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Hey everybody, long time reader, first time poster. I couldn't get this story out of my head the past few weeks so I decided to put it to (digital) paper. Please feel free to leave a review, or you can contact me at [email protected] if you'd prefer. The usual caveats apply, and please don't repost this without permission. Thanks for reading! _________________________ Small Towns and Homecomings By Akira Marx Where was that line from, "You can never go home again?" Maybe it was some movie, or a book he was supposed to have read in high school? Adam wasn't sure, but the phrase played through his mind as he took another swig from a Miller longneck and placed it back on the cocktail napkin that had been lazily tossed his way on the faux-wood grain patterned bar. Hanging out by himself in a dimly lit slots bar on a Wednesday night wasn't his first choice for recreation, but it's not like there was much else to do in this town. He would know, it's why he left as soon as high school was over in the first place. But even if the town hadn't changed, some things were different from back then. Adam had been one of the popular kids, tall and handsome, he had the muscles and square jaw of one of those movie stars who you find out grew up in some nowhere cattle town before they moved to Hollywood and hit it big. What they don't tell you is how many of those dashing, sensitive leading men were bullies in high school. But that goes for anybody like that, really. The star athlete, the local politician's kid, just pick your archetype. It shouldn't be a surprise, you have all that attention, all that charisma, you think it wouldn't go to your head? Not even a little? It certainly did for Adam, captain of the football team and boy picked 'Most Likely to be a Millionaire' in the senior yearbook. HIs high school days were spent stuffing nerds and queers and fatties into lockers, the nights driving around in one of his teammates' trucks, taking potshots at mailboxes with his .22. Thinking back on it, Adam wished he could say that he hated being like that at the time, but only with the remove of a decade and about four hundred miles did he come to see what a shitty person he was back then. He took another long pull from his beer, finishing it. He picked his phone up off the bar, looking at the time, seven forty-five, still too early to go back. He got the bartender's attention, not too hard considering there were only a few other people in the place, and gestured for another round. Well, even if this place wasn't his first choice of where he wanted to be, it was still higher on the list than the Buffalo Wild Wings two exits up the interstate. His cell phone buzzed, sending vibrations the length of the bartop, and lit up with a vivid, animated shutdown screen. Shit, he forgot he barely got any service here. He had neglected to charge his phone earlier and it must've drained down trying to connect to a tower all day. Bells clanged and a tinny rendition of 'Ode to Joy' struck up from somewhere behind him. "Hey, Frank! What was that, a full house?" The bartender, Susie, yelled above the din to one of the patrons, a skinny, older man, hair grey and combed over, doing a bad job of hiding a sizable bald spot. He was sitting at a video poker machine that now had a red light flashing above it to go along with the butchered Beethoven. The most entertainment since he sat down, Adam watched the bartender as she opened the register, counting out bills into Frank's hand like Monty Hall on one of those old game shows. His eyes continued to follow her as she came back down to his end of the bar. Susie was the motherly sort, late middle age with her years of tending bar and secondhand smoke etched into her lined face. She was as much a fixture of the saloon as the bar itself. Susie had served Adam his first beer, along with a few dozen more that he had enjoyed there with his fake ID back when it was still a place that kids hung out at. That was before the sheriff cracked down on underage drinking, needing something to scapegoat for the influx of more illicit substances into the community. "What'll it be, hon?" she asked, looking past him. "Hey Susie, can I get a seven and seven?" a soft voice came from the stool next to Adam's. He must've missed the person sitting down during the earlier commotion. Susie deftly mixed a couple dark liquids into a highball glass, topping it off with a long blast from her soda gun. She set the drink in front of Adam's new neighbor. "Put it on your tab?" The person nodded, and Susie went back to the register to make a note in a ledger kept under the bar. "Ha, only person I ever saw drink a seven and seven was this girl I used to date," Adam, tired of drinking alone, tossed out in an attempt to make small talk. "A little too sweet for my taste." The person next to Adam listlessly swirled the thin plastic stirrer in their cocktail, "Yeah, I used to have them with my sister before she moved out. Never really got used to beer after." The mousy voice rang a bell, he turned slightly to look his companion over. A slight figure sat perched on the stool to his left, a ball cap on their head pulled down almost to their brow, shading their face. They wore an oversized flannel shirt, buttoned up and draped over slender shoulders like a poncho, rolled up sleeves revealed a pair of lithe, hairless arms. From the waist down, baggy, straight leg wranglers ended at a dirty pair of what used to be white chucks, now grey with dried dirt and wear. "Hey, nothing wrong with that," Adam chuckled. He raised his beer, offering a toast, "To girls and the trouble they'll get you in," The drink was held out, hanging awkwardly for a second, before the stranger realized their role in the proceedings and timidly clanked their glass against his bottle. Not the icebreaker he had hoped, they sat in silence for another minute before Adam mused out loud, mostly to himself this time, "What was her name?" He drummed on the lucite finished surface with his fingertips, running through his mental rolodex of all the girls he had fooled