Date: Tue, 6 Aug 2002 02:13:26 -0400
From: Humvee_69 <Hummmvee@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Adventures of Jade" Chapter 9
ADVENTURES OF JADE (c)
(Chapter 9)
By Hummmvee
(tales of Lust, Depravity, and Seduction)
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ADVENTURES OF JADE
(Chapter 9)
"Gothic"
It was now well into Sunday afternoon. Crystal (and Family) had
thankfully left, along with the police. Keeping her own family out of jail
was very motivating to Jade, whose mother, sister, and mother's cousin had
somehow gotten themselves (inadvertently?) high with the free samples of
cosmetics that Jade had received at work on Friday . An hour ago, she had
walked in on them just after some wicked acts of perversion. Everyone had
been nude, or nearly so. Jade sort of wished she could have been a fly on
the wall during this recent familial libidinousness. The pictures in her
mind made her shiver. Luckily, Jade had managed to put everyone to bed
before they became too lucid. With luck, they will think it was all just a
dream. For some reason, her sister came to several times over, before
finally succumbing to sleepy exhaustion. Why was she the only one to
rouse; twice!? And what about the teenage girl (with the nice rack)? Jade
hoped Crystal would be hard pressed to remember whatever vile acts occurred
in this house while Jade was at Dakota's. The whole house reeked of
'Burning Bush' products. There was little doubt now that these cosmetics
and toiletries possessed mind-altering aphrodisiacal narcoleptic powers!
It was just Jade's luck that what promised to be the start of a great
career with a reputable and renowned school for girls, was now looking like
a rapid dead end at the hands of a criminal organization disseminating this
chemical evil, via their own unsuspecting employees. But who would do such
a thing, and why? Her stomach growled with dissatisfaction at missing
breakfast. Jade made a huge salad while she mulled things over. She did a
very thorough job of it, taking almost an hour to complete the exotic and
complex salad. She ate some, while her mind shoveled the debris left
behind by the last four days. Once she had eaten her fill, Jade left the
rest to the troops. She knew they'd all be hungry whenever they woke up
from their mid- day siesta. Jade did not want to be here when that
happened! A drive was in order.
It was always a pleasurable chore for Jade to find appropriate music for
the mood at hand. As she drove down the Cul De Sac; the Power-Stroke
Diesel clacking away, she knew she needed 'thinking music'. Old Qeensryche
would fit the bill; but then Tool might also suffice. Once the volume
attenuated, all would soon be right with her life again.
Colorado mountain scenery was spectacular year round, but this time of
the year, when the leaves on the Aspen trees were changing color - was the
most awesome time for a drive or hike! The landscape became a mosaic of
golds, greens, and reds. The weight of the music lightened her own burden.
In time, she was in high spirits.
It had been an event ful few days. For a virgin, there had been more
sex lately, than you could shake a tit at! In her mind's eye, Jade
replayed the recent sexy images. She had seen mom, Jenna, Chrissy,
Jenniffer, Dakota, and Crystal in varying sexual situations. Then there
were the sexy dreams involving her coworkers: the 'evil' nurse Shannon,
along with Susie, Jane, and Renee. But perhaps these had not been dreams
after all? Just perhaps, the seemingly subtle chemical influences of the
Burning Bush products were more powerful than she feared? Certainly recent
events at home had been quite real. Perhaps all these things really HAD
occurred?! Jade shivered at the prospect of such violation!
Just then she passed the taxidermy/gun shop. 'Hmmmmm . . . perhaps I
should stop in?' Jade wanted to purchase that self defense gun for her
solo hikes in the mountains, and also ease her paranoia. 'Bob' was very
helpful, and an hour later, Jade's credit card had taken a $3,000 beating.
Bob assured her that the gun she had purchased could typically stop any
indigenous animal, with a single shot. Bob seemed well informed, and his
shop well stocked. Her transaction completed, she was glad to be on the
road again; all those stuffed heads were kind of creepy anyway.
Once safely in her garage, Jade inspected her purchase; one stainless
steel, five shot revolver in caliber .454" manufactured by Freedom Arms of
Wyoming. One thousand rounds of assorted ammo One genuine leather
Western-style rig, with twenty five bullet loops, and cleaning supplies
(including a Boresnake). Not to mention, one quick- access lock box. For a
brief moment, Jade imagined the sexy seven and a half inch ported barrel
going in and out of her pussy, but she attributed this sickness to residual
effects of the Products (besides, the front sight would snag!). She loaded
the gun and put it in the lock-box. The box was then placed under her
driver's seat. The box just barely fit in the available space.
Technically this was considered illegal, but the founding documents of this
great nation strictly prohibited laws that would limit the right to bear
arms. In essence, these rather new laws were completely unconstitutional.
Her father had taught her that. Of course, this did pose an incarceration
risk.
It immediately became apparent that the mellifluous residual odours from
the Products, were still in stark evidence within the spacious log home.
Jade heard voices coming from the kitchen, and sure enough, the motley crew
were there munching on Jade's epic salad like there was no tomorrow. The
crunching sounds were comical, but thankfully, everyone seemed well and
unawares of what recently occurred just a room away. Their appetites were
voracious, and as they greeted Jade, their muffled speech was amusing.
Like pot, these chemicals left one hungry.
Crystal Waters sat in the back seat of her parent's Buick as they drove
back to Durango. The wildfires made the normally sensational views more
limited. The earlier incident with the police had been embarrassing to
Mr. Waters. Crystal found the subsequent lecture by both her parents very
tedious. 'How could she have gone inside someone's home?/Why did she
disobey their rule about being invited in?/How could she fall asleep in a
stranger's house while on a mission from God?/Why couldn't she remember any
details about the event?/Why was she so glassy-eyed and slothful?/Why
. . .'; and on and on the questions went.
Young Crystal was melancholy for having disappointed her parents. She
was also puzzled by many other things. Like where did the time go? And why
were her panties uncomfortably moist? Squeezing her legs together offered
little relief. Even her ten year old sister Gwendolyn was now having a
chuckle at her expense. Crystal shot her several cutting glances during
the unusually long ride home. Often, her mother would turn from the front
seat and look at her with a worried look: 'Their daughter was normally so
responsible . . . what happened today?' One of the day's strange side
effects was discovering new life within certain parts of the body; places
Crystal never gave no mind to before.
"What IS that smell?"
Mr. Waters asked, clearly annoyed and looking in the rear view mirror
for a response from the apparent culprit.
"Well young lady; don't you have anything to say in your defense? You
know how we feel about the use of perfume! Where did you get it?"
