Date: Tue, 24 Oct 2000 10:19:06 EDT
From: Marc P <miniegg69@hotmail.com>
Subject: bisexual/college/corrupting-a-minor-12

CORRUPTING A MINOR

-by Marc P. (email miniegg69@hotmail.com)


CHAPTER 12

"So, exactly how high are you right now?"

I stared blankly at the nurse.  The bright fluorescent lights that were
bathing the emergency room in daytime levels of light was making my head
hurt.  Not to mention the pain that was coursing through my hand and arm,
which wasn't doing any better with her poking at it.

"Excuse me?" I asked hoarsely.

"I asked you how high you are?" she answered.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I said blankly.  God, I wish the
pain in my arm would go away.  There wasn't much activity going on around
me; the hospital didn't see much action, even during the day.  But there was
enough that my senses were being overloaded.

"Oh, come off it," the nurse said, almost a little too testily.  "If your
eyes were any redder they'd actually be bleeding.  And you haven't been able
to mutter more than a sentence at a time."  I stared blankly.  She got me
there.  "And besides," she continued, "no one in their right mind punches a
wall as hard as you must have do this."  She motioned toward my bruised and
swollen hand.

"Look," I slurred, "I'm having a really bad day.  Can you just drop the
lecture and give me some painkillers?  I think I'm gonna pass out."

"I wasn't lecturing you," she said flatly.  "Anything other than marijuana
and alcohol?  I need to know."

"No," I muttered.

She smiled.  "Alright, I'll get you some painkillers and the doctor will be
here in a minute."

And she was right.  The doctor did come in a minute.  They made me stay
overnight until the drugs left my system.  I'd done a number on my hand,
broke four bones and sprained my wrist.  They put a cast on me, gave me a
sling, you know the whole fucking deal.  All I wanted was to get out of
there.  And the only way they were going to release me, or so they claimed,
was if I promised to get drug counseling.   I don't think they could have
kept me, but I guess counseling wouldn't hurt.  Although I think drugs were
the least of my problems at that point.

Fortunately, no one at the hospital mentioned the unusual stains on my
shirt.

The next day, Saturday, I was released from the hospital on my own
reconnaissance so to speak, and pretty much moped around in my room all day.
  I didn't want to go out into the hall for fear of bumping into Sean.  I
knew that I should probably talk to him, but I was scared and ashamed.  I
also didn't want to go out onto campus for fear of having to explain why I
was in a cast.   I knew the true answer would be enough, I got fucked up and
punched a wall.  Most people would drop it after that.

I spend most of Sunday sitting on my bed trying to study.  Working on my
thesis was more or less out of the picture because it required an awful lot
of typing and having my hand wrapped in plaster sort of excluded that.
Around dinnertime Julie came bounding in from her weekend with a huge grin
on her face, which quickly turned to a concerned frown when she saw my cast.

"Oh my God," she said, "what happened to you?"  She came running over and
gave me a sympathetic hug.  When she eased up on the embrace, I smiled at
her sheepishly.

"Do you want the long version or the short version?" I asked.

"Honey, I want to know everything."  She snuggled up towards me and pushed
my books aside.  "My poor little boy, it must hurt.  Tell me everything and
I'll make it all better for you," she said in a baby voice.  I grimaced.  If
only she could make it better.

"You really want to know everything?" I said sadly.

"Everything.  Don't leave out a single detail!"  She was way too
enthusiastic.  She must have had a really good weekend.

"Ok," I sighed.  "Here goes."  And I started talking.  And I told her
everything.  She didn't interrupt at all, as I went through my arrest, my
incident with Sean, the hospital.  Everything.  Every last goddamn detail.
When I finished we both sat there, silent, staring at each other.

And it was in that silence that I started to cry.  And I mean cry.  I was
bawling like a two-year-old.  Julie held me tight.  Tighter and closer than
Sean had.  "I'm so sorry," I sobbed.  "I love you, Julie, you do know that I
love you, right?"

"Of course I know you love me," she said, stroking my hair as I cried into
her breast.  "And I love you, too.  More than anything else."

"I don't know what to do," I moaned, "I just don't know what to do."  We sat
in that position for quite some time, not speaking.  Just sitting.  Julie
broke the silence.

"You stink," she said.

That made me smile.  "What?"

"I said you stink.  When was the last time you showered?"