around with in high school. "It wasn't Jessie, not Steph, was it Meghan?" His presumptive drinking partner remained silent, staring at their drink, as he continued to list names. "No, it was something like Hannah...or Hailey...or-" "Holly," the stranger finally spoke up, keeping their eyes down. "It was Holly Sullivan." Adam snapped his fingers, "That's it. Holly Sullivan! Damn, she was a fun time." he studied his companion again. They looked too young to have been in school together, but he could swear he had seen them before. "That's funny you knew that. Do you know Holly from somewhere?" They finally looked up, turning towards Adam. The face was gentle. Big, soft eyes and a delicate nose with a slight upturn at the end. A splash of freckles contrasted with smooth, pale skin, a milky, blemish-free complexion made them look barely old enough to get into an R-rated movie without being carded, let alone to be in an establishment like this. "Yeah, she's my sister." The reedy voice had a tinge of resentment to it. "How's it going, Adam?" The previously cocksure man did a double take, surprise overcoming him, "Holy shit, you're Holly's brother? Damn, Little Jordie Sullivan, how about that!" "Yeah..." Adam was still agog. "Look at you! Wow, I don't think I've seen you since-" "Since you and your friends said we were going to go swimming at the reservoir but you stole my shorts and left me alone out there with only a t-shirt," Jordan gave him his answer, just not the positive memory he was fishing for. Shame filled Adam's face, it was now his turn to look away. "...Oh yeah. Shit, that was the day Holly broke up with me." "I wonder why?" Jordan intoned sarcastically. "Man, I'm sure it doesn't mean much now, but I'm real sorry about that. I was a huge asshole back then." He picked at the label on his beer bottle. Jordan let out a deep sigh. "It's alright. That was almost ten years ago, maybe you have changed. I know I definitely have." Relieved by his absolution, Adam was instantly in better spirits. "I'll say, I mean look at you. You used to be up around, what, two-fifty?" The younger guy gave him a wry smile. "Yeah, I wasn't too happy with my body back then for some reason," he thought back to how merciless the older kids were about his weight, "I knocked off a little more than a hundred pounds. Guess that's the positive side of bullying, huh?" Adam threw his head back and let out a groan. "Aaagh, Dammit, dude." He fidgeted uncomfortably. "I know this probably isn't the right takeaway, but I mean you look like you turned out alright. A good looking guy like you probably can get into any girl's pants you want," Adam gave him a wolfish grin and a nudge with his elbow. The laugh blurted out uncontrollably. Jordan couldn't help but smile at the misguided compliment. "Yeah, something like that. But really, don't worry about it. It's water under the bridge," Jordan tried to soothe the former bully's battered feelings. "Alright, cool." Glad the matter was settled, Adam relaxed again. "You hanging out for a while? I gotta piss but let me get your next round and we can keep catching up," He got up from his seat and disappeared into the back of the smoke hazed room. He saw Susie and Jordan chatting about something when he returned a couple minutes later, the barkeep placing two identical cocktails on the bar right as Adam returned to his stool. "What's this?" he asked, eyeing the glass. He took a slug not waiting for an answer, the bite of the booze stinging more than expected. Jordan laughed at the involuntary grimace, "A couple seven and sevens, for Holly. I told Susie to make yours a double to cut some of the sweetness." "How considerate of you," Adam chuckled. He settled back onto his seat and took a longer gulp, trying to reassert his machoness to his old victim and new friend. The two fell into comfortable conversation, Jordan egging on the once- upon-a-time football star to recap his former glories. Instead, Adam told the story of his college days, how not being the big fish in a small pond anymore taught him to reflect on his past behavior. An internship in Nashville let him fall in love with city life and the old hometown faded into the back of his mind. He was back in town for the first time in years for his grandparents' fiftieth anniversary. Staying at his parents' house, sleeping in his childhood bedroom, proved to be suffocating. While all of the mementos of his youth - the football trophies on the shelves and posters of cars and girls in swimsuits still on the walls - were more embarrassing than heartwarming, it was the lack of privacy that wrung out his patience. HIs parents were around the house all day. Both retired, partly by choice, partly because the local plant closed down last year and his father hadn't been able to find a job since. With the better part of a week to kill, Adam found himself leaving the house in the morning and trying to find anything at all to pass the time. He tried the library, Another day just walking laps around the inside of the what passed for the local mall outside of town, and ultimately, that's how he found himself sitting at the bar waiting for a late enough hour when he figured his parents would be in bed and he wouldn't have to deal with them. Jordan listened attentively, signaling for Susie any time Adam's drink got low, keeping pace and glad to have told her to go light on the pours. Well, light for one of the two of them. The hours passed, the back and forth pleasant and easy. And while Adam was prone to launching into long monologues, he found himself having to pull details from Jordan piece by piece. "Hey, how is your sister?" "Good. She moved out to California." "What about you, did you do college or decide to skip it?" "I'm almost done with my associates." "And your folks?" "...They're fine." Even in Adam's increasingly intoxicated state, he could tell that last one was a touchy subject. The truth was that while Jordan wasn't necessarily avoiding talking about themself, it's just not something that came naturally. Had Jordan been gifted with Adam's loquaciousness, the full story would probably include