than pull the material away from her breast, he allowed his hands to roam about them, as if studying the terrain. She laughed.

"Are we going? Or should we just stay here?"

"We're going!" he said, and with that he quickly pinned the flowers above her heart.

They had a first rate meal at Beefeaters and then drove to the school to attend the prom. The gym had been remade, the ceiling covered in old parachutes, the walls covered with paper covered with a mural suggesting a castle, complete with dungeon. Camelot was the theme. That meant that the band, which specialized in covers of The Rolling Stones, The Dave Clark Five, Gerry and the Pacemakers, Peter and the Hermits, the whole Mersey Beat thing with an occasional dance hit thrown in, this band of seventeen year-old wizards would play "The Impossible Dream" when the queen of the prom was crowned and about six more times after that.

Joey thought the theme especially appropriate for him. He was very proud, amazed in fact, to be with Terri Claxton. She was an impossible dream, his impossible dream in so many ways. He would never have imagined it happening just two months before.

Upon arriving, they wandered around, looking at all the kids but at no one in particular. They had no idea what a spectacle they made. Each was considered a brain, and their being together was a shock. Everybody had thought Joey was going to come with that cheerleader, Jackie Rhodes.
That led to speculation regarding Jackie's leaving town and what possible role the current pairing could have in that. (Imagine what stories you could write using the imagination of uninformed peers!)

Once the dance began, they danced every dance, teasing one another.

"I see you wore no underwear, Joey," she whispered into his ear as she pushed her thigh against his crotch. He could feel himself trapped in the left leg of his pants. It was almost painful but it turned him on and seemed wickedly rude. He pulled her closer.

"Well neither did I," she said. He could feel her stockings as they brushed across his thighs, across the sensitive trapped cockhead. He put his hand into his pocket and righted himself and then put his arms back around her at the small of her back, pulling her into him, slipping his length against the groove of her sex, with all discretion so it seemed they were only dancing close. In the dark, he let his hands slide lower and take the firm flesh of her rear, squeezing quickly and pulling himself against her. The friction had them both very hot.

But Joey was in for yet other rude awakenings. They had danced and kissed and teased one another for the first hour. Then everyone paused for the crowning of the queen of the prom. Joey couldn't help but think of Jackie as he watched Amy Rand being crowned with Helena Mendez, Janice Stiles and Vicki Popper, her court, standing nearby. Jackie had always loved this kind of thing, loved competing in it. As he thought that, he pulled Terri closer, letting his hand lie in the neutral area of her stomach as he held her from behind. He felt again how lucky he was to have "awakened" before he'd married Jackie. How Terri excited him! She kept contact, light but never still, between her right hip and his hard burden.

Everyone clapped as the honors were bestowed, and then Joey saw something that made him blush and feel suddenly very guilty: Tim Gulliver and Sonya Beal were heading straight for them.

Tim was more handsome than ever, and it was easy to see why he was universally regarded as the best prize on campus. He was a six four, two thirty, very-fast-four-forty football player, a great running back and voted most likely to succeed by his class. Not that he would succeed in the class room itself, but everyone agreed that in his case that made no difference. His athlete's body did wonders for his pale blue tux with black trim. He looked to Joey like a powerful cat of some kind, huge and graceful, and he moved well in the suit, which fit him perfectly.

Sonya, on the other hand, looked as if she would burst from hers if she were to take a deep breath. She wore a pale blue peasant's blouse with deep cut neckline and slightly opaque material cradling her breasts and showing every subtlety of their curves and proud nipples. Below, she wore supple blue leather britches and black leather boots with four inch heels. The ensemble looked sort of like a period piece for Camelot, so the principal let her wear it, but Joey figured it had to have been purchased down on Sunset Boulevard. Sonya had a pigeon-toed walk that needed no help in being sexy. She also had a figure the like of which had to inspire that song, "So Round, So Firm, So Fully Packed." She had a large mouth with thick lazy lips and very blue eyes, and to top it off, she wore her hair in ringlets held back by pale blue ribbons. Her make up was perfect, her lips red, her eyes blue.

Joey couldn't help but think of what he'd seen through the telescope. For some reason, it really turned him on to be so close to Sonya. Everything about her was sexy. Joey's throat grew tight, and he knew he couldn't possibly say anything.

"Well, if it ain't a couple of real virgins," Tim said, offering Joey his hand. Joey shook, but still couldn't say anything. Terri had no trouble with speech, however.

"Nice to see you again, Tim," she said as she shook his hand. "You look lovely tonight, Sonya." She took Sonya by the elbows and leaned forward, kissing her first on one ear and then the other. As she neared the second ear, she whispered, "Just say 'sluts'." She then leaned back and said, "If we're virgins, what are you two?"

"Sluts!" Sonya said so simply that everyone laughed, Sonya most of all, who laughed and laughed and even slapped Terri's hand.