Crystal was able to think, but just barely. Her mind was still groggy,
and she felt a headache coming on. 'What did happen today?' she wondered.
The fragrance triggered a memory: 'That nice lady back at the log home wore
strong perfume'. It was a wonderful smell, in spite of her parent's
disapproval. Yes, she must have smeared some on her from the inadvertent
contact with the homeowner.
"I think I must have gotten 'sum on me from shaking hands with the lady
at that last house."
Clearly, everyone in the Buick had by now noticed the fragrance, and
were all sniffing the air like a bunch of hounds. Crystal had gotten
accustomed to the smell, and now barely detected the wonderful, flowery
aroma. Even little ten year old Gwendolyn was sniffing at the air.
"It smells good Daddy!" Little sister put her two cents in.
"You know we don't approve of such excessive embellishment, young lady.
Only the Devil would encourage such whore-like behavior in women! It's bad
enough all humanity is forever cursed from the Original Sin. It was Woman
that damned Man!"
For some reason, no one liked the sound of that today, even though they
had heard it all before. It hadn't bothered them previously, as Fred
Waters often spoke about such things; but now, the sophistry somehow
sounded ridiculous. Even Gwendolyn was miffed by the negativity in
Mr. Waters' voice, who went on and on about the evil nature of the female
of the species. Even the normally subservient Mrs. Linda Waters looked on
at her husband with a dawning dissatisfaction. She wondered where the new
feeling was coming from, and it frightened her. Even more surprisingly,
out of the corner of her eye, she noticed what appeared to be the
beginnings of an erection in Mr. Waters' pants! She was shocked to say
the least!! Sexual contact between them was always subdued, and never ever
occurred during the light of day. Linda had never even seen her husband's
. . . organ clearly. Certainly, she had never had an orgasm. She flushed
at the sight of the fleeting protuberance; which was soon followed by a
fluidic sympathetic response originating in her own groin. Thankfully, the
children wouldn't be able to see the disgusting swelling in her husband's
pants from their vantage points in the back seat.
Mr. Waters adjusted the rear view mirror so that he could see Crystal.
He kept on chiding his daughter; seemingly getting more and more angry.
Crystal had soaked up more Burning Bush products than one might have
thought. Within her young nubile body, Crystal fought dual opposing
feelings. The first was guilt (that her father was doing his best to bring
out), followed by hornyness (brought on by the chemical elements in the
tainted cosmetics). Surprisingly, Mrs. Waters was also experiencing
similar feelings.
Linda took another glance in Mr. Waters' direction, confirming that she
had not been just seeing things moments ago. Her husband's erection was
getting longer and thicker. She had never seen anything like it! Even
during both times she had had sexual intercourse with her husband; she'd
never clearly seen . . . All she remembered from their last set of
'relations' (some ten years ago), was the terrible pain. To her, the sight
of her husband's swelling was bordering on the outrageous! No wonder it
had hurt her poor tiny vagina; the damn thing was bigger than the Holland
Tunnel! Mr. Waters seemed oblivious to his erection, although his driving
became less precise. It was unlike him to speed, but the Buick was now
skimming along almost five miles per hour faster than the law allowed.
Crystal soon became aware that she was being stared at by her father in
an uncharacteristic manner. She had never experienced the feelings she was
now getting. The staring caused her to become aware of the larger than
life presence of her unusually big and heavy breasts. She fumbled about
for her jacket; suddenly feeling chilled and embarrassed. In Colorado, you
always kept a jacket near. To her, it seemed that father's glances
occasionally landed on her comprehensive chest, and then uncomfortably
lingered there. Why was she so physically cursed by her pendulous,
monstrous extensions of flesh? Neither her sister, nor mother had a
similar problem. Crystal was becoming so mixed up again; like back at the
Parker residence earlier. So! That was their name! She had finally
remembered something more about the encounter! She was just about to
enlighten everyone with her revelation, when she noticed a lot of furtive
glances heading her way from all the car's occupants. Suddenly, she was
self conscious again, and withdrew.
A particularly rough and rhythmic patch of roadway, caused a regular,
recurring gravitationally-based sensory intrusion upon Crystal's massive
(for her age) tits. The undulations and bumps in the freeway, teased and
tickled her breasts as they demurely slumbered within their double hammock.
Normally, the Buick was plush, but each shuddering bump was increasing in
young Crystal, these new feelings, which gradually became more and more
intense. If the feelings continued, something was going to happen;
something below her waist! The weight of her mammaries after each road
bump caused a forceful bounce, accompanied by a grave visual component.
She hoped no one would notice, but the eye contact between her three
passengers proved otherwise. Why didn't her father try the other lane?
Crystal crossed her arms in defense, and could tell by the expressions of
the car's occupants that this move was an unwelcome one.
Mr. Waters was flabbergasted. He had always considered sex as just a
necessary evil, and now he was having an erection he could not control, and
his own daughter was giving it to him! Looking at young Crystal, fueled
incestual fantasies within the suddenly lecherous fart. Briefly, Fred
became confused, but continued looking at the cute teen, fanning even more
depraved, evil thoughts. Linda experienced a similar uncontrollable
craving, and Gwendolyn was by this point just plain confused.
"Look at the way she's flaunting her chest, Linda! For Chrissakes, you
must talk with her tonight. The child's getting way out of hand! I want
you to know that I consider that a reflection on you. You are obviously
remiss in the performance of your motherly duties!"
Crystal knew she was not flaunting her chest at all. In fact she wished
she could disappear right now. Could she help it if no one in this family
had any breasts except her? It wasn't her fault. They just seemed to grow
this last year or two. Even her 'other' place was getting some hair on it.
It all just couldn't be her fault!
Linda stiffened at the accusation aimed at the quality of her
motherhood. She was a good mother. Mrs. Waters looked at the two round
objects that were obviously receiving the brunt of Mr. Waters' attack.
Crystal was demurely trying to cover her new found embarrassment, and she
did not seem to Mrs. Waters to be flaunting anything. Linda did notice the
stiff nipplage pushing outward; perhaps inadvertently begging for
attention, but that was not something her daughter could consciously
control. The young tits actually looked, well . . . nice. Mrs. Waters
reflexively moistened in her southern hemisphere. Yes, perhaps a 'talk'
with Crystal would be just the thing; but in her opinion, Fred was
definitely overreacting.
Everyone was glad when their modest home came into view. Upon arrival,
Crystal and Gwendolyn raced for their room. Mr. Waters still struggled
with his own egress from the Buick; it seemed that the enduring erection
made movement difficult. Mrs. Waters watched with growing interest, but
did not comment.