more details about how high school was torture even after Adam graduated. It's not like there was relief coming, all that happens is that a new crop of shitheads take the place of the old ones, and they always gravitate to picking on the fat, stumpy, unathletic boy. The threads started fraying with Jordan's parents when the absence notes started piling up junior year. It's tough to make a living in this town, even harder if you don't graduate high school. But for Jordan, dropping out didn't seem like a big deal when there wasn't anything worth sticking around for. It's not like you needed a degree to be an artist anyway. A romantic idea at seventeen years old, running away from home and finding a group of poets and painters, impressing them with your passion and vision and just surfing from couch to couch when you need a place to stay. But when you don't even have the fifty bucks to make the bus fare to Chicago, you might find your dreams crash and burn before they can even take off. So Jordan found an apartment in town, got a job over at the mall, and eventually, a GED. Not stated, even in Jordan's own internal narrative, is that the weight loss was less a concerted effort and more a product of not having money for food combined with the sometimes eight mile round trip walk to work on days when there was nobody to bum a ride off of. Not that the slimmer figure wasn't welcomed, but Jordan avoided spending too much time looking in the mirror, at a loss for if the body reflected back was truly what it should be. As the extra padding disappeared slowly but steadily, the bony form, sticklike limbs and narrow hips, torso a straight line from shoulders to waist, should've been something to be proud of but never quite felt that way. It was another while, longer than it should've been, before Jordan came to terms with what was being avoided, and started taking positive steps with professional guidance. That's when Jordan got on Medicaid, started seeing a therapist and going to the doctor, and enrolled in the local community college, all a little more than a year ago. Back in the present, the bar had emptied, the video slots and poker machines had gone quiet, and Sportscenter was on its third loop on the modest flatscreen perched in the corner of the room. Susie rapped her knuckles on the bartop, breaking the spell that had enveloped the pair. "Alright fellas, as much as I'm happy for your little reunion here, it's past last call and y'all need to get going so I can close up." "Shit, is it that late already?" Adam slurred. He looked at his phone, forgetting that it had died hours ago. He turned to Jordan, "Hey, can you call me an uber? I don't think I should drive home." Jordan laughed, a sparkling giggle, "Adam, do you think you're still in the big city? There's no taxi coming out this late." Jordan got up from the stool, tugging on the bigger man's arm, guiding Adam up onto unsteady feet and almost toppling both of them over. "Easy there, hoss. You're twice my size, I might not be able to catch you next time." "Well...well how am I supposed to get home?" Adam asked, his brain trying to work through the sludge of too many whiskeys. "Why don't you come back to my place," Jordan offered. "I'm right around the corner." The duo stumbled out of the pub onto the sidewalk. Jordan guided the deadweight down the block with considerable difficulty, passing brick facades of mostly abandoned shopfronts, to a nondescript door between a drugstore and a Chinese restaurant. Up a set of rickety carpeted stairs, creaking beneath their combined weight, unlocking the entrance to a tiny one bedroom apartment. Adam was led to a ratty couch where he slumped over, struggling to keep his eyes open. "Hey, take your shoes off. You'll feel better," Jordan implored the drunk lump. Adam pawed at his feet, doing a terrible job of undoing the laces on his desert boots. He banged the chunky footwear together and eventually managed to push them off. "Here, drink this." Jordan had filled a glass with water from the tap and put it on the chintzy acrylic coffee table in front of the inebriated man. "I'm going to get changed." Adam noticed the bathroom light turn on and the door close. He focused on taking careful sips of water, closing his eyes and praying to the gods of alcohol to make the room stop spinning. The sound of water running, then a high pitched whirring came from where Jordan had disappeared. What went unseen from Adam was the culmination of Jordan's plan. There was hope that maybe the groundwork could be laid, but Jordan never imagined that Adam would be back here tonight. Hurrying to get everything perfect, drawers were overturned and an array of powders and creams were strewn out on the edge of the bathroom sink. A quick trip into the bedroom to grab the necessary change of clothes, and then back in front of the bathroom mirror, ceiling and ring light on, searching for any flaws. Jordan had immediately tossed the baseball cap, a concession made to avoid looks from some of the more small minded around town, and shook out scrupulously maintained, straw colored hair, then pulled it back with a cloth band. A once over to make sure there were no stray brows, stopping to tweeze a couple errant follicles, and then a quick cleanse with soap and water. Satisfied, Jordan turned to the various brushes and sponges at hand. First came the foundation, a thick, peachy cream that covered all visible freckles. Blotting with a blender, a smooth, almost featureless face stared back. The perfect canvas to begin the desired transformation. Following with pencils, browns and blacks, thin, arched eyebrows traced and demarcated a subdued brow bone. Extra care was taken next, a dusting of pale orange covered the top lid, followed by a small circle of cacao brown that was gently swept into a diffuse, shadowy border. Burnt charcoal was layered over top, all blended with a feathery soft brush into a dusky sunset, the darker shade finally dragged along the lower lash line. A bright pop of gold highlighted the inner eye, all to emphasize Jordan's naturally yellow irises. Finishing up with a flick