I wiped a few drying tears from my cheeks with my good hand, and said,
"Friday morning.  But I've been through a lot since then.  Quite a bit of
weed and alcohol and vomit."  I laughed and looked down at my shirt, which I
hadn't changed since Friday.  "Oh, and cum."  I was glad that Julie had
diverted my attention.  Whether or not it was because she thought it should
be diverted, or because she wasn't prepared to deal with what I had told
her, I didn't know.  And I didn't care.

"Well, let's get you cleaned up.  I'll help you.  I'm assuming you're not
supposed to get that thing wet," she said indicating my cast.

"No, but I've got some plastic bags."

"Alrightie, then.  I'll clean you all up nice and proper.  I'll be just like
Florence Nightingale."  She bounced off the bed.  "Let me get my bathrobe
and some towels.  I'll be right back."  She left the room, and while she was
gone I stripped out of my grimy clothes and put on my own terrycloth robe.
She was back in a few minutes wearing an identical robe, only whereas mine
was green, hers was maroon.  We'd bought them together a year ago, right
around the time we'd debated moving in together.  We decided to keep our own
separate rooms but buy matching bathrobes.  I have no idea why, but why do
college students do anything really?  Julie helped me wrap my cast in
plastic.

We walked down the hallway to the men's bathroom, Julie with an even stride,
me padding slowly behind her.  She knocked violently on the bathroom door
and called "Woman coming in.  You've got three seconds to make yourself
decent."  And then she pushed the heavy door open.  Her warning was wasted
because there was no one in the bathroom.  We hung our towels and robes on
the hooks, and stepped into the shower.

The showers in our dorms were old, and since we were a fairly small dorm,
there were only two showers per bathroom.  The shower stall was partitioned
off from the rest of the bathroom with a curtain, and there were two
showerheads facing each other with another curtain in the middle, so that
two guys could shower at one time, giving each other privacy.  We left the
inside curtain open.  It was still a tight fit, as I said they were small
showers.  Julie turned both showerheads on and we waited for them to warm
up.

I stood under the stream and let the hot water cascade down my face and
body.  I held my right arm out so that the water wouldn't directly hit the
cast.  I didn't want it to wet he cast and the strength might have hurt
since my whole hand was still tender.

"Here, let me wash your hair for you," Julie said.  I already had my back to
her so I simply stepped out of the shower stream and let her lather the
shampoo into my hair.  Her slender fingers massaged the liquid soap into my
hair and scalp.  I moaned slightly in pleasure.  She slowly probed my scalp
with her fingertips.  My hair was really dirty so she didn't get a good
lather going.  When she was done she patted my ass and said, "Ok, now rinse,
big boy."

I smiled to myself as I turned around and leaned my head back into the
stream of steamy water, letting the shampoo and grease and dirt run down my
body and pour down the drain in the floor.  While I rinsed, Julie washed her
own hair and rinsed it off under the other showerhead.

"Can you wash my hair a second time?" I asked.  "It still feels greasy."

Julie scowled.  "Well aren't we a demanding little patient?"

I pouted.  "Please. . ."  Julie just chuckled.  She lathered my hair up face
to face this time.  I stared at her angelic face as concentrated on giving
me an even shampoo.  I loved the way the water beaded up on creamy skin.
With my undamaged hand I reached over and caressed her side, gently.  She
lowered her hands from my hair and I drew her close, pressing my lips
against hers.  It wasn't a kiss of passion, it was a kiss of love.  Of
devotion.  She traced my lips with the tip of her tongue.  I pulled us a
step back so that the water was cascading over my head, washing it clean
again, down my face and hers, down my back and legs.  My cock was pressed
against her thigh and growing.

She pulled away.  We didn't speak a word as she poured some body wash into
her sponge.  It was one of the those natural sponges from the bottom of the
ocean.  I usually preferred plain soap and a washcloth, but this was
definitely more erotic.  She turned me around and worked a good lather on my
back.  I was in heaven, Julie soaping up my strong muscular back and
shoulders.  She washed down my left arm, then my right, careful to avoid the
plastic bag and keep it dry.  She then washed down my lower back, moving
down to my bottom.  I spread my legs slightly so she could get access to my
crack.  Running the sponge up and down a few times in my crack got it nice
and slick.  She briefly pressed one of her soapy fingers into my wet and
slippery hole, and massaged my insides, just enough to clean them and make
me shutter.