"Help me into the house, I think my leg has gone to sleep!"
Linda steadied her husband, and helped him into the house. She knew he
had lied. There was nothing in his pants that could be considered asleep!
Being the submissive wife in this very traditional relationship, she did
not call his bluff, and pretended not to notice. He too hoped she would
not notice. Once inside, Mr. Waters summarily barricaded himself in the
bathroom. Those restrictive slacks had to go.
Fred had always been embarrassed by his oversized manhood. Luckily, he
had a low sex drive; erections were very rare. But now he could hardly
pull his trousers down. He looked in horror at his erection-torn
underwear. His penis leapt up after Fred removed his slacks, and it
settled at ninety degrees to his torso. He was puzzled. The massive
Rondorf was beginning to bob; up and down, matching his heartbeat. He
pulled off the torn underpants, and inspected his throbbing gristle. It
stood out some 14 inches from his peach-sized double sac. Two blue veins
followed the shaft's length along the sides. The head was uncut, and
larger in diameter than the shaft, which happened to be three inches wide.
Pre-cum oozed from the angry purple tip. Fred wondered why he was
breathing as though he had been running; this erection was bad enough.
Time would prove his enemy, at least in the short run.
Not hearing a response to her inquiries and knocks on the locked
bathroom door, Linda became concerned. Perhaps her Fred was having a heart
attack? As she burst in expecting the worst on this already terribly
harrowing day, she first saw it in the reflection in the mirror. Linda
reflexively screamed at the sight of the monstrous, beastly growth. The
startled Fred Waters spun around at the intruder. Now, Linda Waters was a
short woman, and her husband was over six foot tall. Her act of startling
him brought his tool swinging about, which then promptly hit his wife
square in the head. At that size, there was definitely some mass to this
industrial boner! The impact knocked Linda off her feet, and she sailed
backwards, tripping over the sofa and falling flat on her back.
As she tried regaining her senses, she saw Fred approach her. 'It'
swung and bobbed as he walked to where she was still lying. Soon he was
towering over her; a strange expression beginning to evolve on his face and
that . . . menacing one-eyed thing drooling at her prostrateness. The
penis looked even bigger from this position, and was now very visible and
up close for the first time (in broad daylight). There was something in
Fred's eyes that both alarmed and beckoned to Linda. She struggled
backwards, on her back and elbows, trying to put some distance between
them. Tears formed in her eyes.
Linda Waters was 60 inches tall on a good day. At her worst, she
weighed a scant 100 pounds. The giant man-thing throbbing above her could
split her in half, literally. She had never seen anything like it, except
once, at the zoo. The look in her husband's eyes told her this was another
man; someone she had never met. It also looked to her like he just might
use that thing, and in the worst possible way. So why was her private area
responding so uncharacteristically by lubricating itself? Her mouth began
watering, and hair on her body began standing up. She became a turbid mix
of what were typically mutually exclusive feelings.
As she pondered her new husband, her fear, and her attraction; Fred
broke her concentration by placing his hands around his swollen member. He
rubbed the shaft near the tip, causing himself a sudden cascade of
pleasure; feelings he was unaccustomed to having. This brought even more
stiffness, and more pronounced throbbing. Mrs. Waters briefly noted how
handsome her husband was. At six foot one and a quarter, with a lean
bodymass and good definition - and now this 'porn star' erection. She
beamed with pride, which momentarily overshadowed the unlikely reality of
this impossible Sunday afternoon.
By now she had backed up on her elbows as far as there was room.
Mr. Waters slowly followed her retreat, pumping his shaft with more
feeling. His conservative nature and dislike of sex had clearly been put
behind him. Contact with his daughter, who had been heavily exposed to the
Burning Bush products earlier in the day; caused this sudden aphrodisiacal
and maniacal onslaught of desire. He was somewhat conscious of what he was
doing, and now preferred his new found personality to his old dull self.
So many years wasted in not fucking his teeny, but cute wife. The thought
of pleasuring himself and her, no longer troubled him with guilt.
Mrs. Waters looked into her husband's steel-grey eyes and saw her
reflection there. She was still in shape after two children. Why this
sudden interest in things carnal? It didn't matter really, because right
now she had a plan. She was going to get her brains fucked royally, after
a ten year abstinence. Fred reached a hand out to her, and she accepted
it. Her heart began beating faster in anticipation.
Crystal went into the bathroom to use the facilities. For some reason,
she decided to leave the door open a crack. As she peed, she remembered
how the perfume got spilled on her when she and Jenna were examining the
colorful and exciting 'Burning Bush' cosmetics and toiletries. Aha! She
remembered yet more detail. 'Jenna!' Now Crystal knew the blonde girl's
name. Her deep efforts at concentration rewarded her with tid- bits of
still cloudy memory. Crystal held a fistful of her skirt at the waist as
she sat on the commode. Her boring panties were around her ankles. She
became fascinated with her new humid, brown-furred bush. She had only
grown it in the last few years as her periods had begun. Though she
decided it was a pretty thing to the eye, a lot of shame and guilt was
projected on her after these changes came calling. If it was natural, why
was it so dirty? She pondered this as her fingers stroked the fine brown
fur. 'Mmmm - that feels nice.'
Gwendolyn sat on her little bed and watched her sister disappear into
the bathroom. She was suddenly aware that today was somehow a special day.
She felt good. Better in fact, than usual. She felt a communion with her
body that just didn't seem to be there yesterday. The feelings seemed to
radiate from her middle, and teased her brain in a pleasant way. Even her
non-existent breasts tickled at the nipple (more a throb then a tickle).
Looking down, she saw that the nipples were quite erect through her shirt.
In fact, they seemed to be trying to launch themselves, taking a part of
her chest with them. This, of course, caused a noticeable swelling,
signifying the eminent budding of new boobies! She was ecstatic!
Gwendolyn so envied her sister for this very attribute, and now her prayers
were beginning to be answered!
Gwen was happy. She wanted to share this new feeling. She noticed that
her sister had left the bathroom door slightly ajar. Quietly, she walked
to it, and looked inside. A suppressed gasp later, she began to drink the
magnificent sight in. The sister whom she admired so, and often secretly
stole glances at - was sitting on the can with her nether visible! For the
first time, Gwendolyn became aware of a humidity issue below her waist.
She had not been noticed standing there, so she continued to look at her
sister's private moment. Watching through the little gap in the door soon
spread a warm glow throughout her pre-teen body.
Gwen's eyes nearly popped, when she saw sis use both hands down there,
and spread herself open. She could see the sultry pink interior; and it
looked great for some reason. Unconsciously, Gwen grabbed a fistful of her
loose slacks at the front, causing pleasurable friction in her crotch. Her
sister looked so mature, so much a woman!