of the wrist, liner was drawn out into a pronounced cat eye. Three coats of jet black mascara created long, fluttering lashes that would be the envy of any starlet. A very sparse blush, lighter than a desert rose, dusted sharp cheekbones. Silver highlights and skilled contouring narrowed the bridge of the nose and softened an already round chin. Foregoing liner, Jordan painted on a sticky, wet strawberry lip gloss and replaced the plain silver posts in their ears with a pair of bejeweled heart shaped studs. Finishing the look, a brush ran through thick tresses to get out any tangles, the tips of the glossy locks reaching a few inches past Jordan's shoulders. A quick blow of the hair dryer and a few shots of hairspray gave it the desired wave and bounce. A couple dabs on wrists and behind the neck from a dusty bottle of perfume and it was time to check on their guest. Adam stirred when he heard the door open. A dark form silhouetted against the backlight from the bathroom moved towards him. He blinked several times, trying to clear the blurriness, settling on squinting with one eye closed. What he saw took his breath away. His gaze following from top down, a familiar girl stood before him. A cute but strikingly made up face was framed by a golden mane. A slender neck gave way to rounded, sloping shoulders wrapped in a starched white blouse, collar closed with a royal blue ribbon tied into a clean, bouncy bow. The lines of the top hugged a waspish torso, darting in where the faint outline of a black bra could be seen through the iridescent material, a gentle swell rolling over a narrow chest. The elastic band topping the pleated tartan skirt encircled a tiny, nipped in waist then flared out again at the hem, stopping just past halfway down shapely thighs. A seemingly vast gap that spread between the skirt and inky dark knee high socks exposed twin expanses of tender, coltish leg. The opaque hosiery hugged every inch of calf and shin, caressing daintily tapered ankles, finally ending in a pair of black patent mary janes with definitely not dress code approved three and a half inch stiletto heels. Adam fought through his clouded mind, amazed to be seeing the same girl he hadn't thought of in so many years until tonight in front of him. "Holly? Is that you?" He stood up, reaching out to the mystery person wearing the girls' uniform from their high school. She moved towards him, heels clicking on the linoleum floor. He was mesmerized, hypnotized by sensually swaying hips as she slowly closed the distance. His thoughts were muddled, trying to make sense of how his ex looked exactly the same as she did ten years ago. Ah, this was a dream. It had to be, that was the only explanation. Adam was starting to put it all together. That didn't stop him from feeling a bulge growing in his pants, but then again that wasn't too different from a good portion of his dreams normally. He started getting ahead of himself, imagining several acts he would like to engage in with the girl who was soon to become a literal walking wet dream. A step away, his nostrils filled with the reminiscent scent of vanilla and citrus, a favorite of most of the girls a decade ago, he remembered. His hand still held out, waiting to embrace her, when she suddenly stumbled, her heel catching an invisible obstacle, and tumbled right into Adam's chest. He wrapped her up in his arms and fell back onto the couch, keeping her in his grasp even after they were safely settled. She was as light as a feather, resting on top of Adam, he barely felt her soft touch. The schoolgirl giggled, a musical sound that aroused the supine man further. "Sorry," the voice a breathy nasal tone, "I'm not really used to these heels." Not waiting for a response, she reached to his waist with tiny hands, unzipping his fly and slipping inside, clumsily trying to free his trapped cock. The tumble had cleared his senses some. He made note of his unfamiliar surroundings and remembered that he had come back to Jordan's apartment after they left the bar. Tentatively, he repeated his earlier question, "Holly?" The answer came in a seductive whisper, alluring lips inches away from his ear, "I am if that's who you want me to be, baby." She then nibbled on the bottom of Adam's lobe. Adam bolted upright, knocking the girl off of the couch. She landed on the floor with a thud. A body length's distance between them now, he looked more closely at the person sitting on the ground. "Jordan? Is that you?" "I said you could call me Holly if that makes you feel better," She flashed him an impish grin and licked her lips, dropping her eyes back to Adam's rock hard dick, sticking straight up from his open pants. Her eyes transfixed, it was big. Bigger than the dildo in her nightstand she had practiced on a few times before. She swallowed, unsure if it was out of nerves or anticipation. "Holy shit, Jordan! What the fuck-" His protests suddenly cut off when Jordan enveloped the head of his cock with her mouth. He gasped involuntarily, his voice caught in his throat. Jordan shifted to her knees, the difference in height between the floor and the couch giving her the perfect leverage as she began to bob up and down on the prodigious tool. Adam half heartedly tried pushing her away, giving a token shove to her shoulders that didn't stop her ministrations. She kept her focus on the task at hand, taking a little more of Adam's stiff rod into the silky confines of her wet mouth each time. Not able to get much more than halfway down his shaft before feeling her own gag reflex send warnings, she used a hand to jerk what wouldn't fit. Settling into a rhythm, she began adding other maneuvers along with her sucking. Having never done this with an actual person before, she threw the kitchen sink at the trapped dick hoping some of it would feel good. Adam had received better blowjobs before, but this may have been the most enthusiastic one he had gotten in a long time. At first he was frustrated by the confusing variety. A tongue swirling around the hole of his dick or licking the underside of his glans would abruptly stop, only to be replaced by