Julie crouched down and washed my the back of my legs, then turned me around
to do the front of them.  She paid close attention to my feet.  I had to
steady myself standing on one foot so she could run the sponge along the
soles of my feet.  It tickled and I tried not to fall.  She then moved up to
my neck and chest, rubbing into my torso in broad, round strokes.  My cock
twitched in anticipation as she worked down to my belly, circling my belly
button.  Finally she cleaned what was, in the past few days, the dirtiest
part of my body.

First she ran the sponge between my legs, along the sensitive area between
my ass and balls.  Again I shuttered, and placed one hand on her hip to
steady myself.  Then she lathered up my cock and balls, cupping my balls in
one hand and gripping the other around my enlarging penis.  She rolled my
nuts around a few times and gave my cock a few slippery tugs, before
deciding I was nice and clean.

She stopped abruptly and gave me a peck on the lips.  "That's it, kiddo.
Sponge bath is over.  Now rinse."

I moaned in frustration.  "You're a mean one, you know that?"  I stepped
back to rinse off my body.

"Yep.  Sure do."  She licked her lower lips suggestively.  "Now it's my
turn."  She thrust the soapy sponge into my hand.

I instantly returned the favor.  I started with her hands and arms, running
the sponge up her slender limbs to her shoulders, then down to her breasts.
I tenderly lathered her chest and smooth belly and pelvis, then moved down
to her legs.  I crouched down, and with my face mere inches from her crotch,
I started cleaning between her legs.  Like me, she spread them slightly to
give me better access.  I tried to splash some of the warm water into her,
and she moaned with delight.  I continued rubbing the sponge into her pussy,
each stroke a little harder, when I thought, fuck this, and tossed the
sponge aside.  I continued to massage her with my fingers, however, tracing
her folds, probing her insides.  I slid two slippery fingers and toyed with
her clit.  She squealed with delight.

I wanted so badly to lick and suck her, but she was too soapy, I knew it
would taste awful.  So instead, I sat on the ground and pulled her down on
top of me.  She sat in my lap, my now rock-hard cock poking at her thighs.
It took a few tries but I found her hole and slid my cock inside.  It
slipped in with great ease, owing to all the soap and water.

Julie sat in my lap, legs flared out behind me, and slowly fucked my cock.
Her hands explored my back, as my good hand did hers.  She leaned forward
and thrust her tongue into my hot mouth, and we kissed passionately.  We
bucked and writhed on the shower stall floor and fucked like we'd never
fucked before.

I pulled my mouth off of hers and moaned, "I love you, Julie."  Then I began
planting hot, feverish kisses on her face and neck.

As I kissed and sucked her flesh, she moaned in response.  "Oh, God, I love
you too, Marc.  Oh, God I love you so much."

"I need you, Julie," I panted, as I kissed and sucked her harder and deeper.

"I need you, too, Marc," she heaved, breathlessly, squeezing her thighs
around my midriff with each thrust.

"Oh, Christ," I groaned, "I'm not going to last much longer."  I drove my
mouth into the crook of her neck and suckled some more.

"Neither am I," she grunted back, pulling me closer and squeezing me tighter
with her legs.

"Oh, fuck, I'm going to come, baby, oh fuck oh fuck oh FUCK!"  I gave her
one final thrust upwards with my hips as my orgasm gripped my body.  My legs
stiffened and then contracted, pulling my knees as close to my body as they
could go, effectively forcing her against my chest.  The rest of my body
shuttered as dick pulsated and shot globs of sticky cum into Julie's newly
cleaned cunt.  She cried out in ecstasy as well, as I felt her body twitch
and shake.  Waves of orgasm swept over her as she came.  She threw her head
back and cried out loudly.

When the orgasms had subsided, we sat there, on the floor, panting.  And
smiling.  I looked deep into Julie's eyes.  I knew at that moment what my
decision was going to be and that it was going to be the right one.

And at that moment I heard the door to the bathroom open.  Julie and I
froze.

"Hey, either one of you guys getting out soon?" I heard a voice call over
the water.

Julie and I scrambled to our feet.  "Yeah, just a second," I called out.  We
quickly rinsed off our bodies and turned off the water.  We each reached
outside of the shower and pulled our bathrobes in.  Julie helped me get mine
on and we stepped out of the shower, my arm wrapped around Julie's waist.
"Sorry buddy," I said as we stepped out.  And then I froze again.