"That's impressive, Sonya," Terri said, "isn't it, Joey?"

"Know thyself," he heard himself say. And Sonya erupted in laughter again, causing the others to laugh as well. Then the music started, "Ferry 'Cross the Mersey," and they all had to dance.

As Joey and Terri danced, she gave him no mercy, practically dry humping him on the floor. He did his best to keep up, letting his hands roam in the dark of the dance floor. Often they kissed, and once, when they broke apart, Terri leaned forward to whisper into his ear, "I want you to seduce Sonya Beal." She had poised herself so that she could feel his penis twitch as the sense of what she'd said sank home.

"What?" he said, attempting to pull back.

"I know you want to," she said, "I am monitoring the peter meter, after all," she noted, taking him in her hand for a minute with a bold sudden move. "And I love you, Joey. I want you to. And I want to watch. In the same room. And I know you're hard for her, that you want to do it."

He didn't know what to say. He wanted almost to laugh. It seemed like a trap. If he said yes, then she could accuse him of not really loving her. If he said no, he would miss out on a sexual experience few people get to have and risk getting her mad at him to boot. It was crazy. But he didn't want to share her in anyway.

"No, Terri. I'm not doing that."

"Joey, please." He walked away. "Don't be so upset. I still love you.
I just like to watch." She took him in her arms, pulling him close. "I'm different, Joey. I'm a child of a new age. Can't you see that? You know, it's almost the age of aquarius," she said, eliciting a laugh.
"Besides, she's on the pill. You knew that, didn't you?"

"Figures," he said, still unsure. Finally, he decided to get more information. "How am I supposed to bring this about?"

"Easy. You dance with her. And be rude. As Alice taught you. She can't resist. She's wet for you already. Can't you see that?"

"No! Besides, what about Tim?"

"Two things about Tim. First, he joined the army on Thursday. Didn't he tell you?"

"What? Really?"

"He's all gung-ho about it."

"Yeah, but he's an athlete."

"He's had enough of that. He says he wants to see what life is all about. He believes in this country, period. He thinks we have to draw the line on Communism before it gets to Australia. He's a serious guy. You don' t really know him."

"But he could go to college on a football scholarship, Terri. Play for anybody."

"He doesn't want to go to college. Besides, it's not as easy as you think to get 1-A. He's checked."

"You seem to know a lot about him."

"We're friends, silly."

"Really? How could that --"

"-- He's in writing lab. I met him there, helping him pass English. He's a lot smarter than people think. He just never learned how to express it."

"What's the second thing? Don't tell me you want to do him while I'm doing Sonya."

"No, silly. You're the only man for me. I want. . . uh, I don't know what I want exactly. But I want to be watch while you fuck her."

"When? How?"

"Then you'll do it?"

"No. What's the second thing?"

"I'll let him tell you. Now work your magic on Sonya."

"No. Are you serious?"

"Dead serious," she said, kissing him and walking off to dance with Tim.
Sonya suddenly appeared at his elbow.

"Joey?"

He offered her the traditional dancing position, but she swatted his hand away, put her arms around his neck, and leaned against him.

"Aren't you going to hold me?" she asked. Joey resisted for a moment, then put his arms around her, keeping himself at a chaste distance. She was several inches shorter than Terri, and he had to lean forward.

"C'mon, Joe," she whispered. "Hold me!"

So he did, felt her full round softness mold itself against him. He was lost the instant she started, first lightly kissing his fingers, then letting her hands roam all over his pants, under his tux. God it made him hot, made him feel trapped and exposed. He suddenly realized his hands had wandered to the nether regions of the soft leather pants. It felt almost like her skin must feel, Joey thought. She dared several times to pull her hand up between them, letting her fingers traverse length of his arousal through the thin material, palming him and rubbing and pausing to squeeze the rod and force sudden gasps from him. He tried to push her away, but she was persistent. The band rolled together several slow songs while they danced. By the time they'd finished, she had kissed his neck and his ears and his cheek and his nose and his lips.
He'd always thought her lips looked liked Mick Jagger's, but he'd never imagined how sexy they could be. She kissed his lips, pressing her tongue into his mouth. When the song ended, they were kissing deeply, and Joey was trying to stop. He was flushed with a feeling of guilt. Sonya recovered, though, and led him over to Tim and Terri. Immediately Terri slipped her arm back into Joey's and Sonya drifted towards Tim.

"I'm ready to relocate," Terri said. "How about you, Joey?"

"What did you have in mind?"

"I have some finger foods at home, ready just in case," she answered. "You guys want to come over?"

Sonya was enthusiastic, Tim reluctant.

"Give us a moment to talk about it," Tim said.

They walked away to talk in privacy for a moment, giving Joey and Terri and chance to do the same.

"You really are serious about this, aren't you?" Joey asked.