The older sister had seen the movement occurring in the bedroom in her
peripheral vision. She knew her sister's curiosity was getting the better
of her. Crystal remembered how she had recently begun to tease little
Gwen, and enjoyed doing so. But she had never given her so much to see.
Now that she knew she had an audience, she was driven to take the game to
the next level. She unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. Crystal looked
hot. Deliberately, she kept her eyes away from the slightly open door, to
give her young sister greater apparent cover. She loved the fact that Gwen
wanted to see her body. Today she felt feelings of extreme liberation, and
she promised her libido she would go all out with the show; at least until
there was significant resistance from the little one. Crystal felt her
period was coming on as well, and this always made her horny (though she
would never have used that word to describe that pleasant feeling).
Crystal's nipples were painfully erect. The bra was stifling. It was
time for it to go away. Very slowly . . . she opened the catch on her
stuffy bra, and eased the overburdened garment down her body, letting her
'tips' come into view, inch by lovely inch. To an excited hiss from the
peeper, Crystal dropped the bra to the floor and massaged her breasts for
relief. She heard the shocked inhalation of air coming from the bedroom,
but pretended not to see or hear. Nonchalantly, Crystal then got up and
washed up; letting lil sis see her ass. Donning a bathrobe, she emerged
from the bathroom, but gave Gwendolyn enough time to move away from the
door. Once in their bedroom, she examined Gwen's expression; the girl had
a very serious look on her flushed face.
Crystal got her hairbrush, and sat at the dresser combing her hair.
Little Gwen was suddenly interested in anything and everything that would
put her in close proximity to her older and very physically developed
sister. Crystal wondered how to keep this very exciting game going. For
some reason that she could not explain, consequences no longer seemed
important.
"Would you like to comb my hair, Gwen?"
Little sister's eagerness was readily apparent in the quick, nervous
movements. Crystal passed her the brush, and watched the cherubic face eye
her with mounting interest. Her robe was not tightly sashed, affording
little sister excellent cleavage vistas. As she combed, Gwendolyn was
experiencing more new feelings below her navel. Those feelings seemed to
direct her. It was obvious she was enthralled and wanted to extend this
momentous moment. Little could she know that Crystal would be more than
willing to oblige her. Seeing her sister's naked bush minutes ago created
a tightness in Gwen's belly. She definitely found the sight pleasurable.
That pussy had looked so big and grown up to ten year old Gwen.
Crystal made sure that she fidgeted just enough to allow her movements
to gradually open the front of her robe. She realized that at this angle,
Gwen was probably able to see parts of her areolas! Judging by little
Gwen's eye movements, that is exactly what was happening! Seeing the
expansive brown 'candy-items', caused the pre-teen's cheeks to redden, and
her respiration to increase. Crystal then noticed how the front of her
sister's shirt distinctly showed two stiff points. 'She's starting to
develop' considered Crystal.
"You know, you're beginning to grow breasts Gwendolyn!"
Sis stopped brushing, and, surprised by that intimate observation,
looked away from the tops of Crystal's robe-clad woman-sized breasts, and
down to her own two stiffening points.
"They look painfully stiff. Are they?"
Crystal looked into her younger sister's face, waiting for a response;
quite smug with herself for finally deciding on a wickedly sinful course of
action. Gwendolyn nodded the affirmative.
"Mine get that way too. They are feeling like your's right now! Would
you like to see?"
Again Gwen went back to looking at the tops of her sister's tits from
her vantage point behind her seated sibling.
"Hey, no fair, you could already see mine!"
Crystal pretended shock as she looked down at her own chest and
'realized' she was already showing a lot of skin, and that her little
sister had seen a good chunk of her goods.
"This is so embarrassing! I didn't know my robe had worked open."
Crystal covered herself up tightly, looking at her sister's disappointed
face.
"You won't tell mom and dad, will you?"
Gwen just shook her head (indicating 'no'). Her hormones were raging,
and she was having hot flashes. Her feelings overwhelmed her. She had to
speak.
"Please . . . can I see?"
Crystal had been waiting for the bait in her trap to spring on
Gwendolyn.
"Okay. I'll show you, just the one, but only for a second!"
She slowly and carefully opened half of the robe, showing her horny
little ten year old sister her adult sized tit, with its large brown
areola. Her nipple had swelled appreciably, and Crystal was getting such a
rush doing this to her little sister. Gwen's eyes were wide with
excitement at the sexy sight. Crystal punctuated the moment by using her
free hand to glide over the exposed breast. First she cupped it from
below, giving her voyeur sister an indication of its weight. Then she
squeezed it and caressed it. Still smiling at the little one, she finally
felt the nipple and areola with her fingertips; exciting both herself and
her admirer.
Gwendolyn had trouble swallowing. The excitement was almost more than
she could bear. Crystal could only take so much herself, and decided the
show was over. She covered up again, much to her sister's dismay. There
was no way the little one would be able to continue brushing Crystal's hair
with those trembling hands. Nothing sexual ever happened in this household
before; not that the pair didn't have curiosity about their own as well as
each other's bodies. Gwendolyn thought her sister was pure perfection.
She wanted more of this wonderful show and tell. But how could Gwen get
Crystal to show her more?
Crystal, on the other hand, was at a sexual simmer like she had been at
the Parker residence earlier; only now, she was in control. Putting the
radio on for cover; moving slowly and deliberately, she wondered if she
could get away with a little more fun with Gwen, and perhaps even get a
little of her own peeking done. The sash around her waist was getting
loose again, showing a fair amount of skin. The brown hair and hazel eyes
contrasted nicely with the white terry cloth of the robe and the creamy,
even-complexioned skin. Crystal sat down on the bed and sized up her
little sister. Gwendolyn looked nervous. The once over she was receiving
from Crystal was stripping Gwen bare in a way. As big sister sat down on
the imposing four poster bed, she let the bottom of the robe fall open to
reveal some thigh. Gwendolyn looked very interested. Similar hazel eyes
stared back in Crystal's direction, only they were atop a slightly framed
girl of ten with darker and shorter brown hair. Gwen had pleasant features
(though still quite a short girl), but would probably blossom nicely in the
coming years. Her freckles were becoming.
Crystal thought back on the recent night when she had gotten almost
busted by her mom. She was watching a cable TV program later than usual
while laying on the big bed in her room. Everyone was still busy after a
church function, but she had somehow snuck away to get ready for bed. Gwen
was already asleep. A show had distracted her from her intended shower.