soft fingers massaging his balls, then followed by a deep suction as he felt hollowed cheeks pull in and teeth lightly but pleasantly scrape his skin. He found the constant switching preventing him from building up too much of a head of steam and was keeping him on edge longer than he would usually last. It had been about fifteen minutes and Jordan's jaw was getting sore. She wasn't sure if Adam was enjoying the blowjob, but since he hadn't tried to punch her out yet, she figured that it wasn't all bad. She lifted off his cock, trapping the head between her lips when she felt a pair of hands on the back of her head. She glanced up through dark lashes, seeing Adam looking back down at her in a dreamy stupor. A light pressure on her head told her to keep going. She bobbed even quicker, Adam's fingers intertwined in her hair and guiding her pace with the occasional push or pull. She heard his breathing quicken and could feel his pulse pound on her tongue, when suddenly Adam pushed harder than before. His cock hit the back of her throat, meeting the resistance of her surprise. She coughed around the engorged meat, sputtering out a few bubbles of spit, but on the next push she felt the velvety smooth skin of his cock slide all the way past her tongue, the bulbous tip entering her throat, The dick swelling to become thicker than it already was. Adam held her head there, emitting a low, guttural grunt when his cock erupted, sending shot after shot of hot, sticky cum straight down Jordan's throat. She couldn't resist if she wanted, her nose buried in the rough khaki material of Adam's pants, and swallowed as fast as she could, the undulation of her throat muscles massaging every last drop from the rapidly deflating penis. The dick fell limply from her mouth, a string of jizz and saliva stretching from the tip of the cock to her plump, pink lips. She continued to look up at Adam, panting to catch her breath after her air was briefly cut off by the massive cock. "So, not bad, huh?" Jordan licked her lips again, making sure he saw that she had swallowed it all. Dazed, Adam stammered, "Yeah...uh yeah. Not bad," He was at a loss, not sure what he should do as he sat there with his dick hanging out of his pants, metal teeth from his zipper biting into the sensitive flesh, the cool air chilling him and causing it to shrink further as Jordan's saliva dried on his soft member. He tried to collect himself and make sense of what just happened, "But what are you doing? What's with this?" He waved a hand at the seated girl's whole body in wonder. Too drunk, too tired, too spent from the aftermath of ejaculation, Adam had asked the question from pure curiosity, but was unable to convey the nuance needed to make it sound like anything but rejection. Her adrenaline dissipating, Jordan couldn't believe that she had been so aggressive. She forced away the tears that were trying to well up in the corners of her eyes, not wanting Adam to see her with ruined makeup. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have," she sounded dejected. "I don't know why I thought anybody would want to be with somebody like me." Adam, sensing his words had hurt her, quickly objected, "No! That's not what I meant," He tried to get a handle on his own confused feelings. "I just. I mean yeah, it's not what I thought I'd be doing tonight, but come on, like you do realize this is a little weird, right?" He nervously let the last part hang, afraid it might wound Jordan further. She sniffled, looking down at her own lap not wanting to make eye contact before she started laughing softly. There was that effervescent giggle again, too bubbly to come from any boy. "Yeah, I guess I'm kinda fucked up," the smile on her face genuine. "Hey, that's not what I meant." Adam sounded concerned. "I just mean like, this obviously didn't start tonight, so tell me what's up," He held his hand out, Jordan using it to scramble off the floor and onto the couch next to him. She sat with her legs folded beneath her, the plaid skirt pooled around her legs, the heels that she struggled with earlier just barely peeking out. Reassured that he wasn't going to try to run away, or better yet he wouldn't beat the shit out of her, Jordan let out everything she had avoided saying for all those hours at the bar. She told him about what happened between her and her parents and how she still hadn't come out to them, but that she had told Holly. The school uniform was Holly's and so were most of the other girl clothes in Jordan's closet. She couldn't afford much for herself and had made do with what she had left behind after she moved out west. She told him about the couple years spent adrift, and even some of the more dire thoughts she had during the darker days. How thinking back to the times that Adam and the other boys had tormented her should've helped her realize her true feelings but didn't. "Wait, how could me torturing you have helped in any way?" Before he noticed he was doing it, Adam had reached for Jordan's hand, interlacing her delicate fingers in his, feeling her trembling despite the brave front she was putting up. She chewed on her lip, embarrassed to admit this part out loud, but once you swallow somebody's spunk there's really no reason to be bashful around them. "OK, so did you ever wonder why even though you were so cruel to me that I kept following you around and was always underfoot when you would come over to see Holly?" "Um...no, not really. I was kind of used to people fawning all over me." He paused, hearing how that sounded. "Jesus, I really was an asshole." "Yeah, well for me it wasn't because I was impressed with the star football player. Ah, maybe a little, but more because I thought your butt looked cute in those tight football pants." Adam's eyebrows raised, realizing what Jordan was implying. "I mean, I didn't get it myself back then, but I had the biggest crush on you," The words were flowing freely, Jordan couldn't stop until she got it all off her chest. "And I was so jealous of Holly, so that's probably why I would try to get between you two. But that's also why I think I have this