"Totally. Aren't you glad? Isn't this what every man really wants?"

He knew it probably was what every man wanted, what he himself would probably want, eventually; hadn't that been what worried him so much that morning when he saw Alice? And part of him wanted Sonya even then. He was aching from his balls to his brain through his heart for her. But his heart ached most of all because he had always believed that once he was in love, he would lose all desire for other women. Now that he actually was in love, he found it all very different -- or rather, all very much the same. He was just as attracted as ever. Sure he wanted Sonya, but something made him feel uneasy.

"I don't know. I only want you, Terri."

"You have me, and you know you'll tire of that before you'd admit it. I love you, you and only you. That's all you ever need to know. You know I'm doing this for you -- and for me -- for us."

"Where do you get all these ideas?"

"Maybe I think too much. Maybe I read too much. I don't know, but I'm alive, Joey, I'm young and alive, and I don't want to miss a minute of it."

He laughed, hugging her close for an instant.

"Oh, Baby. I love you," he said, which she took as his agreement.

"Good. Let's go!"

They did, arriving last at Terri's, finding Tim and Sonya leaning on Tim's car underneath the street lamp. Joey was surprised to see that they weren't kissing. He didn't get it. Tim was the lustiest guy he knew, the only guy he knew for sure was even having sex, besides himself, that is, and his having it was just a fluke anyway. But here was Tim with the sexiest girl Joey had ever seen, and he didn't even have his arm around her. If it had been Joey there, Sonya would have been kissed and cuddled and touched. Or so he thought as he got out of the car.

"What took ya?" Tim asked when they got out, offering Joey another hearty handshake.

"Nothing. I just probably drive slower than you."

"Like the speed limit, you mean?"

"Like that," Joey said. "Shall we go in?

Tim and Sonya looked long at one another.

"Nah, I better go. I go to AFEES for my physical tomorrow, and I want to be rested up."

"You what?"

"AFEES. Armed Forces Entrance Exam. Didn't Terri tell you about it?"

"Just tonight. You sure?"

"Yeah. I can't be around this kind of stuff," he said, indicating with a broad wave of his arm the girls , who were wandering up the walk toward the front door, the car, she sky, even Joey. "Know what I mean?"

"Sure, I guess."

They stood silent a moment, so Joey spoke.

"Good luck in the war, man."

"Hey, man, stay out of it if you can. You got brains, man. You got a chance."

Joey didn't know what to say, so he accepted yet another hearty handshake that turned into a surprisingly strong hug. When Joey finally managed to pull away from Tim, he could see tears in his eyes.

"You all right?"

"Just a sentimental fool is all," Tim said. "Take care, man."

He jumped into his car and then spun around, burning rubber in a huge black circle and skidding to a halt in front of Joey. He slowly rolled down the window to speak one last thing.

"Hey, Joey, I uh . . . I always admired you, man. I just want you to know that. You'll never know how much."

"Thanks."

It seemed Tim wanted to say something else, but he suddenly jammed on the gas and peeled off, tires screaming right through the stop sign.

He found Terri and Sonya in the den. They were whispering something, and they stopped as soon as Joey entered.

"I don't think you need to worry about it, Sonya."

"He's just so . . . straight."

"What's going on," Joey asked, hurt to hear himself called "so . . . straight," though he could think of nothing in particular wrong with it.

"I asked Sonya if she wanted a drink."

"Yeah."

"And she said . . . That is . . . She said she --"

"I'd just rather burn this reefer is all," Sonya interjected, holding up a fat homemade looking cigarette.

"Reefer?" Joey asked.

"Yeah, marijuana."

"But that's illegal! You could get arrested!"

"This guy's precious, Terri."

"Terri! Have you, I mean, do you, that is, it's none of my business, but --"

"It's no big deal, Joey."

"But it's illegal!"

"So is everything."

"Besides, there's nothing wrong with it," Sonya said, a jaded smirk on her face. She turned to Terri. "I told you he was too straight."

"No he's not."

"Joe, Joe," Sonya said, as if lecturing a small child, "it's really not as dangerous as alcohol. It's only illegal so they can sell alcohol. If people could get this, they wouldn't want to drink."

Terri came over to him, slipping her arm around his waist.

"What do you think, Joey? You won't get addicted. It'd be something different."

"Different? Oh, Terri, I don't know."

"I thought you were willing to take chances, Joey. To do something dangerous."

Who knows what motivates a man at such a moment? Joey could not have said. But whatever, he decided he had to stay, had to see what was going to happen. He would not be called a coward.

"Why not?" he asked. "You only live once."

"Great. Let's go out in the backyard. I don't want the smell lingering around the house. And we better get out of these clothes. You don't want your tux to smell like pot, do you Joey?.

"Yeah, let's get comfortable. These leather pants are burning me up."

"Why don't you come up, and I'll let you wear something of mine."