Normally, she was not allowed to watch such things, but she took the chance
because her parents were busy in the basement, and because her curiosity
got the better of her. It was a piece about a stripper. Crystal had found
it fascinating. When 'Angel' had finally begun dancing, Crystal was
mesmerized. She had always wanted to become a dancer, but knew the family
wouldn't approve. That combination of dancing and stripping had blown
Crystal's little mind. Seeing a naked girl for the first time had really
made her warm inside. There were strange and unfamiliar feelings bubbling
and churning within her. She almost didn't hear her mother come up from
the basement after the gear from the pancake breakfast and fundraiser had
gotten put away. Crystal barely had time to turn off the television before
her mother came in snooping. She still hadn't showered, and was sweaty and
flushed in spite of the fact that she had just killed over 30 minutes by
herself. Mother was suspicious. A long lecture followed, and the TV
curfew had been bumped to 8 PM. Her mother had given her strange looks
that night, and Crystal was very embarrassed at almost getting caught
watching a forbidden program. How much did her mother know? That was a
month ago. The feelings that Crystal had experienced while watching the
young dancer, lingered. She wanted to be a dancer! It was all she could
do to keep her hands off herself, after that program.
Reveling in that memory, Crystal began to feel light on her feet. She
stood up, and buoyed by the music on the radio, she began to dance!
Gwendolyn was amused by the sudden change. She admired the boldness that
was now bursting through Crystal's usually demure personality.
If mom and dad were to catch her, they'd both get their hides tanned but
good! This was not regular dancing. The chemical compounds now coursed
through Crystal's young flesh and slowly altered her inhibitions and mood.
The extra release of dopamine inflicted by the residual compounds, had
placed the well developed teen in a grand mood. This was becoming dirty
dancing, and Crystal was possessed! She simply let all her fears and
inhibitions go and flowed with the music.
Her pace increased, and soon she was dancing like the real thing. Gwen
stared with rapt attention and a broad smile. Crystal's body had memorized
the moves from the television program well. She found a rhythm, and her
feet barely touched the floor. Soon she was using the bed's vertical
supports like an exotic dancer used a brass pole. She spun, whirled, and
flew with the music; her audience only her little ten year old sister. It
was impossible to prevent the robe from opening and flashing the little
one. Crystal played on that fact; teasing the crap out of Gwen, then began
to actually strip!
Mr. and Mrs. Waters were kissing madly in the living room. Years of
unreleased and suppressed passions began spilling over. Fred was wearing
only his raging hard- on. Linda was still clothed, but warming to her
husband's intentions. He almost sucked the woman's tongue out of her. His
strong arms gripped her tighter than necessary. Suddenly, in a burst of
fervor, Fred began tearing Linda's clothes. One by one, the amorous
husband loudly shore the clothing from the slight redhead.
Linda was still lean after all these years. She had a hard time
reaching her husband's lips because of her stature, so Fred maneuvered his
boner between her legs as she straddled it. By leaning back, he was able
to lift his light wife off the floor with his huge cock. It was as if she
was riding a horse bareback. Fred noted his wife was very hot and wet
between her legs. Still kissing and groping at each other, Linda humped
the monstrous tool for pleasure. All reason had been abandoned.
Fred was getting rougher, and Linda was loving it. The bruise on her
temple from her collision with his tool was virtually forgotten. Her
throbbing pain had been replaced by throbbing ardor. Mr. Waters' pupils
became more dilated. He grabbed his wife by her hair and lifted her by it
off his huge prick. He then leant back even more, so that his dick aimed
high. Linda was enjoying the rough play. She knew what was coming; she
was about to be impaled like the whore that she wanted to be. Both of them
were now enjoying excessive profanity. Fred guided his lithe wife over the
end of his shaft, relishing in the added stimulation, and in the control he
was exerting.
Mrs. Waters was becoming dizzy just from looking down at the menacing
prick. She wondered, briefly, if she would survive today's penal
onslaught. Fred began to lower his wife by her hair. His other arm
gripped her waist and guided her on top of his purple helmet. It began to
penetrate her tight pussy; her lubrication had done it's job. He pushed
her upon his meat-puppet, slowly at first, then with more force. Linda
screamed as it filled her.
Meanwhile, upstairs in the Waters children's bedroom, newfound lust and
freedom were exploding. Crystal's robe had long since gave away, leaving
her 100% naked! Gwen didn't seem to mind. Crystal had become the
dancer/stripper of her inspired imagination. Gwen was impressed; impressed
by the sexy entertainment, as well as by the incredible nude sight of her
coveted older sister. She openly stared at the undulating nakedness.
Crystal's breasts were very large for her age, as were the areolae. Gwen
was also moved by her sister's bush, as she was still follicle-free there.
For some reason, she noticed that Crystal's lovely mound appeared slick.
This condition got progressively worse. Gwen was blown away by the
extremely unlikely and sudden turn of events. She was beginning to feel
serious pulses of a positive-like energy, emanating from her groin. It
felt wonderful and strange.
Crystal was sweaty and out of breath. She had to stop. Nevertheless,
she was pleased with herself. The teasing of her sister was fun, but there
was more to be done. Her breathing was rapid; exaggerating the motions of
her magnificent boobage twins. Looking down, she noticed her nipples had
erected epically. The sisters were now seated on the bed, less than a foot
apart. Gwen felt loose enough to keep staring at her sister's body.
"Do you like my body, squirt? I notice you've been staring."
Gwen nodded red-faced. Her sister was close enough to touch. The
areolas crinkled as Gwen scrutinized them. She could feel her sister's
heat from a foot away, and also see the perspiration from her exertion.
"Do they make milk?"
Crystal could see that Gwen was genuinely serious with her inquiry;
silly little girl. She suppressed a chuckle.
"Why don't you put your lips on one and try."
"Really?"
"Sure, we're sisters, so I guess it's okay. What's mine is yours.
Just don't tell mom and dad. We both know they wouldn't approve."
Crystal looked at her sister with anticipation. She placed her hand
under her right d-cup and offered it to Gwen, who was too shocked to move.
Crystal turned toward her sister and gently placed a hand behind Gwen's
head, guiding her to the expectant nipple. Both of them were so excited
about this new intimacy, that they almost passed out. Crystal shuddered as
little Gwendolyn drew near, and finally enveloped the waiting nipple with
her immature lips. Her eyes closed and she sucked with urgency. Shortly,
her hands came up to help steady the tit. Though no milk came out, it
didn't seem to matter to Gwen.