idealized image of that time, or really of Holly back then, because I looked up to her so much and she got to go out with this boy who I was so in love with not that I knew that I was in love..." She trailed off, her face and neck as red as a sunburned tomato. Adam took a beat to process what he just heard. "So I guess that explains the costume." Jordan was so ashamed, she wanted to run from the room, or for the earth to swallow her up, or at least hide her face so he would stop looking at her. "Oh god, now you know how crazy I am. I'm so sorry about everything, you probably never want to see me-" She was cut off as Adam leaned in and forcefully kissed her. Her mouth still open slightly as she was in mid-sentence, she was startled to feel a tongue sliding between her lips. The sweet, artificial chemical flavor and tackiness of the lip gloss brought back long forgotten memories for Adam. Maybe she was right that the nubile schoolgirl thing did work on him, playing on his ego and making him feel like a horny teenager again. Aside from that, he was intent on showing Jordan that he wasn't bothered by her admission, grabbing her up into a strong embrace. The shock worn off, Jordan began kissing back. She wrapped both arms around Adam's neck, giving a languorous moan as she sucked on his tongue. They continued making out, when an unexpected presence made itself known against her hip. Looking down she realized that Adam's cock had never been put away, and all the kissing must've gotten him excited again. She repositioned herself onto her knees so that his dick was pressing against the front of her thighs, then spread her legs slightly so she could slide back and forth over the reawoken hard on, letting him fuck the soft pocket she had surrounded it in. "Wait, wait." Adam held her still. "I already went, it's your turn now." He reached under her skirt, pushing aside the flimsy material of the black lace thong that had imprisoned her hidden penis between her legs, letting it spring up into his hand. She felt his calloused fingers gently stroke her, the careful tugging sending little shocks of pleasure through her belly. "God damn, I made the right choice bringing you back here," she whimpered. "But that's not going to get the job done." Adam stopped, not sure if he should continue. He didn't have any experience with guys, or girls who were once guys, and just figured that starting with their dick was the safest bet. "Um, what should we do then." His voice apprehensive, a nagging thought in the back of his mind hoping Jordan wouldn't ask him to return the favor with a blowjob of his own. He wanted to reciprocate, but wasn't sure if he was ready for that. Jordan gave him a devilish smile, her yellow eyes lighting up, burning like amber in the dim light of the apartment. "I want you to fuck me," she let the pronouncement hang while she watched him take it in. "No, but really, with all the hormones I'm on I don't get hard anymore, so I need some prostate stimulation to go along with what you were just doing." Before he could give an answer, his still sobering mind weighing the extent of what she just told him, Jordan popped up from the couch and started strutting towards the bedroom. Her heels clacked with each exaggerated step, pleated skirt dancing around her legs, hips rolling from side to side and skinny behind swaying invitingly. She stopped abruptly, tossing her hair and glancing over her shoulder, catching Adam's gaze fixed squarely on her ass. "So are you coming or not, stud?" she purred before continuing into her room. His body making the decision his brain was still catching up to, Adam leapt from his seat and hurried to join her. Entering the room, he found Jordan reclined back on the bed, propped up against the headboard, one knee pulled in towards her chest. Adam quickly undid his belt and dropped his pants, grabbing the back of his shirt and pulling it over his head. Jordan moved to undress as well, her nimble fingers undoing the buttons on her blouse. "No," she was pulled up short by the deep voice, desire pulsing through the single word. "Leave it on." Feeling the lust rapidly filling every corner of the room, an almost perceptible pressure which made her loins throb, she bit her lip coyly, giving her best come hither look to the nude man she had fantasized about for so long. Despite the years that had passed since he last played ball, Adam still possessed a well built physique. His muscles rippled beneath his skin as he strode to the bed, the primal look in his eye sending chills down Jordan's spine as he loomed ever closer. Adam positioned himself above his smaller partner, an arm placed on either side pinning her beneath him. They picked up where they left off in the living room, lips meeting for several deep, time stopping kisses. Jordan buried her hands in the black, wiry hair that carpeted Adam's broad chest. Her toes pointed and a gasp escaped from her lip gloss smeared mouth as the burly man kissed his way down her neck, his three- day stubble scratching her with a pleasurable grit. She held him close as they gingerly sunk into a lying position, anticipation building as she breathed in his musk of cologne, sweat, and desire, all mixed with a hint of whiskey. She felt her lover's mass looming over her, a deep yearning growing in the core of her soul. This was the moment she felt like herself for the first time. Juxtaposed with the hulking brute above her, she was never more glad to have shed the notion of being a boy. His was a body made for power, to get dirty in the fields and to bend hard iron at a forge. Arms thick and angular, legs as broad as kegs. His back was wide to bear the heavy burdens of all he supports. Jordan closed her eyes and felt Adam's rough hands trace the lines of her body. His strong arms wrapped around her pinched waist. A paw of a hand slid down past rounded hips, caressing the smooth skin at the edge of her skirt, pausing briefly before moving back up underneath. In one motion, he yanked the slip of cloth that held her tucked, pulling the thong down lithe legs and over the high arched foot and rounded