"I'm not as tall as you, Terri. And I'm stacked, remember?"

Terri laughed.

"I like a challenge. I have your shorts from the other night, Joey. You can wear them and one of my T-shirts if you don't mind."

"The other night?" Sonya asked. "I thought you guys were virgins."

"Close enough."

Joey flushed with embarrassment, and he couldn't figure out why. Still, he followed the girls up the stairs only to be turned away at the door. Terri threw his shorts and one of her extra large T-shirts into his face and told him to meet them downstairs. He wondered if they were planning on swimming. It was a bit cool for shorts, but he certainly didn't want to damage the tux in anyway, and if it smelled like marijuana he was dead!

The shorts were baggies with wide legs, and he wore no underwear, which meant that he would be showing himself if he were not careful. But he planned to be careful. He hoped Sonya would leave before anything happened. Then he could speak to Terri alone. That's what he planned. In fact, however, the image of Sonya's hips, the thought of letting her see him, of how easy everything could happen, that thought wouldn't leave him and it turned him on.

The thought of smoking pot, on the other hand, scared him to death. He imagined the cops coming to investigate the smell, the headlines that would appear in the Valley Examiner, what his father would say. He could see no way out of the predicament, so he decided he'd participate but not actually inhale. He hoped he'd be able to avoid addiction that way.

He went out to the pool, happy for the unusual cloud cover that kept the night from being very cold. It was also darker. He took a chaise lounge and set it in the middle of the other two so that he'd be facing both of them. It was dark, so he didn't know what he'd be able to see, but he always believed in being prepared, just in case.

Just when he'd begun to wonder if he should go investigate to see what was taking the girls so long, the pool and night lights came on, and the girls emerged from the sliding glass door. Terri was first, wearing a clingy pink halter top that barely covered the bottoms of her breasts, a very short pink skirt, and a pair of sandals. Sonya followed, wearing a light orange sun dress that reached her knees and a pair of ballerina. As she passed in front of the low lights around the pool, he could see right through the dress, could see just how tiny her waist was, how broad and round her hips, how perfect her legs.

"Sorry about these slippers, Joe. I know they ain't the sexiest, but those boots were killing me, and my feet need a rest."

Joey had no complaint, quickly adjusting himself and standing to greet the two beauties.

"I see the peter meter's kicked in," Terri said. Joey shushed her, but it didn't matter.

"Here's the only joint I want to suck on,anyway," Sonya said, holding up the marijuana cigarette and taking her seat. As she did, Joey could see her body to the waist as the light fabric of the dress caught like a parachute when she dropped into her seat. Terri sat on the other side, with Sonya to her left, lifting her left leg so that he could see what Sonya couldn't, that Terri wore no panties.

Joey looked away, but now Sonya had her knees drawn up and together, exposing the undersides of her legs right to the secret place between them. Joey could see the red nest as she leaned to her left, concentrating on lighting the joint. As she did, she explained to her hosts how to smoke "the devil's weed," the importance of getting lots of air with it, "That makes you get off better," the importance of holding it as long as possible.

"It costs $10 an ounce," she noted, "so you can't afford to waste it."

Joey wondered how many cigarettes could be made from an ounce, but he kept the question to himself. He also wondered if she had enough of them for all three of them. But Sonya went on to explain that joints were meant to be shared, that one took a hit and then passed it to the next person.

With that she lit it and took a deep draught, passing it immediately to Joey. He put it to his lips and sucked on it, pulling it straight and deep into his lungs (having already forgotten about not inhaling). Boom!
He coughed so hard he almost dropped the joint.

"Don't be a such a dork, man!" Sonya said. "You're letting it go out! I told you to make sure you got lots of air with it. I got plenty of reefer, so if this one don't get you high, I got more. No need to be greedy." She relit the joint and passed it to Terri, who carefully made certain to get a bit of smoke and a lot of air. She then held her breath and passed the burning number to Joey. This time he did it right, halting before he'd filled his lungs and then filling them with air.

They continued the drill until the joint had been exhausted. Sonya offered the butt -- she called it a roach -- to Joey, but he didn't take it, not knowing what to do with it.

"You eat it, man," Sonya said, popping it into her mouth and swallowing.
"It makes you get higher."

Joey wondered about the obsession with "getting higher." In fact, the main surprise for him was that he couldn't tell that anything had happened at all.

"You guys get off?" Sonya asked.

"I don't know. How can you tell?" Joey asked.

"Well, it helps to have music. Usually you notice that first. You hear things you never noticed. It improves the senses, see?"

"Enhances the senses, Sonya," Terri corrected. "But does it enhance all of the senses?" she asked, parting her legs slightly and drawing Joey's eyes to her crotch.

"It also does great things for sex. Makes a man last longer," Sonya said, taking her breasts into her hands and looking straight at Joey. "Makes your orgasm stronger. Makes my nipples tingle just to think about it."