Crystal was in ecstacy. The titty sucking caused wonderful stimulus in
her body. She now had both her hands in Gwen's hair, caressing and
encouraging her. Crystal soon began to purr and moan in response to little
sister's oral ministrations. Her hands slowly explored the youngster's
back; doing so subtly, so as not to frighten her. What sensations!
Downstairs, Fred was fucking the shit out of Linda. Imagine all those
years of marriage, and only two sexual encounters. The levee was breaking
for this couple, and it would be impossible to change the course of passion
now. Nearly his entire shaft was buried in the tiny wife. Suddenly,
Mr. Waters got the urge to spin his impaled wife on his prick, like a
propeller! He used both hands to accomplish this. The right hand pushed
down, while the left pushed up. It was important for Fred to stay on his
toes during this unapproved procedure, otherwise Linda's head could make
unwanted contact with household objects. This unheard of activity only
worked under ideal conditions, which consisted of a very long cock; a very
stiff cock; and a very straight cock. The sensations were out of this
world, and worth the risk to the woman's head and/or furniture!
It was time to move this party into the bedroom. Fred walked carefully
up the stairs, his wife still riding his pony. The hallway was just wide
enough to keep spinning Linda. The radio in the girls room allowed the
parents to pass their room without advanced warning. A slight
miscalculation caused Mr. Waters to move a little too close to the door of
the girls bedroom. The part of the propeller that was Mrs. Waters' head,
banged into the doorknob as she was spun. This caused the door to rapidly
swing open.
"Owww, that smarts!"
Linda was not happy about the unscheduled contact with the piece of
brass. As the door opened, they could not help but look in. Their little
Gwen was sucking the most gorgeous pair of tits belonging to their oldest
daughter! The sisters had not yet noticed the sudden audience. Rather
than put a belt to the impassioned lovers, Mr. And Mrs. Just watched. The
sight caused the monster sized boner to swell more fiercely, and stretch
Linda to the max. Fred needed more stimulation on his prick. He got it by
spinning his wife again; only this time he gave it more muscle. The
combination of his girls in a wanton act of lesbianism, and the mega tight
slot squeezing his dick, caused an orgasm to well up from his balls and
shake his very soul.
His wife screamed from the violence of her latest spin. Startled, the
girls jumped, breaking their Sapphic bliss. They too screamed from the
surprise; then shock, at what they were witnessing in the doorway. It was
too late though. Fred was well on the way to a massive spooge. As he
erupted, he let out a guttural scream that could be heard by neighbors.
Ten years of cum in his balls boiled over. The sheer volume and velocity
of the speeding sperm caused a high pressure bottleneck in Linda's tiny,
tight box. A second later she was launched off the rabid erection, still
spinning. Fred felt what could have been gallons of sperm, pump out of his
sweaty impassioned body. Linda Landed on her head as she hit the floor,
trailing arcs of sperm from her recently overstuffed vagina. She screamed
as she hit the carpet. More jets of jism continued erupting from her
spermicidal maniac husband. He was not even touching it, but his penis
throbbed as he loosened the remains of his load all over the sprawled body
of his wife. The girls screamed again, scrambling from their compromising
positions.
Fred's reptilian brain had been stimulated to the point of orgasm. That
part of him liked what he had done, and kept him hard with the plan of what
he was about to do! The tip of the fourteen inch penis dribbled cum as it
swung and bobbed ahead of him on his way into the girls bedroom. The two
young daughters screamed again in unison; one naked the other holding her
sister tight.
Jade received kudos on her salad. Jenniffer and Astrid were in their
robes again, while Jenna ate casual in Wrangler's and a loose Western
shirt. Jade snickered to herself, as she remembered how deliciously naked
they had all been only a few hours earlier. Feeling 'bushed' and a little
hung over, Jade made her apologies and retired to her room to read the
'St. Beave Catholic School for Girls' handbook.
Once bellies were full, the Parker's went about their business. Astrid
and Jenniffer tidied up, did some chores, and watched some TV. Everyone
felt a Deja Vu. Jenna had this nagging feeling that her dreams had somehow
become prophetic lately, so she kind of moped around the house, deeply
engrossed in her thoughts. When she came upon the big, overstuffed leather
chair (so central in the earlier debauchery), her mind 'hiccuped' a series
of sexy images. Jenna pushed them away. Surely, none of these things
could have possibly happened in real life. She bent down and smelled the
leather seat. She wondered why she did that, but her body seemed to have a
will of its own. The smell was interesting. It excited young Jenna, and
more filthy images flashed on her mind's stage. The stress from all this
thinking and analysis made Jenna yearn for another shot of the Burning Bush
products. Since Jade had thoughtfully (unbeknownst to them) hidden all of
the samples, no one was able to get their 'Bush' fix that evening; making
all a little edgy.
Astrid and Jenniffer wondered if they should tell the other of their
sexy dreams. Jenna was doubly nervous because school was but a morning
away. Alas, one of the drug's side effects was a need for more sleep. All
these issues would have to wait for another opportunity. Reading in her
room, Jade was really puzzled by the strange rules and regulations in her
handbook. Eventually, she and Jenna fell asleep without even their bedtime
prep rituals. The day's activities and the side effects of the Products,
took their toll. Morning would prove colorful, to say the least.
In her dream, Jenna felt her father's presence again. Though dressed in
Arabic- looking clothes, he still wore his medieval helmet from her earlier
dream, and in spite of the fact that his face was thus hidden, she knew it
was him. It had been ages since he died in that oil war; she was always
happy to see him though, even if in but her dreams. He hummed a familiar
tune to her, as if trying to get her attention. She knew this tune.
Leave your Tears behind,
Come with [me] and find,
The Pleasures of a Journey,
To the Center of the Mind,
Come along if you care,
Come along if you dare,
Take a ride to the land inside of your Mind,
Beyond the Seas of Thought,
Beyond the Realm of Wont,
Across the Streams of Hopes and Dreams,
Where Things are really Not,
Come along if you care,
Come along if you dare,
Take a ride to the Land inside of your Mind,
But please realize,
You'll probably be surprised,
For it's a land of no demand,
Where Fantasy is Fact,
So if you can,
Please understand,
You might not come back!
(Acknowledgment: "Journey to the Center of the Mind"; Ted Nugent and
the Amboy Dukes)
The song always reminded Jenna of Him. He used to sing it to her when
she was a toddler; though now the words sounded stifled by the war helmet.
Jenna's mind filled in the weak spots in the melody, and added the music.