toe of her quintessentially feminine footwear. Panting with desire, she felt fingers at her collar, then a forceful tug as buttons popped, skittering across the bedroom floor as they fell. "Hey, I thought you said you wanted me to keep the uniform on," she pouted, pretending to be upset. "Sorry, I couldn't help myself." Adam sounded like a chastened little boy. He took that distraction to look over the fair skinned beauty beneath him, seeing for the first time the constellation of freckles spread across her upper chest. For the briefest of seconds, the image of a crying, pudgy boy chasing after a speeding away pickup flashed through his mind. Shaking his head, he was back in the present, breath taken away anew by the angelic figure in his grasp, his body agreeing with what his eyes took in, what could only be a gorgeous woman. Adam used his teeth to undo the bow that had been keeping Jordan's blouse from fully opening then brushed both sides apart, exposing her lacy black bra. "Your boobs," he stared dumbly. "You have boobs...". Jordan arched her back off the mattress, thrusting her breasts forward. "They're real, if you're curious." She pressed her soft chest into his hard muscle. "I'm a B right now, but the doctor says they should get bigger." "Yeah, Well they're making something else bigger already," Adam growled, poking his tumescent rod against Jordan's leg. She tried her best not to, but couldn't help laughing, "Seriously? Is that your best dirty talk?" The mood broken, the nymph pushed herself out from under the larger man. "Wait, come on. It wasn't that bad, was it?" Adam propped himself on his elbow. He watched as Jordan turned away and opened up the drawer of her nightstand. "I mean, yeah, it was. But that's not the problem," she said as she rooted through the contents of the drawer, eventually giving out an excited squeak, and turned around holding a small plastic tube. "We need lube if you're going to fuck me." Jordan squeezed a generous amount of the clear goop onto her palm and started rubbing her hands up and down the length of Adam's shaft. Content she had applied enough, gliding effortlessly with each stroke of her fingers, she reached around herself and made a move to prepare her own entrance. "Wait, let me." Adam took the tube from her hand, using little effort to position her on all fours, he at the foot of the bed and she facing the headboard. He flipped up her skirt, revealing her bare behind. Looking forward, Jordan felt a glob of the cool, slick liquid land at the base of her tailbone and drip between her cheeks, sending a chill up her spine, her thick nipples hardening instantly. She let out a yelp as a thick finger entered her. "Hey, give a girl a little warning," she mewled, biting her lip as the digit was worked in and out, loosening her up. It was soon joined by a second, and then a third, stuffing her as much as she had ever felt with any of her toys. Adam pulsed his fingers a couple more times before withdrawing them from Jordan's ass. He readied himself, both hands grabbing onto the former boy's well rounded hips, the swollen head of his cock resting against her pillowy soft butt. "OK, here's your warning." He moved his hips forward, slowly parting those fleshy cheeks. "Wait!" Jordan cried out, stopping Adam abruptly just shy of the promised land. "This is my first time." Jordan felt ashamed to admit it out loud, her face burning, unseen from her would-be lover. "Really? You're not just doing a bit because of the schoolgirl thing, are you?" Sheepishly, she answered, "Yeah, really..." Still poised to penetrate, Adam had difficulty holding himself back. "Hey, that's fine. I'll go slow." The line he had used more than once back in high school came tumbling out of his mouth, a practiced reflex so his pleasure wouldn't be denied. A faint whisper, just loud enough for her partner to hear, "Please..." Without a response, she felt a hard phallus entering her. The immediate thought was that it wasn't so bad, and regardless of his intention when he said it, Adam, was true to his word and was pushing in slowly. But even with the leisurely pace, it didn't remain that comfortable for long. Her anus stretched, trying to accomodate the girthy intruder. A little more entering, filling her, relentless. Jordan whimpered, a moderate pain, she felt like she was being split open. Jordan had fantasized about this moment countless times, using a silicone stand in for the hunky football star, and had gotten an idea of his size when his dick was in her mouth, but she never imagined he would be so much bigger than the seven inch "realistic" dildo she had practiced with. Suddenly, the invasion paused. Jordan looked over her shoulder, an animalistic look in her eye from forcing her body to not flee the odd sensation. "Is that it?" her breathing labored. Noticing the inexperienced girl's distress, Adam tried to assuage her worry. "Almost all the way in, but we can stop if you want." Adam was aware of his endowment, maybe even a little too proud of it if he was being honest, but it had been a long time since he had taken somebody's virginity and had forgotten the extra care that requires. "No, no. I'm just getting used to it." Jordan gritted her teeth, trying to project confidence. "Alright, if you say so. But tell me if you want me to stop," He shifted his weight on his knees, causing him to wiggle his hips a little, and watched as Jordan involuntarily flexed her spine. 