"I don't feel a thing," Joey said, absent-mindedly adjusting himself in his shorts.

"Looks to me like you're rolling a joint of your own," Sonya said.

Terri laughed.

"It's not the marijuana, Sonya. He's always hot."

"So you're not high, guys? OK, let's do another one." With that, Sonya pulled out a joint from her purse and lit it. About half way through it, Joey suddenly knew something was wrong. Or right. Or at least, very different.

"Wow!" he noted.

"Whew!" Terri offered.

"You guys got off, huh? This is some decent Mexican, huh?"

For a long while they sat doing nothing. Sonya let her dress ride up until Joey could see in the dim patio lights that the lips of her pussy were already glistening. Terri had opened her legs completely, and he could see the familiar black tresses covering her cunt lips. He looked from one to the other, feeling himself grow so hard he thought he would explode in his pants. All three looked at one another, getting hornier and hornier.

They sat in the darkened silence for what seemed to Joey to be an hour, though it might have been ten minutes. He had to admit that the effect of the drug was not unpleasant. He couldn't believe how turned on he felt. The whole idea of sex was new to him, and for some reason, the pot made it seem as if it were all brand new again. He couldn't help following Sonya's plump brown legs up to her thighs. Sonya seemed warm, and she kept lifting her skirt to fan herself. That drew Joey's eyes to the fluttering skirt of her dress, especially when it flipped above her waist, showing him the dark spot between her legs. She would lift it and fan herself and drop it.

If he turned his head, he got no relief. Terri was watching him carefully, keeping her legs spread, keeping herself visible to him. Now she was surreptitiously stroking herself with her right hand, keeping it hidden from Sonya's view with her left leg. Joey could smell her wetness, and it made him wish they were alone.

He leaned back and stared up at the clouds. They were moving, and occasionally he saw a break, letting the backdrop of bright stars shine through. As he watched, he suddenly felt the strangeness of the situation hit him, that he, Joey Adler, was there in a back yard, high on pot, sitting with the two most beautiful girls at his school. It hit him hard, and he felt truly wonderful.

"Beautiful," he said, which for some reason sent the girls into peals of laughter. He caught the bug and began laughing himself. Each time they nearly regained their composure, Sonya would repeat the word, mimicking him exactly, "Beautiful," and start them all laughing again.

"I guess you guys got high," she said once they finally finished laughing. That started them again, and it took Terri's repetition of the line, "I guess we are," about six times before they caught their breath again. By then they were feeling warm and close.

Joey looked around again, and like candy for his eyes, he found the sweet red spot between Sonya's legs -- she'd pulled the dress back and spread her legs so that her entire lower body was exposed -- and the pungent mystery between Terri's. He felt himself shiver, felt the aching tingle in his penis, and he had to adjust himself. Sonya watched him carefully.

"I don't know about you guys, but pot makes me horny," she said. "Besides, I haven't had any in the longest."

Joey tried to think how to ask about the greaser and Tim, but before he could speak, Sonya continued.

"I suppose you're wondering about Timmy. Did he tell you what he was gonna tell you, Joe?"

"I don't know. What?"

"He's such a big coward. If he didn't tell you, then I ain't the one to do it. Anyway, we're just friends."

Joey was mystified, but he knew it was best to keep quiet when ignorant.
Besides, she now had spread her legs even wider, placing her heels on either side of the chase lounge and fingering herself.

"I'm so wet. I don't know if it's the pot or that big thing you've got poking at your shorts, Joe. Care to take it out so us girls can get a look?"

"I'll help," Terri said, grabbing him by the obvious handle and holding him still while she unbuttoned his shorts.

"Terri, please. I told you I didn't want --"

She put her hand over his mouth.

"Hush. Just enjoy."

She then released him and pulled his shorts down to his ankles. He stood and stepped out of them. The cold air hit his hot flesh and he felt nervous and excited, wantonly exposed. Sonya reached for him, but he pulled back.

"Joey, let her touch it!"

"No!"

"Then let her see you stroke it, at least. I've been telling her how hot you are." Joey was shocked, not having realized Terri and Sonya were acquainted at all. He looked at his girlfriend, at her smiling -- mocking? -- eyes, but he couldn't keep his eyes on her as they were drawn to the activity between her legs where she was lazily circling her clit with the fingers of her right hand.

Joey took himself in hand and squeezed.

"Wouldn't you like to stick it into her mouth, Joey?"

"She does have the sexiest mouth I've ever seen," he heard himself say.

"Made for blow jobs, stud," Sonya said. "Come on a little closer. Let me at least get a look."

"Don't touch. That's for Terri and Terri only," he said.

"You've got yourself a real sweetheart here, Terr," Sonya said, sitting forward to get a close look at the fleshy rod in Joey's hand, at its swollen head with drops of pre-come oozing all over it. Joey couldn't help himself, walking over to her. She put out her tongue, reaching for him with it. He pulled back.