Quite handy, the Human Mind. In this particular dream, Bradley stood at a
crossroads; a big 'Y'. He seemed to be aware that his little girl was out
there somewhere, but the war helm seemed to affect his sight as well as
hearing; he seemed unable to respond to her desperate calls. It was as if
he had developed Alzheimer's or something. Suddenly, a rushing ocean
separated them; and as both still called out to each other, they eventually
faded from each other's presence as a vast gulf of space and time drove a
wedge between them. Once again, the dream had turned into a nightmare. Be
that as it may, his presence excited Jenna, and somehow empowered her.
The clock radio insisted it was time to wake for work/school. Its
blaring went unnoticed for a time, and when it finally made its unwelcome
point, Jade cursed under her breath. They were running late for D-day. It
hardly seemed possible it was morning already. Big sister stumbled around,
taking note that she and Jenn had not even undressed for bed the night
before. She threw a pillow at little sister, insisting they needed to get
cracking. They moved like corpses from 'Night of the Living Dead'. In
order to save time, they had to share the bathroom. Luckily, both were too
self absorbed with their personal discomforts to care about privacy issues.
The Parkers cleaned up very well. Uncharacteristically, Mother was
still asleep, and so Jade drove to school in silence, and this silence was
returned by her mute passenger. Jenna had forgotten to ask where Jade had
put the Products, and her body now felt their void. Both of them thought
about the little colorful bottles of endorphine producing toiletries.
Going without a dose for almost 24 hours made them irritable and jittery.
Already, a few cars were in the teacher's parking lot. Both sisters
hoped that the first day would not be too demanding. The building before
them was old. The architecture was European, not Coloradoan in style. All
in all, the edifice had a brooding and masculine aura. Gothic was not for
the faint at heart . . . or those mired in the vast middle of architectural
mediocrity!
As they entered together, Bertha was there at the metal detector. The
butch security person seemed to be in her element. Was Jade mistaken, or
did their sudden appearance draw a leery grin from the big dyke (Jade's
'Gaydar' suggested the woman was indeed very gay)? She tried to avoid eye
contact with her. Jenna felt the same intuitive insights. Head held high,
Jade sashayed confidently through the airport-sized metal detector, which
promptly went off.
"Well well, our new Gym teacher may be smuggling contraband! Please
step to the side, and hold out your arms. This is a hand wand; I will need
to use this on you to determine the source of the alarm. Don't worry, it
doesn't hurt a bit!"
The sisters were embarrassed by the sudden and unexpected insistence of
the alarm. Being shy, they just wanted to blend in their first day. Jade
could not imagine what might have set the damn thing off. Suddenly an
observation struck her; the scanner- wand that was about to be used on her
was not of the typical (phallic) variety. This was worn like a glove, with
a box and dialpad that sat on the back.
Just as a little warning bell sounded in Jade's brain, Bertha did
exactly what she had feared. She used this gloved hand, running it over
Jade's body. The woman had little tact. Her touch was rough, and in
Jade's opinion, much too intimate. Bertha even nonchalantly cupped each
breast during her inspection. Jade blushed to the core. Was that a smile
she saw on the big burly guard? Oh well, it was all in the interest of
safety. Better not to have another Columbine. But, why did the woman use
both hands, when the wand was only on the one?
"Ohhhhh . . ."
The last feel was a cupping of Jade's pudendum under her skirt. The
moan was involuntary. How thoroughly embarrassing!
"You're clear to pass, must'ave been a 'falsie' . . . NEXT! Let's keep
it moving please."
Jenna had not seen all the touching; no . . . groping, as she stood
behind her sister. She knew she would not like to be searched by this
gruff, middle-aged woman. Luckily for Jenna, she had no metallic objects
on her whatsoever.
The alarm promptly went off anyway.
"There must be some mistake. I have nothing under my clothes. Your
machine must be improperly calibrated!"
"Step to the side young lady, and spread out your arms. I am in charge
of security, not you!"
The woman's tone had become more authoritative. Jade cringed at the way
her sister played right into the woman's shoulder that had the chip on it.
To her, it was obvious the bull-dyke had confrontation in mind. She tried
to gesture at her sister to back down, and not aggravate this woman
further. Jenna was too inexperienced to realize how these games were
played.
"Hey . . ."
Jenna was flabbergasted by the rough handling of her pristine virgin
body. The crazy old broad even grabbed her breasts! Her t-shirt was tight
enough to have made it obvious that there was nothing illegal hiding under
there. Why couldn't this woman see the logic of it all.
"Hold still little girl. My job depends on my thoroughness! You
wouldn't want anyone smuggling a nuclear missile in here, now would you?
This is for your own protection."
How ridiculous, thought Jenna. The blonde dyke was treating her like a
child! Admittedly, the woman was thorough. 'Missile my ass' thought young
Jenna. Jade stood watching her sister get groped from just a few feet
away. The contact of this woman's hands upon her sibling, bordered on
inappropriateness; so why did her cunt just spill a teaspoon of nectar into
her panties just by watching? Jade wanted to confront the woman, but the
big guard wore one of those orange pins. That meant she outranked Jade's
green pin. The thing to do was to keep quiet, at least for now, and hope
Jenna has enough sense to do the same.
The fifteen year old was shocked when the woman lifted the front of her
smart looking blue skirt, and cupped her pantied mons. Yelping, she pushed
the woman's hand away reflexively. Jade watched that in horror. She knew,
that force against force should only be employed when you are confident
that you are the superior force. Clearly, Jenna was reacting in a typical
fashion to the invasion, but it would cost her.
"If you interfere again, young lady, you will be disciplined severely!
I suggest you stop wasting my time, or you WILL be punished!"
Bertha had a fistful of the golden blonde's thick hair in her fist, as
she talked at the young woman. Jade was right on the edge of acting in her
sister's defense, when she became aware of something. It was that damn
elevator music again. She had not even noticed it when they came in.
Strangely, she found herself wanting to obey the big security guard, even
though she vacillated toward anger. The damn music made her sleepy and
agreeable, even though she generally found this kind of music very
irritating. The undulating, diametric feelings within her really pissed
her off.
"Bend over, I need to check there too. Hurry up you little brat!"
The security-dyke was disrespectful by all accounts, but she seemed to
be in charge. Jenna's eyes teared up, but she complied. Jade watched a
wicked smile engulf the big Lesbian's face. Bertha still pretended to
watch the indicators on the mechanical sensing device, which did not
produce any warnings after feeling up the boyish ass of young Jenna Parker.
Jenna felt an intruding finger slide over her panties, and between her now
moistening pussy lips. Suddenly, Bertha smacked Jenna's firm rump and spat
out an order.
"Looks like you're clean too, now move along, I've work to do, and next
time you use the student entrance."