'Holy shit, whatever he did felt good,' Jordan thought to herself. But whatever it was, the flash of pleasure was enough to relax her. She was able to once again focus on all of the signals she was receiving from her body, also noticing that any pain had subsided. A new host of stimuli raced through her being. Adam had resumed his careful thrust, but the pressure now remained even, allowing Jordan to appreciate not only how he filled her, but also marvel at how clearly she could feel the texture of him. His velvety soft skin rubbed every millimeter of her inner walls, the bulb of his head parting the way as it proceeded further. A squiggly ridge, pulsing with each heartbeat, extended to his base. After a brief but enjoyable time, she felt the gentle caress of leathery skin and sparse, coarse hair against her thighs. Her center of gravity shifted now that Adam had her fully skewered, the two becoming a single entity. Then all at once, he retreated. A little quicker than he had advanced, but still gradual, deliberate. The fullness was replaced with emptiness, agony with ecstasy, resistance with surrender. Pausing just before he had fully exited, Adam hung there, smooth flesh grasping and trying to pull him back in. He reversed course, sliding in to the hilt. Then out. Back in. Out. In. Quicker each time, more forceful. Jordan let out a high pitched grunt every time she felt balls slapping against her. Her body shook each time Adam hit bottom, causing her perky breasts to jiggle despite their confinement, her tender nipples caressed by delicate lace. Her hips moved counter to her lover's, rocking to the rhythm he had set. She couldn't help but notice as her diminished penis flopped flaccidly beneath her, an arc of precum swinging freely from its tip. The besotted girl fell to her elbows, her slight frame not able to keep herself up under the repeated pounding, face buried in her pillow, muffling her moans of pleasure. The couple continued like this for several more minutes, Adam displaying an impressive stamina likely enhanced by his earlier climax in the living room. Jordan was less composed, being driven mad on the edge of release, but unable to find the magic switch that would free her from her rapturous torment. Relying on her other senses, vision cut off by pillowcase and sheets, Jordan was momentarily confused when Adam pulled all the way out of her. His arms encircled her midsection and gently but effortlessly lifted her off the bed, flipping the startled girl onto her back. She immediately understood when he hooked the backs of her knees and moved himself between her splayed open legs. She looked up into the face of her teenage crush, older now but still boyishly handsome. He smiled sweetly down on her, his eyes betraying no hesitation or shame, even with the remnant of her unwanted sex still leaking its arousal. Instead she was the one feeling embarrassed, hiding her eyes with an arm. "You ready for more?" he asked. "Yes." She uncovered her eyes. "God, yes." Needing only a second or two to line himself up, Adam plunged forward. His reward was a wordless cry from Jordan. The angle he took on entry struck her prostate with laser guided precision. Sparks flashed behind her eyes as he repeated the motion with long, confident strokes. She grasped at the bed with both hands, twisting the sheets between balled up fists. Adam varied his pace, being spurred like a stallion by Jordan's heels digging into his sides, reacting to her quiet pleas of "harder" or "slower" that she hadn't even realized she was giving. After one particularly deep thrust, he waited, lost in the depths of golden eyes staring back at him through dark lashes. His mouth reached out, meeting her sweet soft lips. They kissed passionately as Adam picked up the pace again. The bed frame shook as he bucked his hips harder than ever. Jordan moaned into his mouth, clawing at his back with unvarnished nails. Hanging off of Adam's sturdy frame, she tilted her pelvis a little more forward so that his entire cock ground against her prostate with each push. She felt a pressure building inside her. Unlike the tightening she might feel from the ejaculation she was used to, this was more diffuse, emanating from deep inside her belly. Thrums of pleasure slowly spread out until a more urgent flash struck through her loins like a bolt of lightning. An explosion of orgasmic euphoria rocked Jordan from the top of her head to her pointed toes. She felt her practically lifeless cock twitch, the muscles of her pelvic floor spasming wildly. Her hips bucked, legs losing tone, supported only by the body thrusting into her. Adam felt Jordan's ass clamp down on his dick, trembling and sucking him in with abandon. Taking his cue, he stopped holding back, thrusting three quick times, and with a guttural roar, shot his load into this beautiful girl, the person who was once a hapless boy that he had tortured mercilessly, for the second time that night. They lay in each other's arms, breathing ragged, basking in the afterglow of the pleasure they were able to give to one another. Jordan felt stretched and sore, but more fulfilled than she ever had before. "That was amazing," she whispered through heavy breaths. "I've never cum like that before. From just my ass like that." "Well I can't say I've ever given somebody an orgasm just from anal before, so I guess we both got to experience something new tonight," Adam snarked back. She wanted to lie there forever, wrapped up in those strong arms, but the stickiness on her stomach and slimy ooze starting to drip onto her sheets made that impossible. She got up and scurried to the bathroom, cursing herself for forgetting to bring a towel with her earlier. All wiped up, she looked into the mirror. Makeup a mess, hair tossed and tangled, but she didn't care. She couldn't get the dopey grin off her face. She thought about removing her makeup but was too tired to deal with that now. Left unmentioned was her fear of Adam seeing her out of full girl mode, afraid that if she did come back out looking like she did earlier at the bar that the whole illusion would be ruined. She slipped into a faded blue cotton tank top and matching pair of shorts, taking extra care to tuck any bulge, and padded softly back into the bedroom. The sun was starting to come up, the first signs of daylight sending gentle golden beams through the blinds and onto Adam's nude body, passed out and snoring. Jordan tossed the blanket over the bear of a man, taking one last chance to appreciate what happened that night. She climbed in next to him, settling up against his side, her body fitting right into the crook of his arm. She sighed, eyes closed and drifting off to a much needed sleep, happy for the first time in her life that she hadn't left this boring small town.