"So bashful! That's sexy, Joe," Sonya said. Terri started laughing, and soon all three of them were howling, snorting and sniggering so hard the it pushed him back down on the lounge where he hugged his sides as he tried to get his breath again.

"Please Joe, let me touch it."

This led to more laughs, but this time, when they regained their composure, it got totally quiet. Joey looked from one woman to the other, felt the wicked urge in his loins, and knew he could not turn back. He stood and walked over to Sonya, placing her between him and Terri. He could see they were both watching him. He stepped forward, letting himself loose, letting the springy prong slap Sonya in the face and then rubbing himself all over her face as she tried to catch him and put him into her mouth. Finally she grabbed him with her hand and rubbed the taut skin of the head against her full wet lips.

"You smell great, Joe. You ever let Terri get a smell of that? Or does she even like men?"

"She likes to watch."

"Then let's give her a show. Fuck me, Joe, fuck my big mouth, and if you're good, I'll let you fuck my cunt."

Joey pulled himself from her grip.

"If I'm good? If you're good, you mean. In fact, you're lucky Terri and I don't tie you up and make you come until you beg for mercy."

"Kinky! Did you teach him this, Terri?"

"He's a natural, I tell you. I didn't teach him anything."

"Let's get him," Sonya said, standing and pushing him. He held his ground, but soon Terri joined in and he was plopped into the pool, pulling Sonya with him. They flailed in the water before making their way to the shallow end.

Sonya's dress was now all but transparent, and she looked so sexy that nothing would have stopped Joey from grabbing her. He pushed her against the side of the pool, lifting her from the water to set her on the edge near the steps. He pushed her back so that she lay on the cement skirting the pool and lifted her dress. Her legs collapsed, leaving her exposed, the lips of her sex split before him. He leaned down and licked the pool water from the red pubes, licking until she was moaning, licking until her pussy was wet with slick saliva from her ass to her clit. He then put the head of his penis against her and began teasing her.

"Fuck her, Joey. Take her. I want to see it!" Terri said. But Joey refused to give them exactly what they wanted. He took himself in hand and began polishing Sonya's wet clit with rubbery head of his cock. She began moaning, calling his name, and soon the muscles in her legs and stomach were jerking. He continued until she came, circling him with her legs and clenching so hard he wondered that she didn't get a muscle cramp from it. She tried to force him in, but he broke her grip and swam backwards.

"What a tease!" she said. "I think we should give him some of his own medicine!"

"I think we should dry off and go upstairs where we can get more comfortable," Terri said.

"Coming, Joe?" Sonya asked as she stood up, keeping her dress bunched at her waist in her hands, rutting lewdly in the cool air. She had a round rump, full and ripe, and her movements in the air seemed to tug on him as if there were an invisible tie between her hips and his stomach.

"Not yet," he answered, causing them all to laugh crazily as they headed for the house. Joey didn't bother to put his shorts back on as he tried to catch the girls.

They beat him up the stairs, and when he stepped through the door, they jumped on him. Terri grabbed him by his balls and squeezed.

"Ouch!" Joey said.

"Don't move, then," Terri answered. She squeezed again. "Now lie down."
She urged him back against the bed, pushing him over. "Sonya, pull that rope from under the bed."

"Rope?" she asked, stooping to look and squealing with delight when she found the rope Joey had left from the previous evening.

"Put it around his wrist."

"Terri, don't," Joey begged.

"Don't worry. All you have to do is say 'uncle' when you're ready to admit you're not man enough to take all the pleasure Sonya and I are going to . . . inflict upon you." She squeezed again, making sure he would not move as Sonya straddled his head, her wet muff just inches from his nose. He could smell the deep, almost unpleasant tang of her sex. It was quite different from Terri's smell. While he was lost in the aroma and the reaction it caused in his penis, Sonya bound his right wrist. Somehow, without his even being aware, Terri had bound his legs.

The girls stepped back to observe their achievement. Joey was bound, his legs spread, he erection tight against his stomach where it lay twitching in a puddle of pre-come.

"I'm not comfortable, Terri," Sonya said, pulling the dress over her head. Terri got a towel and began drying her off. Joey watched in amazement as the drying exercise turned sexy. Soon Terri had dropped the towel and was pulling on Sonya's nipples. She squeezed them hard, causing Sonya to drop to her knees.

"Oh, God, Terri, I'm so horny." She pushed Terri's skirt up to her waist and grabbed her ass in her hands, pulling her cunt to her lips and licking the long slit with the flat of her tongue, a long slow stroke that caused the brunette to shiver.

"God, Sonya, that feels so good."