With that she shoved her forward Jenna almost lost her balance. Jade
seized her sister by the arm, and hurriedly led her away from this
embarrassing scene. As they were leaving the security area, they heard
another teacher set off the metal detector. They both cringed. The metal
detector obviously caught another potential rule-breaker. Little did they
now it was just a dog and pony show. Everyone Bertha wanted to grope, set
the machine off. It wasn't even a fully operational metal detector!
Mary, the principal, sat in her top floor office, clapping her hands at
all the fun on the monitors. She loved being a teaching professional; it
was such rewarding work. Mary watched the sisters part company in the long
hallway, each one going to their respective destinies. The two females did
not discuss what they just went through.
Jenna went towards the auditorium, while Jade went to the Gymnasium.
Jenna was a little early, so she walked around a bit, checking out her new
daytime home. There was a posting near the sales booth that listed school
sponsored student jobs. She read the list, and the pay intrigued her. She
is going to need gas money for the Lamborghini! A job might be just the
thing!
The long cool woman behind her studied the fifteen year old teen with
enthusiasm. What an outline Jenna presented! She wore a medium short blue
dress with pleats. She presented a delectable outline.
"Looking for a job, honey?"
Jenna was startled, as she did not know anyone was behind her.
"Yes, actually. Can you recommend one on this list?"
"What's your name, blondie?"
"I'm Jenna, and I'm in 10th grade."
"Okay Jenna. Come see me after your last class. You will start today
as my assistant. My listing is the highest paid, and the work is
relatively easy. The nurse's station is in the basement. I'll be
expecting you. My name is Shannon Obanyon. Don't be late."
Jenna couldn't wait to tell her sister about the new job!
The morning was a whirlwind of activities for staff and students. Jade
studied her syllabus, and Jenna listened raptly in the auditorium, to the
myriads of rules she was expected to learn and adhere to. Both sisters
were a little shocked at how small the actual enrollment was. These would
be very intimate classes. Jenna looked around her frequently, noticing how
pretty all her classmates were. There wasn't an out of shape person there!
And the teachers were all so young and beautiful as well. Jenna was proud
as hell, when her sister came up and gave her own little orientation
speech. When it was time for Sister Mary, the principal, to give her
speech - she seemed to float as she approached the podium. A lot of the
students visibly shuddered during her address. Jenna also felt a strange
uncomfortableness. This was not a nice person.
The day sped along; there would be no formal classes until tomorrow.
That made most of the girls smile. On Jade's mandatory 'to do' list, was
getting her student's statistics; height, weight, and all that kind of
stuff. She put the classfull of giggling girls in two columns, and made
them count off. The even numbers went in one row; the odd in the other.
This way, each pair could take statistics of the other, then trade off
again. This was a model of efficiency, and would save a good deal of time;
time for all to get to know each other. Jade passed out all the necessary
paraphernalia and gave instructions on taking the statistical data.
It was quite titillating to watch the teen girls with tape measures
around each other's bust lines; an activity that elicited rampant giggling.
The first class was 7th graders, followed by 8th graders the following
period, and so on. Girls ranged in age from twelve to seventeen. Jade was
thankful she could listen to a different music station in her Gym, though
she still had this feeling of being watched, and sensed an impending evil;
entropy might describe it best. Still, Jade was an optimist, so she made
the best of it. The girl's were all so cute. Oh my. It was distracting.
Quite a few of their nipples became erect after the bust measurements.
That was nice to see.
The information gathered today, would serve two purposes. One reason
for the statistics was for 'before and after' comparisons. The other
reason, was for ordering the little plaid uniforms in the correct sizes.
Jade would need to collate all this of course, before it could be
submitted. She kept an eye on her little sister when the 10th grade girls
had their turn. Jenna seemed to be doing fine, in spite of the incident
this morning. Jade had so much fun this first day. It was as if her
students were more like friends; pretty friends.
Lunch was excellent at the refurbished school. It was not your typical
school fare. On a more disturbing note, Jade was horrified to see the
infamous Burning Bush products for sale; side by side with paper and
pencils. Yes, the kids were buying. This sort of dashed Jade's hopes that
the school was maybe not involved in the potential conspiracy. Another
disturbing thing, was the required physicals with the school nurse. The
thought of that . . . nasty woman, touching her little sister. . .
Speaking of young Jenna, she now stood in front of the frosted door of
the infirmary; as the day was approaching a close. Jenna wished she had
had time to tell her sister about the after school job. This could cause a
transportation conflict, so her new car will really come in handy. She
couldn't wait to get it! Timidly, Jenna knocked. The buzzer sounded,
letting her in. The space had that medicinal smell, but also a pleasant
undercurrent of flower essences; undoubtedly Burning Bush! The sound
system here emitted very upbeat selections; made one almost want to dance!
Jenna heard voices from the direction of a small adjacent exam room. One
of the voices was definitely the hard-bodied, redheaded nurse. The other,
she did not recognize. Clearly, nurse Shannon was aware of Jenna's
presence; she would just have to wait her turn, so she took her time
looking around at all the strange instruments. The infirmary was a
stainless steel lover's dream. One of the tables held a file with Jenna's
name on it. She looked. Inside was a job description for the position she
had apparently stumbled into. It seemed a lot of her activities would
involve cleaning, polishing and disinfecting the queen of surgical metals
(Stainless). Faint crying sounds distracted her. They were coming from
the exam room. Jenna could not help but saunter closer to the source. She
concentrated on hearing the conversation; a distraught teacher was spilling
her guts.
"I just didn't know who else to turn to."
"You did the right thing Jane, honey. Anything you tell me will be
held in strict confidence! Now what is bothering you so much on only your
first day of school?"
"I . . . I don't know how to say it."
"Just take a couple of deep breaths and tell me."
"I can't stay at this school. You see, it's an all girls school."
"What?"
"I can't teach here. There is something wrong with me."
"Whatever do you mean girl?"
"I think I might be having abnormal desires."
"For Pete's sake Ms. Warner, just come out and tell me what your
fucking problem is!"
Nurse Shannon had a short fuse. She was trying to be patient with the
school's new art teacher, but tact was not her bedfellow. Jane had started
to quietly sob once again.
"Look, I'm sure I can help you if you just get to the point."
The lithe blonde was diminutive compared to the tall redhead. She was
afraid to make this confession, but her conscience would not leave her be.
The nurse held her by the elbows, pretending concern.
"This has never happened to me before, but I think I may be having
improper thoughts towards the students, and even some coworkers. Oh
Ms. Obanyon you've got to help me, I think I'm harboring lesbian
fantasies!"
She broke down again, wetting the hands that covered her face in shame.
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