Standing before us, leaning against the sink and wrapped only in a towel was
Sean.  One of his eyes was swollen and he had a nasty looking bruise on his
cheek.  Our eyes locked.  I didn't know whether to laugh, scream, run, or
cry.  I quickly dropped my arm from Julie's waist, something I was sorry she
picked up on.  I don't know why I did it, but somehow I felt guilty.  Sure
we had just gotten caught in the act, but not that kind of guilty.  I
different kind of guilty.  It was guilt that came from the fact that I was
now completely unsure that the decision I had just made on the floor of a
dirty dorm shower stall was the right decision.

"Oh, hello, Sean," I said flatly.  It was all the emotion I could muster.
He just glared back.  Well, it wasn't really glaring.  I just think he
didn't know what else to do.

Finally he spoke.  "Hello, Marc.  Julie."  We both looked over at Julie, and
she looked like she wanted to run away as fast as she could.  "Did you have
a good weekend?"

"Yeah, it was great," she said, smiling.  I couldn't tell if it was forced
or not.  "And you?"  I cringed and she winced when she realize what she
asked.  I thought my stomach was going to sink into my feet.

"It was--"  He paused, and looked me directly in the eye.  "--let's just say
it was eventful."

"Look, we're going to leave you to your shower now, Sean," I said, quickly
ushering Julie out of there.  "G"bye."

"Bye, Julie," he said as we left the bathroom.  I didn't miss the fact that
he didn't say goodbye to me.

Julie and I dried our bodies and changed in silence, Julie helping me tie my
shoes and put my arm in my sling.  We both sat on the futon when we were
finished.

"So, that was awkward," I chuckled, finally.

"Marc, we need to talk."

"I guess we do."

"I'm calling off the engagement," she said abruptly

"What did you say?"  I was dumbfounded.

"I said I'm calling off the engagement."

"What?  Why?  But . . ."

"Look, you have an important decision to make.  I'm not going to gloss over
it.  It's obviously not as easy as you'd like to make it seem.  You're
incident with Sean this weekend just goes to prove that point, not to
mention our little encounter just now in the bathroom.  You told me you
don't love Sean more than me, and right now I'm not so sure about that."

"But..."

"No, Marc, let me finish.  I think that that's what you think you feel.  But
you have to figure that out for yourself.  And it's a bigger issue than just
choosing between two girlfriends.  We are talking marriage.  Till death do
you part.  This is serious, serious stuff, Marc.  For Chrissake, you
proposed to me on the floor of the bathroom the morning after, for all
intents and purposes, Sean and I raped you.  Now I'm truly sorry for that,
but face it, Marc, it's not the most encouraging of ways to be proposed to."

"But-"

"Shut up and listen for a second.  Here's the deal.  You have to decide what
you need to do.  You need to decide for yourself.  You don't need to have an
engagement hanging over your head while you do it.  And I'm also not blind
to the fact that I'm the easier choice, that if you decide to marry me and
leave Sean, it could very well be because it was less complicated.  Well
it's pretty damn complicated, I don't think I have to tell you that.  I
don't want you to wake up one day, when we've been married for ten years and
have three children, and you discover you made a mistake not only about
marriage but about your sexuality.  So the bottom line is, Marc, I love you.
  And I will marry you, but I won't marry you until I'm sure that that's
what you really truly want.  So until that time, the engagement is off.  No
pressure.  You go find out what you want to do.  And if your decision is
that you want to marry me, come back and ask me.  And I will say yes."

I didn't know what to say.  She was right on all accounts.  I needed to find
out what I was truly feeling.  I had no idea how to go about doing this.  I
was somewhat relieved she had come out and said all this, but I didn't know
what my next step was going to be.  But Julie seemed to know.

"I think the first thing you should do is go talk to Sean," she said.

I shook my head.  "I can't do that.  He's, we're, I mean..."

"You can't let this go any longer.  One of you is going to self-destruct.
Go talk to him.  He should be out of the shower by now.  And be honest with
him and with yourself. And don't worry about hurting my feelings."  She
leaned over and gave me a soft kiss on the lips.

"I love you," I said.

"I know you do."  She punched me lightly on the shoulder.  "Now get out of
here."

I laughed.  God, she was beautiful.  I did love her.  I loved her so much.
And she was a saint, truly a saint.

I sighed and pulled myself off the futon.  I turned back as I opened the
door.  "Wish me luck," I said.

Julie smiled, softening my nervousness.  "You won't need it."


To Be Continued. . . .

As always, thanks for all the support I'm getting for this series.  I really
appreciate all the input I've been receiving.  And remember, comments and
suggestions are always welcomed.


Marc
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