"Terri!" Joey screamed, literally screamed from the bed. "What are you doing? Stop that!" He was filled with anger and shame. He struggled against the bonds, trying to pull free, forgetting in his frenzy that pulling against his own knots would only make things worse. Soon his hands were aching. Sonya laughed, pushing Terri back on the telescope stool. Terri kept her legs spread and let Sonya kiss and lick her for a while longer. Soon Sonya worked her way up to Terri's nipples. She removed the mini skirt, leaving her wearing only the short halter top and sandals. Sonya and Terri linked their arms around one another and turned to look at Joey, who was squirming and screaming at Terri.

"I notice he isn't saying 'uncle,'" Sonya said.

"Believe me, he's tougher than you'd think," Terri answered.

As if to test her assertion, Terri took Sonya into her arms, watching Joey as she did so. He became silent. The girls began kissing, letting their lazy fingers stray over their haunches and breasts, pausing to squeeze the plump flesh of an ass or pinch an erect nipple or shine a wet clit. Joey finally quit screaming, watching in spite of himself. He was hurt and turned on all at once, hurt that Terri was not his and his only, turned on by the sexiest sight he'd ever seen. He'd heard stories about homosexuality, but he had never been able to imagine it. He wasn't even sure that what he was watching was really it. All he knew was how aroused it made him to watch the girls kissing and touching one another.

"Let's fuck him," Sonya said. "Do you mind? I want him inside me."

Joey didn't like being referred to as an object, but he did want some relief, and he wanted to feel Sonya's red wetness slide down over the ache of his rigid sex. And he wanted to kiss her large mouth again. And touch her pert breasts, squeeze their large nipples. He wanted it, and it was all the more delicious because he knew he was doing something that was very wrong, very forbidden.

"Be my guest," Terri said. Sonya climbed onto the bed and straddled Joey. He was delighted in spite of himself when she leaned forward and kissed him. He kissed her back, hungry for her and wishing he could take her in his arms. She rubbed her wetness against him, finally lifting the head of his prick and pressing it against the ooze of her sex. She barely moved, but it seemed the heated hollow place pulled him in, bit by bit, until she was rotating her pelvis against him, jamming him as far into her as he could go, fucking him, but for her own pleasure only. Soon she was breathing heavily, jerking against him. He looked over at Terri, who smiled back at him so sweetly it almost seemed all right. She was sitting on the stool, her legs spread, her fingers a blur between them. He turned back to Sonya, who was suddenly rigid, pressing herself hard down against him again and again and again.

"God, Joe, you're good," she said when she began to calm down. She kept him inside, though she quit moving for a minute. After a brief pause, she began moving again, and this time her climax came quickly. She the got up and turned her ass to his face.

"I'm going to sit on your face, Joe. Show me what you can do." He watched the wet gash come closer, and met it with an open mouth and flat tongue. Her taste was almost bitter, her smell pungent, but it made him hornier than ever. She rode his face a moment and then let him suck her clitoris into his mouth. He began bathing it with his tongue. He was delighted when she began twitching against him.

Suddenly he felt something else. It was Terri, climbing onto the bed. Then he felt the heat of her sex against his penis, felt her aiming it at her as she sat down, skewering herself upon his rigid stake. She began riding him while he continued licking Sonya. Soon Sonya was announcing another orgasm with screams and clamping muscles.

She raised herself a bit after coming, too sensitive for any touch. When she did so, Joey could see that she and Terri were kissing again. Terri was riding him, and she had found the rhythm that was going to make him come. He didn't want to come, didn't like the fact that the girls seemed more interested in each other than in him, but he couldn't help himself, couldn't help feeling the pleasurable pressure building in his balls and making it seem the end of his penis would melt completely in Terri's warm wet womb. Without warning, Sonya dropped her cunt back down on his mouth, rutting against him. The movement was so suggestive that he felt himself pushed over the edge, felt his hips thrusting so powerfully they lifted Terri off the bed, felt his cock exploding as if it were a stick of dynamite. He thrust and thrust and thrust, jamming himself into the furry dell, feeling himself dissolve into tingles and spasms and a pleasure too intense to measure. He couldn't have said whether or not Terri came, but he could feel the tense muscles of Sonya as she ground herself against his open mouth and flat tongue, could feel the proud nub of her clitoris against his lips.

Eventually he quit coming, feeling as if he'd never come before. Maybe this was what made kids want to become drug addicts, he thought, the idea flashing briefly through his mind.

Sonya leaned forward, pushing Terri back and off the wet prick. It was still hard, still oozing.

"Let me clean this nasty thing," she said, taking his tingling flesh into her mouth and licking the juices from him, keeping him from wilting altogether. At first it was too sensitive, and he pulled back, but she held him in her mouth waiting for just the right moment. Then she began washing him with her tongue, sucking him, jamming him back into her throat, nursing him back to hardness.

As soon as she'd achieved that purpose, she grabbed Terri by her ankles and pulled her forward.

"Now let me clean up the mess he made."

She began licking Terri's slimy cunt lips, sucking the come from her, finally focusing on the fat bulb above her cunt lips, circling it slowly and gently until Terri began moaning and then screaming, her muscles jerking with her orgasm. Joey tried to watch, but all he could see was Sonya's rear end as she leaned forward, her bare ass waving in the air in front of him, the crinkle of her asshole winking from between the deep fat cheeks, her pink pussy spread wide, her lips quivering as she moved, her red hair shining with the mixture of her juices and his saliva. The sight taunted him, making him lift his neck in vain to reach her.

By the time Terri was pushing Sonya away, unable to take any contact during the oversensitive moments just following her orgasm, Joey was again as hard as ever.

"Let him loose, Terri. I want him to take me and fuck me hard."

"Yours," Terri said, still recovering from the aftershocks of her climax.
She looked dazed. It was the first time she'd had an orgasm while high, and she was amazed by the force of it. Still, she stood and began loosing the ropes, leaning down to kiss Joey as she did so. But he didn't kiss her back. For some reason, he was filled with rage, a sexual rage, but a rage no less, and he wanted nothing more than to go back ten hours in time, to the innocent moments when he cherished her memory and believed he had found real found love. And the worst was, he was in love, maybe more than ever, though he didn't like what was happening, couldn't even make himself think about implications, about what Terri really was. All he knew was that he'd lost that perfect dream he'd had only hours before.

Sonya had never been fucked as hard or as long as she was once Joey was released. He fucked her so hard they fell onto the floor and continued fucking. She came seven times, which she announced when Joey finally finished, jamming himself into her so hard that he would be in pain for several days afterwards. Finally depleted, he lay wet with sweat on top of Sonya, his breathing matching hers as it slowed. Once he was calm again, he felt himself drifting. He rolled over onto his side to lay against the carpeting of the floor. He then felt sleep wrapping its warm arms around him. He tried to resist for a moment, wanting to say something, to make a point, but he floated away, weightless.

He was awakened by some slurping sounds. It irritated his sleep at first as he tried not to know what the sounds had to be. Then he opened an eye and lifted his head to the level of the bed, seeing a flash of flesh to his right. He closed his eyes again and lay back down. Then he couldn't resist. He quietly lifted up to look again. The girls lay together, Sonya atop Terri, their heads buried in their crotches, making loud slurping noises as they licked one another. They were so completely absorbed in their pleasant work that they didn't notice as Joey carefully tip-toed out of the room and found his way downstairs, where he got back into his tux and slipped from the front door.

He slept in his own bed that evening. He wanted to take good care of the tux, and he didn't know what he would wear to bed if he had climbed into the tree house. He took a quiet bath first, trying to wash all the disappointment off him. He didn't even try to think. He couldn't.

He slept without dreaming, waking when his father knocked on his door.

"Son?"

"Yeah?"

"This came for you yesterday. I didn't want to ruin your night, so I saved it for today."

Joey took the envelope, knowing even before he opened it what it had to be: his draft notice. He laughed, too hard, to loudly. His father sat on the bed.

"I know this must come as a rude surprise, son."

It was a rude way to awaken, the rudest yet, but it was appropriate. His father would never have let him avoid his duty. And Joey believed that if called, he should serve. His father had been a marine, after all, serving in the Pacific during the second world war. All his life he'd known he would have to serve. He just hadn't expected it to happen so soon.

"I think I'll join the marines," he said. "I can do that, can't I?"

"I expect nothing less, Son," his father said. "I'm very proud of you."

Joey rolled over after his father left the room. He would make sure to say good-bye to Alice. He owed her that much. As for what to do about Terri, he wouldn't let himself think about it for at least a day.

This is the author speaking. I know this is a bit of a disappointment. I'm sure you wanted Terri and Joey to live happily ever after, but it could never have worked. Even if Joey hadn't been drafted, Terri had already been accepted at UC Berkeley, Joey only at UCLA. They would soon have drifted apart. He did go see her again, so in love with her that he didn't know what to do. He knew love meant accepting someone as is. But he hated it. He wanted what he thought of as the American dream of a loyal wife and a house in the suburbs and peace. It wasn't to be, not for Joey, not for most of his generation.

Oh, they vowed eternal love, vowed they'd find the impossible dream of love again once Joey got back from Viet Nam. And they meant it, as only the young can mean anything, but by the time Joey had returned, he was another man. If I wrote pornography rather than erotica, I might follow Joey to Viet Nam and describe in detail the violence and evil and death he passed there. I might explain why Tim Gulliver never came home. But I'm not capable of writing pornography, so someone else will have to tell that story. I do know what happened to Joey once he came home to settle down in east Tennessee. And I know what happened to Terri, who went to Berkeley for one semester before turning on, tuning in and dropping out.
But those are other stories. This one is ended.

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